[MF] Mentoring the Nerd at Work

As I mentioned in my previous posts, the nerd at work who seduced me and my roommate was around for about three weeks, maybe a month before we faded from each others lives. It happens.

For some history on the nerd, the four part story is linked here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wr7y5z/mf_seduced_by_a_nerd_from_work_home_and_hungry/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wr7y5z/mf_seduced_by_a_nerd_from_work_home_and_hungry/)

During those three weeks, it was a bit nuts. Subsequent to our first night together Tina led me through more car sex, movie theatre sex, and park sex. She was often over at my now-empty flat to suck me, ride me, and generally explore her carnal cravings, using me as her muse. Her nerdiness was quickly disappearing, especially after she resigned from her job at the bank about a week or so after I met her. She was beginning to actually show style, wear make-up and look increasingly hotter.

I promised a highlight from that period, and among all of the crazy stuff that we did together during that brief time, I am sharing possibly the craziest experience, especially considering the potential career implications.

During the subsequent business trip after our incredible first night, I was miserable. The regional offices were behind on project deliverables, and morale was low. I brought a small team with me, and we worked eighteen-hour days to help get things back on track. We had to fire people. It was terrible. When I was alone in my hotel room, I also began to obsess about the discouraging and confusing thing with my roommate Kate.

On the third night of four, I received a call on my hotel phone. I thought it was one of my team looking for some company down at the hotel bar.

“Hey.”

It wasn’t anyone from my team and although I recognized the voice I couldn’t quite place it and just responded back “Hey”.

“I walked by your office and wondered where you went to.” And that was when I realized it was Tina.

“How did you find me? How did you get my direct hotel number?”

“Well, first I contacted you EA and then once she told me where you were, I just called the local hotel that the bank always uses and asked for you. It was easy.” I had to admit it was pretty impressive.

I realized then that Tina didn’t have my cell number and the only way to contact me was either through our corporate email system or by physically walking down the hall to my office. This was the early days of sexual harassment awareness, and some crude policies were recently put in place to discourage fraternization among bank employees, especially between managers and staff. Tina and I both knew this policy, and we both were aware that emails were monitored for hints of personal, non-professional interactions, especially between senior managers and staff. What Tina did was a pretty ingenious way to circumvent the risk. I immediately respected her for it and was also actually pretty happy to hear her voice. My dick jumped a bit and I felt a few butterflies thinking about our ridiculous session together a few days earlier.

We spent the next hour or so just talking. I was able to vent about work, and we just talked about life in general. This is when she also informed me that she got her dream production gig and was resigning from the bank in a few days. I was quite relieved because there would be no need to sneak around in the future if we hooked up again. As we ended the conversation, Tina mentioned one last thing as we were about to hang up.

“By the way, check your schedule for Tuesday. Just something to prepare for.” My Spidey senses started tingling.

I immediately opened my schedule on my laptop and looked at Tuesday:

“3:00-3:30PM: Employee Mentoring with Christina Bonitacio” GULP!

That crazy nerd had set us up for a face-to-face in my office. I started imagining the scenarios.

As people may have read about my roommate Kate, I returned home and had a really sad weekend which I can barely remember.

Skipping ahead to Tuesday, when I got into the office I did the usual with my EA and reviewed my schedule with her. When we can to the 3PM meeting, Employee Mentoring was still in the schedule. My EA inquired if I knew who the person was. I mentioned that she was from the other department and that I had bumped into her. I “speculated” with my EA that she may have been looking for career advice.

“Tsk…you are such a good guy for taking the time to help these kids out.” My EA was old enough to be my mother, so we were all kids to her.

At 2:45PM, I shooed out my 2PM meeting and went to the washroom to freshen up a bit and returned to my desk to wait for Tina. I had no idea what to expect and I tingled in anticipation with a semi-erection.

At exactly 1:59PM, my EA escorted Christina Bonitacio into my office and then quickly shut my office door and exited.

Before me Tina stood silently. In a power suit. It was a blue mid-tone double-breasted blazer with a matching skirt that ended mid-thigh. Her choice of skirt length showed off her legs well and was nearly inappropriate for the bank. On her feet, she wore 3-inch dark blue heels with a closed toe and a brass buckle. Tina had pulled her hair up into a messy bun and wore a modest amount of make-up that highlighted her eyes and cheekbones while deep red lipstick puffed her lips. No goofy glasses. She was smiling at me devastatingly.

“Hey”

“Take a seat.” I waved towards one of the two low-slung black leather chair that sat in front of my desk. Prior to doing as she was told, Tina unbuttoned her blazer and folded it carefully on the second chair, revealing a white sleeveless camisole. It was virtually see-through. Tina’s dark, pencil-eraser nipples were full engorged and straining against the thin fabric.

She walked to the other chair and in a single motion hiked up her power-suit skirt to her waist and plopped herself down on the leather seat with each of her high-heeled legs hanging at the knees over the metal arms. No panties.

Tina presented to me, like a gift, her beautiful pink and purple iris glazed with her fluids and gleaming in the sunlight that beamed through the bank of windows behind me. I almost came on the spot.

“I need mentoring.” She whispered through her smile.

She reached down between her splayed legs and began to rub around her clit. Without breaking her gaze with me, she bit her lip and moaned as her fingers rubbed across her slippery folds. The sound of her slick wetness reverberated throughout my office.

Tina’s mouth slackened and she dropped her head against one of her shoulders as she began to dip two of her fingers into her butterflied entrance while she massaged around her bright pink clit with the fingers from her other hand. Her moans were interspersed with short loud gasps that followed the rhythm of her fingers pumping into her cunt.

