[MF] Employee Appreciation Day (Cheating)

*Edit* Spacing and paragraph separation.

This happened about a year ago. Spring is here and our appreciation day is approaching again, which led me to think back and write this up.

By the way…this is a story of where one of the parties is married so if that is not your thing then maybe you should close it up now.

Karen and I saw each other all the time, but since we didn’t work together directly, we talked only in passing. “Good morning” or “have a good weekend” on a Friday afternoon.

Karen always dressed impeccably, and it’s what separated her from the rest of the girls in the office. It didn’t matter if she was wearing a long sun dress or blue jeans, it was easy to see she put thought in her outfits. From the choice of jewelry to her shoes, everything had purpose and accentuated her always professional yet feminine and sexy look.

I took notice of Karen the first time I saw her. Thin waistline, long legs, long dark brown hair and B cups that sat high up on her chest rounded out the body on this 42 year old five foot eight beauty.

I work in a male dominated industry. So any female stands out…and a good looking one? Well let’s just say she sticks out like a Red Sox jersey in Yankees Stadium so I know I wasn’t the only guy who took notice when she came out of her office and headed to the break room, eyes following her bum as it sashayed down the hallway.
But……. Two things kept me from pursuing. First, I’m married. That speaks for itself. Second, don’t mix pussy and pay. I know of very few office hookups that didn’t blow up into a dramatic Jerry Springer episode.

I haven’t hit my one year anniversary with the company yet, but spring was finally arriving and our president decided it was time to shake off the winter blues by taking in a baseball game for Employee Appreciation Day. This consisted of the game, food and a couple of beers. My love for the game of baseball alone was good enough for me but combine it with a half day of work mid-week. What can be better? I was about to find out.

I saw Karen heading into the stadium. Our company had outfield reservations in the picnic area. (Have to love minor league baseball) and walking up to her I said hello. She greeted me with a huge smile and that she was glad to see I could make it. We chatted as we found the rest of our co-workers, and found ourselves sitting together.

She didn’t disappoint…and even though it was a baseball game she knew how to dress making a pair of jeans and Atlanta Braves jersey look damn good. It was tucked in showing off her waist, and her jeans fit perfectly. She didn’t have a bubble butt, but it had enough curve no man would complain it if they were to admire it wrapped in denim.

Karen had used both her tickets for beers by the 4th inning and was buying her own at this point. What I didn’t know was she had got a ride to work that day and to the game. Fully taking advantage of being responsible and not driving. As the innings progress I noticed her being a little “handsy.” Using my thigh as a brace to stand up instead of the arms of the chair. Or a hand on my shoulder as she stood to yell at the game. Was it an honest mistake or?

When the eighth inning rolled around most of the other co-workers had left or was leaving. Jill came over to talk with Karen, who I found out gave Karen a ride to the game and asked what her plans were. Jill didn’t hide the fact she was ready to leave, but with the game being 3-2 at this point, it was almost sacrilege for any baseball fan to leave before it was over. I told Karen if she needed a ride I had no problem giving her a lift if she wanted to hang out and see how the game ended. After a few “Are you sure’s?” It was decided I’d take Karen home.

The game ended with the same score and little action on the field. But Karen’s hand found its way to my thigh a little more often over the next six outs, and I returned the favor with “innocent” touches here and there. I wouldn’t say it was anything more than just a bit of alcohol induced flirting at this point.

After the game, we walked from the stadium to the parking lot and found my car. Opening her door for her, I then got in and turned on the AC. The heat from the afternoon sun had the inside of the car sweltering. We looked around and could see the dash for the gate…which translates into cars trying their best to jockey for position only to move another four feet in line.

“Do you mind if we just sit here a bit and let some of this traffic clear out?” I asked her. “Not at all. I’m in no hurry. Grandma has the kids, so I have no place I have to be by any certain time.”

We sat there and chatted a bit about how good the game was. Laughing at a one of plays she again put her hand on my thigh, but this time she left it there. I did the same and it wasn’t long before our discussion shifted gears.
“Have to admit you look different but in a very good way wearing a baseball jersey. Much more relaxed than the office.” Still wanting to compliment her without finding myself in HR.

