She was Gujarati, slim and pretty. She dressed well– professionally, but never tediously. She was older than I was, perhaps 34 at the time, and ran a team, which at the time I did not. She was also married– clearly unhappily, but unable to remove herself from the situation.
We eyed each other up every time I passed her desk, which was often. We could tell what the other had in mind– there was no pretence of it being anything professional or platonic. It was a fun office, by the standards of the City, for being a very large company, and drinks events were common. At the end of particularly fun evening, we found ourselves next to each other at the bar (not entirely by chance). I bought her a drink, and after perfunctory small talk for the sake of those on either side of us, she leaned in and told me that she had thought from the moment she first laid eyes on me that I looked like the man from 50 Shades of Grey. I asked her if she liked that; she looked me in the eye and slowly nodded.
A few weeks of rather descriptive texts later, we were at my leaving drinks, which she found an excuse to come along to. We found ourselves alone for a moment between bars, and the moment was right. I kissed her, running my hands over her body over her dress. She leaned in as my hands moved down, pressing herself against me. She was hesitantly moving her hand up my thigh, clearly not sure how far she could bring herself to go. I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock, hard and pressing through my trousers. Her eyes went wide and told me that I was much, much bigger than her husband, and she was not sure if she could take it.
We found a quiet corner of a small park, and she dropped to her knees. She unzipped my suit trousers, hungrily reached in, and took me in her mouth as deep as she could. Her thin lips and dextrous tongue felt incredible, and I wanted more. I pulled her up, telling her to find an excuse to leave work in the middle of the day the following week so she could get the rest.
The following Tuesday afternoon, she claimed she had an offsite meeting, and came to my flat. She was shaking as she walked through the door. I asked her if she was sure she wanted it, and she could only say “yes, please.” I pulled her coat to the ground, kissed her, and slipped her dress to the floor.
I was in a suit, despite being on gardening leave— I knew what she liked. She got back on her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking, licking, and kissing it with the enthusiasm of a woman who had not been properly taken to bed in years. I put her on the bed, took off my suit and unbuttoned my shirt, and put my hand round her head, guiding her lips back around me. I ran my hand down her body as she paid lavish attention to my cock, spread her legs, and ran my finger along her. She was dripping at the touch, and she shuddered as she felt me. I tilted her chin up and told her to look me in the eye as I got close. She took it all, swallowing it while shaking with pleasure from the feel of my hand on her. She fell back on the bed as I made her cum, and I decided that she could take more.
I took the rest of my clothes off, slid her pants down, and moved between her legs. I kissed my way up her thigh, teasing her, and she told me she had never had a man go down on her before. I licked her bottom to top, and she tasted incredible— it took willpower to focus on making her cum. Feeling her quickly come to orgasm again against my tongue and bearded face, I moved back up the bed, on top of her. I kissed her, having her taste herself, spread her legs, looked her in the eye, and slid myself deep inside of her. She was incredibly tight, and let out a progressively louder series of moans as I went deeper and deeper, until she took all of me. She came quickly, squeezing my cock and soaking the bed. I wanted to feel the rest of her, and pulled my cock from her pussy, moving it to her ass. She went wide-eyed as I slowly went into her, first the head of me, then, slowly, my entire shaft. She kept repeating “it’s so much— it’s so intense— please don’t stop,” as I gave her all of me. I slowly thrust into and out of her, and began to touch her clit as I did. She came twice more, and with each orgasm, I drew closer myself. I was ready to cum; I needed to. I leaned over her, kissed her neck, and came deep in her ass. She shuddered with the intensity of it all, and then laid there in my arms as she came down.
I cleaned myself up as she laid there, recovering. I came in her twice more, until, as afternoon ticked into early evening, she went home to her husband.
It was the last time we saw each other. It has been years, but I still sometimes think about having another round.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/shu8hy/the_colleague_m_f
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