An office romance story about coworkers [MF] and a stairwell.

This really is a story of two people that should have never done what we did, but we were consumed by attraction that overtook all reason and morals for an amazing whirlwind of sexual adventure. To set the stage, we both met because our office hosted these little sports leagues (softball, basketball, volleyball, all the sports I enjoy to play) and my sand volleyball team was short a player. A coworker that doesn’t play, but loves to spectate brought this girl out to sub in. She was shy, quiet, reserved, but she could play. I’m a fairly outgoing person, so I started to chat with her after our game because I was like “She must be on the team!” Not only because of her skills, but she was very easy on the eyes (blonde hair, blue eyes, sweet smile, soft toned body, perky tits 😍)… she looked a lot like Brie Larson. I needed to see more of her…

It started innocently (because it sort of had to because she was married and I was in a relationship) with some IM chats to talk about volleyball, the teams I’d play on, mutual competitiveness for the sport, life, relationships, etc. Our conversations moved from topic to topic, and then I remember we got deeper and deeper into chats about relationships, past loves, current loves, and we moved off company chat to (personal) Google Hangouts so that we could chat unmoderated. Of course we were following each other on the socials, and we got chatting about Snapchat, and noting a mutual coworkers SnapChat habits, and once we started chatting in there, things started to heat up.

I’m fairly certain that I made first moves by complimenting her on her play ability, and when we’d talk fitness, and I’d re-assure her that she had a beautiful body. Careful flirts that would slowly escalate with replied compliments about her point of view when looking at me on the court (she apparently swooned over the view). I think at one point, we just laid the cards on the table and I said something like the “I can’t help it, I’m massively attracted to you” and she essentially echoed the same. From that point forward (possibly a few months after first meeting) it got very hot and heavy.

We set a line of physical sexual contact but left the rest up to the open imagination and gladly shared our desires with each other. During the day we’d pass the time when we were both bored, or horny (for each other), and we’d talk about the fantasies of the things we’d do to each other. I’d say things like “I’d love to walk over to your desk lean in like I was looking at your screen and reach down and finger your wet pussy” to which she’d reply with “Perfect that I’m wearing a short skirt to give you all the access” This was pretty much a daily exchange that we’d detail out fantasies of meeting in a bathroom, or fucking in a conference room knowing we agreed to keep it digital. I’d share photos (on Snapchat) of my hard cock through my pants, or my precum literally making a wet spot on the front of my pants, to which she’d always reciprocate in kind, or just detail out the next step of what she’d do with it.

This sharing didn’t end with talk about what we’d do to each other, but things we’ve explored with our partners too. In reality, our online fantasy sharing kicked up our home sex lives immensely. I remember one day, we had been going on about a particular fantasy of me just eating her out and tasting every bit of her cum dripping out of her sweet tight pussy (to which at this point I had visuals from past snapchat photo she’d shared). I was so hard that day, and she was so wet, we’d coy smile every time we passed each other in the office knowing what was going on below. She was leaving to go out of town with her husband so our fantasy continued while she was driving in the car. Things like “If I was your husband, I’d be leaning over and rubbing your clit with your legs on the dash” and her response with “good thing it’s a low center console so that I could lean over and suck off your hard wet cock.” [getting hard remembering all this]. We shut communications down when they arrived, but when we resumed, I got a delicious play-by-play about how she was so horny when they got there, that she fucked her surprised husband on the green of the golf course the house they were staying at backed up on. Made me so envious…

Crossing a Line…

After one of our volleyball games, we were all celebrating a win with some beers. Her husband came out so we had to be on good behavior, but we sat next to each other at the table (one of those high tables with high bar seats). We’d play high school footsies with each other under the table and just carry about normal conversation above. Her husband had to leave early to let their dog out, so she, I, and the rest of the team stayed to finish our beers. She had just gotten a new car, so on our way out, I asked to see the car when we left, we walked out to the parking lot to her car (it’s an unpaved lot sort of a giant field). I got in the car (driver seat) she got in (passenger) and I was playing with all the buttons, testing stereo, stalling to build confidence because I was like “I’m going to kiss you”… to which I think I actually said that.

The sexual tension in that car was palpable and I just cut through it and we went straight high school heavy PDA. Our hands were all over each other, mouths locked, tongues tied together. Taking breaks to kiss her neck, nibble her ears, while my hands explored every part of her. We just started to devour each other, in her car, parked right off the sand courts with nothing to stop people from seeing us. I pulled her shorts aside and went to exploring and feeling her pussy with my fingers, while she pulled out my cock and started stroking. She was so wet, my cock was hard and leaking precum so much she didn’t even need spit [[I’m now hard/wet typing it]].

