It’s been awhile. My coworker and I last hooked up in April, a little blow job action. We don’t see each other as often anymore. Work is getting in the way and I kinda miss him.
We were emailing and he had to stay at work late—he said I should come keep him company. I’ve been waiting for him to be direct and forthcoming and that was the best I was gonna get. So I figured I should reward good behavior.
I was nervous on my way over. Excitement maybe? I go there and the window was partially covered and he’s sitting in his chair waiting for me. We spend most of the time catching up—he just took a vacation with friends and told me about it. But that’s not why you’re here reading this story.
His arms were looking real good. Arms really do it for me. He was showing me his tan lines and I was pretty much done for. I was wearing a skirt, which is always more fun. He ran his hand up my freshly shaved leg. Rolled on his chair closer to me and kissed me. There was a hunger in the kisses that day. They were more intense. Pretty quickly his hand finds it’s way up my skirt, fingering my thong to the side and grazing my lips. I was surprised to find that I was wet and ready. He fingered me hard, he has really good hands for that. My arm was wrapped around his back, my face buried in his neck and shoulder trying to keep my moans as low key as possible. He hit a good spot, his fingers deep inside of me. I kissed him hard, hungry for him. He pulled his cock out of his pants, all of his clothes still on.
When I think of him when I masturbate, I often think of myself as this vixen who just straddles him in his office chair. His cock is out and waiting for me. I slide my thong off and put it on top my my purse. “We are beginning to push our luck doing this at work,” I said as I hiked up my skirt and straddled him. One leg bent on the chair, the other foot on the floor to stabilize.
I guided his cock inside of my wet pussy, my lips sliding right over him as I rode him. My right hand gripped his printer as I kept a good pace. His hands grabbed my ass and hips, making me bounce on him. God damn I loved his hand grabbing me. Makes me wet thinking about it. My forehead leaned against his forehead. He’s usually pretty quiet and reserved, and I was surprised to hear him say “your pussy feels so good.”
I know I was doing good work because he made me stop a couple of times so he could gather his wits about him. “I want to come inside you,” he said. “Otherwise I’m not sure how I can get you off without making a mess.” I wondered how I was going to clean myself up if he did, but I rode him anyway, feeling his warm, soft cock going in and out of my wet pussy. “Can I come in you,” he asked? I nodded as he came inside me hard. I really enjoyed watching him come.
I climbed off and shimmied my thong back on. “That was hot,” I said. He zipped himself up, “you’re right, we are definitely pushing our luck,” he said. We had some water—parched from all that hard work. He leaned over to pick up his fallen hat and kissed me. I gathered my stuff and headed out.
I felt his come just inside my pussy as I walked out of work, and I hoped it wouldn’t bypass my underwear and drip down my leg. I made it home and my underwear was soaked and the inside of my skirt was a mess with all types of fluids. …just a regular Wednesday afternoon, I guess.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ntzkq9/work_goes_wild_fm