I didn’t notice it, not at first at least. I was at your desk with a question for what seemed like the 15th time already today as you turned from your computer to look up at me.
You were wearing a teal dress, **the** teal dress that I had seen you wear more than a few times over the last couple of months. You looked good in it, and from the way you carried yourself you knew you looked good. I knew some people thought it was a bit risque for the office, but it was a Friday and I had seen more than a few of the other women dressed in a similar way. Besides, I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.
The dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, that was for certain. As you leaned forward to point to something on the spreadsheet that glowed on my laptop screen the elaborate necklace you wore swung outward before tapping back against your skin. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow it, even if only for a moment, as it seemed to point down to the valley between your breasts as though it was inscribed with the phrase “Look at these!”. Standing next to you as you spoke the temptation, the desire to just let my eyes fixate on your body was strong. I have to admit, it took every ounce of willpower to try to keep myself from looking like a sleeze. Though I admit my eyes glance at them from time to time.
I know I’m not a bad looking guy, at least I know that I sit slightly above the *unattractive* line. But I know I’m far from the most attractive guy at the company, at 6′, with a toned but not overly muscled frame, I sat in that middle realm where I was in shape but didn’t look like a bodybuilder. So needless to say that, combined with being a bit shy and nerdy, meant that no matter how much I went to the gym I was just… a guy.
“It’s OK if you can’t find it.” I said, my deep voice carrying throughout the office. I’ve always had a problem with that, even if people can’t understand the words, my voice is deep and carries so easily I have to remind myself to keep the volume lower. .
If I was being honest with myself I didn’t really need your help, at least not with this problem. Having been here for 2 years already, compared to your 5 months, I knew my way around most things. But you had caught on so quickly that you had helped me out more than a couple of times already which gave me the perfect excuse to come and ask you easy questions now and then. I needed excuses to see you, to get close to you, to see that smile and that sparkle in your eye.
“When did you say he sent it?” You asked, your voice floating up to my ears as you stayed somewhere between your normal conversational voice and a conspiratorial whisper.
“On the 23rd.”
“OK, let’s see. . . Oh, wait. I think this is it. But this is on the 24th. No wonder I couldn’t find it.” You chided me as that *I told you* smirk spread over your face.
And then you turned, eyes beginning to sweep up to look at me, most likely to give me a smart ass remark per usual… until you stopped, mid turn, before your head snapped back to your computer screen. My brow furrowed as I opened my mouth, about to ask a question when two things happened simultaneously. First I watched the blush spread over your skin, starting at the point of the necklace and moving upwards towards your face. Second my eyes flicked down to my pants and I saw that my crotch, already half hard from you, was clearly visible through my dress pants.
“Can you send that to me?” My voice much softer now, wondering if you saw it, wondering if that’s why you turned away so quickly.
“Just did. What else did you say you needed?” You turned again, and this time made sure to look me directly in the eyes. Everything else faded away as your gaze pierced me.
“Oh, well, I wanted you to show me that Excel trick you were talking about but it’s OK. I can figure it out.”
“Are you sure? It won’t take long.” You offer, and I swear for a moment you have a pleading look in your eyes.
“No, that’s ok. . . Thanks.” I said, picking up my laptop and turning away, taking a couple of steps away from your desk, already mentally berating myself for letting my cock get me into trouble.
“Hey, I was wondering. . . do you want to grab some lunch?” I stopped in my tracks, and slowly turned back, and found that you were standing and had already taken a step towards me. I couldn’t help the smile spreading across my face as I looked down into your eyes, our height difference quite apparent now.
“I’d love that,” I felt my tongue snake out and unconsciously wet my lips. “There is this fantastic Korean BBQ place I’d love to take you to. We can take my car.”
“I have a meeting in about an hour and a half,” you said, looking down at your watch, “but as long as you can get me back by then I’m good with it. Let me grab my purse.”
I had been driving for only a few minutes but I had to ask. It was killing me. I’ve always had this problem where I would constantly replay interactions in my head. I could spin myself in circles trying to figure what certain comments or actions meant. I’ve learned that it saves me a lot of aggravation to just ask. At least then I wouldn’t have to keep worrying about the hypotheticals.
“Hey, so do you mind if I ask you a question? It’s kind of a random question.”
“That depends on the question.”
“Well, when I was over at your desk, you were blushing pretty hard and I was wondering..”
“I may have noticed something. I tend to be fairly observant and I observed that you complimented me on my dress today.”
“Shit,” I said almost to myself. “I’m… well sorry about that. I’m sure you get hit on constantly by every guy we work with, so I bet that’s the last thing you want to see at your desk.” I pause, unsure of whether to drop the subject.
“But I wouldn’t say it’s the last thing I want to see. I wouldn’t say that at all actually.”
“Oh,” my eyebrow raised as I turned my head slightly, looking at you sideways. “So you didn’t mind my… compliment on your dress?” My mind was racing, this woman I’d been insanely attracted to since the moment she started was in my car, telling me she didn’t mind the fact that my pants covered, half hard cock, was inches from her face not 20 minutes ago.
“Hey, will you do something for me?” Your words snapped me out of the whirlwind of thoughts that had been going through my head.
“Yeah?” I replied, my heartbeat now so intense I could feel it and hear it in my head.
“If you promise to keep quiet for the next ten minutes, I’ll give you a surprise. I think you’re gonna like it.”
“A surprise? What do you mean-”
“What did I say?”
“… yeah, I can do that for you.”