We’d totally do that “wait, stop, we shouldn’t be doing this” pause, but then she’d see my hard cock and she’d jump right back in to stroking it while I’d whisper in her ear “I want to make you cum” which was met with pleasurable groans. My full attention was on her pleasure and she was taking everything I wanted to give. We’d coyly talk about how we should go to the back seat and fuck each other, but neither of us wanted to stop, so it only fueled us pleasuring each other harder.

She came so hard, and so fast, while my fingers were curled deep inside her, making that “come here” motion and running my fingers inside her running my finger tips along roof, thumb outside on the clit. It felt so amazing to finally experience, first hand, how wet she actually gets after so long of her explaining to me in our chats. I remember licking her cum off my fingers, and kissing her to share her taste. Then as her post orgasm high dropped reality struck… she/I realized we crossed a line (but fuck it was hot) and I didn’t want to press “what about me.”

We took a bit of a break after that night. It’s kind of like listening to a noise far away get closer to you, building up to its crescendo as it passes you then fades off fast as it goes away. We continued to chat, said that couldn’t happen again, still talked about lives, chatted about work, tried to not acknowledge what happened in the car… that lasted about a week. We both got a physical taste for each other, and as we tried to avoid it, it came back stronger. We had this moment we can physically recall on how we felt together. What the others body felt like, taste like, smelled like, how we reacted to each other’s touch. It wasn’t long that our sexual chat sessions resumed, sharing more fantasies, images of us gratifying ourselves as little Snapchat surprises when we knew the other was in public places.

Newer fantasies picked up, of places we’d fuck each other and we’d continually reference the fire stairwell in our office; Rarely used, well lit, and if you went down to the parking garage level, even rarer to find people in there. We even started having little meet ups in the stairwell. Telling coworkers “BRB” and then meet in the stairs, walk and chat down to the bottom floor and then once there, we’d kiss, hug, hold each other, and just have little physical connections where I’d test how wet she was with my fingers through her pants, or she reach in mine and grab my cock. They wouldn’t last too long, just 5-10 minutes of us taking a break to see each other, physically connect and return to work. The rest of the day we’d share thoughts of what we could have done down there, or I’d tell her “I can still smell and taste you on my fingers” just to make her blush… and get wet. These little sessions were very much primers for our sex lives at home… to which would fuel our next days fantasy.

The Climax…

It’d probably been a month or 2 since the the parking lot experience. In that time our sexual attraction was at some all time highs. We had pretty regular hookups in the stairwell to physically connect, but nothing past light touching, grabbing and over (sometimes under) the clothes exploration. I think at every meeting, we pressed the boundary of what was possible, with constant attention to “can you hear someone coming down the stairs?”, and momentary “Quick, stop, act like we’re just chatting” freak outs.

What set this day apart from any other encounter was that I was about to be out of town for a business trip and we knew we wouldn’t physically see each other for a bit. So our chats all day talked about how we would have to remember what it was like to be “normal” at work, and some sadness. I also recall that day, we may have had 2, or 3 stairwell meetups because it was like a “let’s make up for expected missed time.”

It was mid day, well past any lunch traffic and far enough away from the end of day traffic. We met in the stairwell, made our usual way down the stairs to the bottom floor and I remember we just immediately latched on to each other. No hesitation and there wasn’t really a specific initiator, we wanted each other hard. Started pretty routine with heavy kissing, breathing on the neck, over the clothes groping, under the clothes grabbing, etc. There wasn’t really a lot spoken, but my cock had been semi hard all day, and the sessions prior I knew her pussy was so wet. This day (and I think she planned it) she was wearing a skirt, so all day I had relative ease accessing her pussy with my hands. But, this time, I wanted more, and she wasn’t showing any reservation.

I had already pressed her against the wall, one hand pulled her top down to expose her breast, to which my mouth would travel between kissing her lips, her neck, her collar bone, the inside of her breast and suck on her nipples. The other hand lifted her skirt up, pulled her panties aside as I cupped her pussy with my fingers playing inside her, or on her clit. We were breathing so heavy, and some light moaning and that was it – I needed to taste her.

