I usually have absolutely the *worst* luck on Tinder. I either never get matched, or the few matches I do make fizzle out and go nowhere. This is not one of those stories.
Her profile picture was from her neck to her waist. She was wearing a patterned blouse buttoned beneath her very ample breasts, a black tank top beneath hiding all but a glimpse of cleavage. Her profile text was simply three letters: DTF
I immediately swiped right and instantly matched. My own tinder profile is actually just this stupid joke about boobs, sly comments about being a “cunning linguist” and an insinuation of being in an open marriage.
We start chatting immediately. Turned out, she too was married, but looking for a little fun, just as I. Things just progressed from there, and before I knew it, we had switched to Kik and she was sneaking out to her car to take a picture of her tits for me. Pics lead to dirty chat lead to hooking up.
She was very cute; slim, but with 36DD breasts. She also wore glasses, which is kind of my kryptonite. A lovely smile that brought out little dimples in her face. As for me, I have long black hair, glasses, and a beard. Nothing special to write home about, but I think I’m cute in my own way.
She’d invited me to her office for lunch. Or I guess I should say, she invited me for… “lunch.” She met me outside and walked me in. Most of her colleagues were out, but I noticed one or two shooting a curious glance her way.
The door had barely closed behind her before we attacked each other. Our lips met immediately, tongues coming out to meet in silent battle. My arms went around her, my hands rubbing up and down her back. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her, my already-stiffening cock pressing against her.
When we broke apart I glanced over to her desk and smirked at her. She’d cleared it off. I stood her against it, her back against me. Hands flat on the desk. I stood behind her, my hands wandering her body. Rubbing her sides, caressing her breasts through her shirt, feeling the rock-hard nubbins of her nipples beneath my fingers. I kissed her neck as I dropped my hands down to her pants, unbuttoning them and sliding down the zipper.
I slid my hand down her front, gasping slightly to feel not panties but the soft trimmed fur of her mound. “Good girl,” I whispered in her ear. I nibbled her earlobe as I reached between her legs, finding her sopping wet pussy. I lay my finger against her slit, subbing up and down, revelling in the hot slickness.
I pulled my hand from her pants and stepped back. I pulled them down so they were pooled at her feet. I knelt down behind her and pressed my face between her legs, my tongue snaking out to caress her pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. It was really awkward trying to lick her like that…and it wasn’t what we wanted anyway.
She kicked off her shoes and the pants as I started removing my own. My cock sprung free as I pulled my pants down, rock hard. I’m not huge, but I’ve always been pretty happy with my size. Nice and thick.
She hit her knees and licked from my balls to the tip of my cock. She licked her hand and wrapped it around my shaft. Stroked lightly up and down and put the head of my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. She looked up at me as she removed her hand and plunged all the way down, swallowing me whole. I knew we had to be quiet since there were still people in the other offices outside, but she was making it very difficult.
My hands went to her head as she began to bob up and down. I could feel her tongue against my cock as she sucked me. She was going slow, base to tip, stopping to lick once around the head of my cock before going back down.
As good as she was making me feel, I didn’t want to cum yet. I pulled her up and turned her around again, this time bending her over her desk. I kicked at her feet to spread her legs apart. My cock was already wet from her slobbering all over it, so I lined up and slid in as far as I could go.
We both repressed groans of appreciation. My cock throbbed in her pussy. We held like that for a moment, her pussy gripping me, my holding her hips and firmly pressing against me. Then I started to move.
Slowly at first, letting her get used to my girth. I’d pull almost all the way out before slowly easing back in. But as it felt better and better we moved faster, my cock starting to slam into her as she bucked back against me. There was no way to hide the slapping noises of our bodies coming together, of my balls hitting her clit.
She had her head turned looking back at me and I could see that she was biting her lip to stop from calling out. But the look in her eyes was of total abandon. I couldn’t believe how hard she was fucking back at me, using her leverage on the desk to drive me even deeper.
Eventually I started to feel that warm building feeling in my balls. “I’m gonna come soon” I manage to get out. She turned and dropped to the floor again, her hand going to my cock, stroking it up and down. My cock hardened in her hand for a moment before I began to cum, my load spurting out over and over on her face. Some hit her glasses, her hair…I was backed up, and it went everywhere.
She grinned at me as she wiped it onto her fingers and licked them clean. We were both a little out of breath and flushed. We got dressed and sat around chatting for a minute while she finished with some tissues to clean my cum from her face. As she walked me from the office those curious glances from her coworkers had a completely different slant to them. Couldn’t help but wonder why.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61vlqb/meeting_my_friend_in_her_office_for_lunch