“Do you need assistance?” I tried to speak with some level of authoritative voice that I knew made her excited.

“GAWD!” pant, pant “YES!!” her fingers were moving faster against her clit and her hips were now rolling on the seat. Tina’s little bum was becoming covered in juices that spilled from her opening onto the leather and there were sticky little strings connecting her wet ass to the chair.

My office was filled with her sweet scent.

As I got up from behind my desk, I almost fell over because the head of my extremely hard dick somehow got caught against my belt and the crotch of my suit pants. I staggered over to Tina who was ignoring me with her eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape, immersed in her own pleasure.

It was at this point that I actually began to consider the risk to my career. Here was this tiny woman sitting on one of my guest chairs masturbating furiously while I’m staggering around her with my outrageous erection. If my EA or any one of my staff barged in with some type of emergency, which occasionally happens, upon discovery I would be immediately fired, and my (to that point) meteoric rise through management would be finished. Word would get around, and I would be radioactive and practically unemployable for years in the industry. In my hazy lust for Tina, the consideration crossed my mind for the briefest of moments while I covered her mouth from behind with my hand and with my free hand began to tweak Tina’s nipples roughly over her sheer camisole.

“Come for me.” I whispered harshly into her ear.

For a couple of minutes, the only sound was the loud rhythmic squelching of Tina’s fingers pounding into her pussy as I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. She was silent otherwise and I watched as the muscles in her neck and then her little tummy tensed and strained heading into what I can only describe as an epic orgasm.

I thank my lucky stars to this day that I had my hand over her mouth as she gasped and screamed and groaned through a convulsing orgasm that was so powerful that juices gushed out of her pulsing vagina to pool between her legs on the seat of the chair. Even will my hand muffling her voice, Tina was loud enough that I was worried by EA would run into my office concerned.

After a few seconds I could feel her smile against my hand as she twitched and shuddered to conclusion. I pulled my hand away tentatively.

“WOW!” Tina giggled wide-eyed. She then reached down between her legs and scooped a fairly large dollop of her sticky honey and licked it from her own fingers. She fed me the rest of her cum after she had her share, smiling at me. It was unbearably sexy.

Without acknowledging my excitement, she extricated herself from the guest chair, pulled the bottom of her skirt down from around her waist to its correct length, donned her buttoned-up double breasted blazer and headed for my door.

I stood dumbfounded with a massive painful hard-on.

“It looks like I’m leaving you in a bit of a pickle.” She was staring cruelly at my raging, denied erection. “When I come by tonight, I expect that you will use me as you wish.”

Tina opened the door and over her shoulder so my EA could hear, said.

“Thank you so much for the mentoring, I’m certain to come again. If it’s ok with you” The double entendre was a nice touch.

Exiting my office Tina had transformed quite a bit from the professional woman that entered. Her lipstick was smudged across her face, her professional little skirt was wrinkled and twisted across her hips, and her messy bun had slipped off the top of her head and was hanging awkwardly from just above her ear. She was happy mess and my EA, who I remind everyone again, was old enough to be my mother, clearly fucking knew something happened. To my infinite shame, she stared in open-mouth shock at me through the open office door. I was standing weirdly with my hips facing away from he so that she couldn’t see the ridiculous tent in my pants.

My EA shot me another disappoint look when I had to grab paper towels from the coffee room to clean up Tina’s sticky cum off my guest chair ahead of my 4PM meeting.

Later that evening when Tina showed up, I vented my frustrations on her lithe little frame and beautiful vagina. I fucked her roughly from behind with my thumb in her ass and my hand around her throat. I fucked her standing against the wall in the kitchen with her ankles locked around my hips. I made her beg for her orgasms as I teased and edge her with my tongue and fingers. I fucked her mouth on the stairs, and then with her head hanging over the edge of my bed. Tina was in orgasmic bliss the entire time.

Until the day I moved out, Tina would show up at my flat almost daily whenever she felt the urge. I could not resist her beautiful vagina and lascivious mind. Sometimes she would come by after dinner and we would spend the night in a carnal marathon. We would go for a neighborhood stroll, and we would fuck in an alley. I would take her to a movie, and we would fuck in the parking lot. Other times, she would drop by late at night to ride my cock, orgasm and just leave. Once, she came over simply to masturbate while she fellated me prior to going out for dinner with her girlfriends. It was an intense and exhausting few weeks simply satisfying her insatiable desire.

And then she just disappeared.

About a year after her disappearance, I was at a little hole-in-the-wall bar with some buddies watching to some live jazz. I felt a tug on my shirt.

“Hey”

It was Tina smiling up at me like she hadn’t ghosted me a year earlier. She was with a few girls-night-out friends. She had grown confident, stylish and generally more attractive since I saw her last. We caught up together for a few minutes and then she bit her bottom lip, grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and out of the bar into the cool night.

“follow me!”

Within a couple of minutes, we were naked from the waist down in the back of her Toyota Camry in a city parking lot, and Tina was riding me. Her beautiful vagina gushed once more onto my lap as we attained mutual orgasms. While we were coming down, she whispered into my ear smiling.

“I still can’t get enough of you.”

When we returned to the bar Tina’s friends shot her stern looks and rolled their eyes with disapproval. Tina was radiant and did not care as she giggled. A few minutes later, I noticed that Tina and her group of friends had disappeared from the bar, and I haven’t seen her since. That was many years ago.

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