Naughty Coworkers [MF] [Oral] fiction

*Another tedious Tuesday morning at work.* As I mindlessly entered data into the computer, I found myself fantasizing about my coworker.

From across the room, I could see he had just come in after his gym workout, muscles straining against his too-tight button-down shirt. I glanced lower and saw his bulge and felt a tingle between my legs.

*God, he was hot.*

He still had a sheen of sweat on his throat and as he breezed past, I got a whiff of his aftershave and body scent. It smelled spicy and warm and I imagined what it might be like to feel his strong jaw rub against my inner thighs, leaving his scent on me.

“Hi Kelly,” he greeted me. “What’s new?”

I gulped my coffee too fast and started to choke. He’d never paid me any attention, and I assumed it was our twenty-year age difference.

“Whoa,” he said, patting me on the back. His hand was warm and I did my best not to writhe against it. “Easy there,” he smiled at me, his warm brown eyes twinkling behind his glasses. He looked like Clark Kent with them and his clean-cut dark brown hair.

I finally stopped coughing and said,
“Thank you. Swallowed wrong.”

He smirked a little and looked at my mouth and throat. I felt myself flush as I thought of swallowing something else.

“You okay?” he leaned against my desk, his strong thighs straining against his dark pants. I tried not to think of standing up and straddling those thick thighs as I stared. I uncrossed and crossed my legs against the ache that was now there and my knee brushed against his.

I noticed he didn’t move and when I looked up he was looking down at my cleavage. My tight gray jersey dress fit me to a t and I adjusted to give him a better look. I’d been visiting the gym myself and was looking pretty good.

I fiddled with the buckle on my strappy sandal and slid my hand up my curvy calf. I saw him swallow hard and move his arms so I couldn’t see his crotch.

“What’s new with you, Matt?”

“Just wondering when we’re going to go get that drink you mentioned.”

I was confused. “When did I say that?”

“My first day,” he adjusted again so he was leaning towards me. His aftershave tickled my nose and I took a deep inhale of it.

“I did?” I could not for the life of me remember saying that, let alone talking to this gorgeous young man.

But I did remember his first day. The boss announced our new hires and Matt caused quite the stir in the break room after he left for his tour of the building.

A head above the rest of the new hires, he already had the physique he spent nearly every day perfecting and all the women were whispering about his fine-ass body and sexy face.

“Yeah in the break room over lunch. You were in the corner with some of the other women in your department. You had your hair up,” he imitated a bun – one of my favorite lazy day hairstyles, “and that red shirt that shows you off.” He immediately blushed and lowered his hands.

“Oh,” I said lamely, the place between my legs growing warmer. So he obviously noticed me; a once divorced mother of two. I was old enough to at least be his mother, but what did that matter when attraction was involved?

He clearly thought about me enough to remember my hair and clothes the first day we met. And I was definitely into him.

“Yeah and you and your friends were talking about getting drinks and you invited me,” he rambled on, looking more and more flustered and out of his depth. It was really cute so, although I didn’t remember this encounter at all, I played along.

“Oh yes, now I remember,” I lied. “You came in to grab some coffee, right?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to my breasts again. My nipples betrayed me and hardened. He noticed and kept his gaze locked on them. I looked at his full lips and a sinful scene flashed through my mind.

Me below him on my bed, his bare torso held up with those strong arms while his head moved lower to my aching breasts, sucking and licking them with his warm tongue. I cleared my throat, and adjusted my legs again. I was definitely getting wet.

“Well,” my voice cracked. *What the hell? Was I sixteen again?* “I don’t have my kids tonight so how about it?” I fiddled with a pen on my desk. He grinned, probably catching on that I was nervous.

“Why wait until tonight? The office they interview in is free right now and,” he looked around, “most people are working from home so no one will notice.”

I gulped. “Now?”

He held his hand out to me and I took it, not really knowing how we got here so fast but not upset about it.

“Come on, Kelly, I see you watching me with that look you have.”

“And what look is that?”

“Like you want me to devour your pussy then fuck you senseless.”

I felt my face and pussy flood with warmth. *God, yes.*

“Oh shit,” was all I could utter. He smirked again and started for the interview room, his strong hand not letting mine go.

We got to the room without seeing a single person. It was as if God herself was helping me along to be ravaged by this gorgeous specimen.

He closed and locked the door and all shyness left me.

I sat on the conference table and pulled my dress up. My lacy black panties barely covered my dark curls.

“Come eat this,” I said, spreading my legs.

“Fuck,” Matt swore softly and crossed the floor in two strides. Pushing me back onto the table, he wrapped my legs around his back and pulled my thong to the side. “God, you’re beautiful.” He gave a long lick and I arched my back.

“Oh my God,” I groaned and grabbed his head, holding it there. He licked and sucked on my clit until she was aching. My lips felt tickly and swollen and I felt pressure building in my core as his slurping sounds filled the room.

“God damn, you are so fucking hot.” He shifted my legs and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer and holding me so I couldn’t get away. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”

Unable to comprehend this hot, younger man had wanted me just as badly I panted,

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” He grunted and increased his onslaught of eating me, his hands caressing my body, teasing the underside of my breasts, making me wriggle my pussy closer to his face.

Just at the moment I was going to release he sucked my clit hard and I screamed in pleasure and exploded all over his glorious tongue. My hands fell out of his silky hair, my legs went slack against his hard body and I was limp as spaghetti.

“Fucking hell, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?” I asked as he helped me up. I pulled my dress back down. My legs felt shaky and I didn’t trust myself to walk yet.

“My college roommate’s mom,” he said, shy again.

I almost choked even without coffee. I touched my throat and asked in amazement.

“Seriously? Your roommate’s mom?”

He nodded. “She took my virginity and wanted me to eat her pussy whenever I could. My roommate worked a lot and I rented a room in their house so I saw her a lot.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Well fuck,” I looked at the door, lost in thought. “Tell her thanks from me.”

He chuckled.

“If you ever want that again, I’d happily do it. I’ve always loved older women.” He winked and looked me up and down.

“How about tonight then?” I put my hand on his hard cock that was straining to get out of his zipper. “And I can return the favor.”

He swallowed and his cock twitched.
“I look forward to it. But let me take you out for that drink first?”

“It’s a deal,” I said. I took a tentative step and found I could walk without falling over. “As long as you make my legs shake again, you can eat me all night long.”

He opened the door and we went back to work, my nipples and pussy aching for tonight.

by Lucy Lovegood

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a46ao/naughty_coworkers_mf_oral_fiction