I dropped to my knees, lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for more access, used one hand to hold her panties to the side (around her leg), and I just wrapped my mouth around that delicious, wet pussy. It was so soft, so wet, so swollen, it was like I was drinking from her and I couldn’t stop. The only thing she said was “Holy shit!, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter into her. My tongue explored every part of her pussy I could reach, while my hand (holding aside her panties) used my free thumb to rub on her clit in a circular pattern consistent with my tongue. I wasn’t coming off her until she came (which didn’t take long). [[Fuck I’m horny again writing this]]

I could tell when she was close to cumming, especially. Her body was squirming so much, her pelvic was thrusting me deeper and pressing me harder into her clit. Her pussy was tightening on my tongue, and her fluids started to really drench my mouth. She let out this most amazing, muffled (to be quiet) moan with that release of breath that I knew she just came. She tried to pull away from me, I pressed in for just a little more. I wanted to drink all of it up until she pushed my head away and out of her, to which I popped up, and locked lips to share her taste with her. Now she wanted me.

When I popped up to share her cum with her, she had no hesitation to go right into my pants with her hand. She was grabbing my cock, stroking it like she did that night in the car. But here, she had more access and she wanted more. She spun me around to claim her position against the wall, dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my pants, pulled my cock out, did that sexy excited glance up like “you’re mine, this is mine” and just wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock, and started to give me some of the most amazing head I’ve had. She knew what she was doing, and exactly what made me squirm. She’d already gotten all the insight she needed into pleasuring me and she had this perfect balance of applying grip pressure on the stroke as she pulled my cock in an out of her mouth. I just leaned back against the wall and thought “holy fuck I’m going to cum so fast!”

She had complete control of me. She’d do those delicious pauses where she’d take my cock out of her mouth, tongue around the head, kiss the shaft, give it some strokes with her hands, as she’d catch her breath just before taking it back inside for more. I literally felt paralyzed in pleasure and didn’t even think to possibly prepare her for when I came. But she knew when I was close, and I knew she wanted to taste it, swallow it, consume everything I had in me (we had talked about that moment for months).

I remember my knees buckling a bit as I just released every bit of cum I think I had been building through that day. We had basically edged ourselves all day, every day for this, and she didn’t miss a beat while my cock and balls pulsed everything out. She slowed her bobbing strokes down, but kept them short as I could feel her mouth filling and her throat swallowing. When I was done, I pulled her up to kiss her; I too wanted to share in the taste she was experiencing – our tastes combined.

We continued to make out for a few while her hand continued to milk any remaining cum onto her hand, and spread along my shaft. After, we shared in some deep, cum filled kissing just before she dropped down once more to clean my cock off with her mouth and tongue. She gave me that last look up like “that was hot” with a little smile as she took my cock out her mouth and licked up the side of the shaft. 🤤

I tucked myself back into my pants, zipped and buttoned up, then we just sort of stood there, holding each other like how lovers would cuddle after sex. We said nothing because nothing needed to be said. Just held each other and caught our breaths, and we said “back to work I guess” with a little laugh. There wasn’t too much time left in the day, but our chats were all about “wow that was hot” and “I can’t believe we did that” (but in a good way).

Our little romance continued on for another month or so afterwards. We did eventually have sex (maybe a part 2 for another time), it was inevitable it was going to continue it’s escalation pattern to that because we just couldn’t get enough of each other. But what forced us to ratchet it back was that she finally conceived with her husband (yes, it was with him and not me). She, funny enough, believes the night she fucked her husband on the golf course was the night that she conceived (based on gestation timing) and I told her “you’re welcome for getting you so horny that day then!” 😏 Of course her getting pregnant sort of hit the reality button on our romance, so we took a hard break to get into a “normal friendship.”

Seeing some of the previous posts, I know some folks may like to have this story wrapped with a nice bow and a “Where are they today?” She, Is still married to her husband, and they have some beautiful kids together; and confirmed their oldest looks like dad and not me. Her and I still chat (about once a month or so) but our chats now all revolve around kids, parenting, careers, etc. (normal stuff). Neither of our significant others knew about whirlwind romance and we swore to take it to our graves out of respect for them (and I’m sure some of you cite the hypocrisy of that note). We both still love and care for each other as we can’t ignore the connection we had, but we are respecting these healthy boundaries and families… but “Fuck!” I still think about that stairwell and the moments we shared!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oh49gd/an_office_romance_story_about_coworkers_mf_and_a