“Just concentrate on the driving.”
Then I felt you reach over and rub my chest. Working your way down to my leg. I was already half hard when I sat down in the car, but this was enough to bring me to full mast in seconds.
You lowly rubbed the outside of my pants, your hand sliding up and down the length of my clothe covered cock, before giving it a squeeze as your hand gripped my base. It was the necklace that caught my peripheral vision as it swung out from your chest, telling me that you were moving, leaning over my seat. That, combined with you slowly unzipping my pants caused me to let out a soft moan and turn my head to look at you causing the car to swerve slightly.
Your head perked up obviously started. “I thought I told you to handle the driving?”
“Sorry. I will.”
“Good.” You said as you finished leaning downward. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as you fished my cock out of my pants, the cool air of the car hitting my skin. But that cool feeling only lasted a second before I felt your warm, wet lips spread around my swollen head. Slowly moving down the length of my shaft, coating my skin in your saliva. The soft, sensual feeling was topped off as I felt my head hit the back of your throat.
“Oh fucking god,” I said to the car. No one had ever done that to me before, and the feeling was beyond words. As though that was what you wanted to hear your lips began sliding up and down my length, the sound of it filling the car. I did my best to focus on the road, but the feeling was too intense.
My free hand combed my fingers through your hair, and as you dipped down taking my entire length into your mouth again my fingers reflexively closed into a fist, gripping your hair. I felt as much as hear your moan as that caused your hair to tug slightly and I returned it with one of my own. I could feel my body tensing, as you continued to work my cock like an expert, better than my wildest fantasy of you had been.
We were maybe five minutes from where I planned to stop but I just couldn’t wait. My need for you had simply grown too urgent. I pulled over to the side of the road as you continued to focus on my cock. You were so focused I don’t even think you realized we had stopped when I leaned over and slid my hand up your dress, pushing it up around your waist.
I felt a growl escape my lips as my hand squeezed your ass, the warm flesh firm under my grip. My hand moved with surprising quickness as it raised through the air of the car and came back down onto your ass with a slap that sounded like a gunshot in the car. Your head jerked up off of my cock, leaving a long string of saliva connecting your lip to my swollen head. Your eyes locked onto mine as you smiled and your eyes burned with a new fury.
My finger slide inside of your already wet panties as your mouth descended back on my cock. My finger slide up and down your lips, finding them already dripping with your arousal. Collecting your wetness on my fingers I brought it up to your clit, rubbing it in circles before moving back down along your lips. This elicited another long, low moan from you that vibrated my cock.
I was the one who broke first, pulling my finger away from your pussy and bringing it to my mouth. “Fucking God you taste like honey.” I groaned, your head tilting so that your eyes looked up at me, watching me clean your juices off of my fingers. Then your head pulled off my cock and spoke the words I had fantasized about for months. “I can’t wait, I need to feel you inside of me.”
As you climbed over the center console I gripped your hips to help you along until you were straddling me in the drivers seat. Our hands seemed to move in concert with each other, you reached down between us, pulling your panties to the side and lining up my throbbing cock with your dripping hole, while my hands moved to the top of your dress, pulling it down, along with the cups of your bra until your nipples were finally exposed. As my lips enclosed around your hard nipple you began to lower yourself onto my cock.
“Fuck you’re so tight.”
“Fuck you’re stretching me out.”
We spoke at the same time, talking over each other as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into your soft, wet, tight folds. Then I felt it, your ass sitting on my thighs, all 6 1/2 inches of my cock buried inside of you.
“I should have done this months ago,” you moaned into my ear as your nails dug into my shoulders.
Grabbing your hips I pull you down onto me as I thrust up to meet you. My thrusts strong, powerful, and full of need. We were both gyrating so fast and hard. My lips left your nipple as you leaned back against the steering wheel, steadying yourself, which gave me just enough room for one of my hands to move from your hip inward until my thumb brushed circles around your clit.
“Oh, fucking God!” As you spoke what started off as a low, breathy, moan crescendoed into what I can only describe as a scream. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
Who am I to deny the request of a sexy woman. My hips thrust upwards as my hand gripped your hip more firmly, causing my knuckles to go white as I pulled you into me with all the force I could muster.
It was you that came first, the cries turned into simply one long scream of my name as your body began to convulse on top of me. The walls of your pussy spasming around my shaft, your arms wrapping themselves around my shoulders, pulling yourself tightly against me. That was enough to push me over the edge along with you, my cock swelling as you came on me, until slammed you down onto me one final time, growling through gritted teeth as my cock erupted inside of you.
Rope after rope of cum emptied into you, filling your unprotected pussy with what felt like the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. I don’t know if my orgasm lasted for 3 hours or 3 seconds, time seemed a distant concept until my cock twitched one last time, letting the last drops of my cum loose inside of you.
Our ragged breathing almost in sync you lifted your head to look at me. Your cheeks flushed, chest red and heaving as you slowly brought your lips to mine. Your kiss was soft, full of sensuality and passion, yet also caring. It didn’t occur to me until you broke the kiss, our tongues finally parting that even though I had just filled you with cum, and given you an orgasm, this was our first actual kiss.
“Oh fuck,” I said as my eyes moved to the center console, “you’re meeting is in 15 minutes.
I began to move in order to help you off of me but your hands both went to my shoulders and pushed me back against the drivers seat. “I’ll be fine,” your eyes searched mine, peering deep into my soul in a way I wouldn’t have thought was possible. “But you are inviting me over after work.”
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