Karen smiled, and turned sideways just a little more so I got a good view of her jersey, and I swear she stuck her chest out just enough for me to notice the curves under “BRAVES” stitched across her chest.

Then…that awkward moment of silence. We all know it… when you are looking at each other, knowing what is supposed to come next but neither one of us doing a damn thing about it.

Finally I put my hand on her thigh again, but this time, I had no reason to, with the exception of causing that awkward moment to linger just a bit longer. She didn’t say anything, nor did she pull back. In fact she leaned in a little…I did the same. She leans a little more and I follow. Now there is no doubt what is going to happen.

The kiss was slow. Lips meeting hesitantly, then parting and becoming more deliberate. Tongues gradually meet. It didn’t last long but there was an intensity to it that couldn’t be denied.

I sit back, and immediately say “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” Karen follows suit with “No, it’s me that should apologize. I know you are married.”

During the next 15 minutes or so we both admitted to being attracted to each other, and the reasons why the kiss should have NEVER happened. But we also admitted that IF things were different….yadda, yadda, yadda.

I do the safe thing and put the car in drive and pull into traffic. It’s not long before we are on the interstate heading to her place and 25 min later I’m parked in front of her house.

She leans over to give me a hug and say thank you for the ride. The hug turns into an embrace, and as we part slightly we still have our arms around each other.
“This is going to happen” is the only thing that I can think of and our lips meet again. Once was a mistake, but twice?

The kiss is deeper and lasts longer. My hands move from behind her back to her sides. I can feel the outside curve of her breast in the palm of my hand and her tongue pushes deeper in my mouth.
When our kiss finally breaks, she comes right out and asks. “Do you have time to come inside for a bit?” Yep to hell with it….

I answer her by reaching up and turning off the car and follow her inside. As soon as she closes and locks the front door I pin her against the wall. Hands being bolder at this point and one covers her left breast and the other holds her arms above her head by the wrists.

“One time, only one time can this happen?” I say. She says yes and I follow her to the bedroom.

We make quick work of undressing, with both of us landing entwined into each other’s arms as we laid back on the bed. Hands explore while we enjoy the taste of each other’s mouths yet again.

I work my way down her neck…to her chest, rolling one hard nipple between my lips and then the other. I can hear the purring sounds and her hands find the top of my head… massaging, guiding, permitting, and persuading.
When my head lowers between her legs I inhale deeply taking in the scent of an aroused woman. My lips lock around the pea shaped nub allowing the tip of my tongue to conduct a full on assault. Shortly after her back arches, and a loud “YES OH GOD YES” and I know I’m quickly successful in giving her, her first orgasm.

Kissing a trail back up her stomach, her mouth converges into mine and her tongue is more aggressive. She can taste herself with the lust filled kiss, and she keeps her thighs open wide allowing my hips to settle into place.
I reach down and align the head of my cock for entry. Pressing forward I breach the opening and quickly find myself delving deeper and deeper inside the very tight confines of my divorced co-worker.
She inhales deeply adjusting to the intrusion of my shaft. Pulling back slightly and I press onward. One more push and I find I’m fully encapsulated in her warm, bald, sheath, with my balls resting on her ass, I begin grinding slowly, allowing her to accommodate my thickness.

“If it’s only one time then don’t be gentle. I want you to fuck me.”

Karen’s wish is my command and she got no argument from me.
Withdrawing to leave only the spongy head inside, I shove forward with my hips. A half a dozen strokes later, I’m in full fucking mode. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh battle with the sounds of sexual moans and the occasional YES YES OH FUCK YES.

Looking back, I can only assume it had been a while since Karen had been with a man. Her orgasms were coming one after the other, and it only caused my ego and cock to swell. With a vigor, I was bound and determined I was going to pound her through the mattress and give her the fucking she wanted.

There was nothing gentle about what our bodies were doing to each other. Powerful deep strokes caused gasping and panting. Primitive and vulgar words were spewing in the heat of the moment.
It wasn’t a marathon performance, but I’m fairly certain that she wouldn’t be complaining any time soon.
“I’m coming!” I announce and Karen wrapped her legs around my lower back to eliminate any thought I might have of pulling out.

I couple thrusts later, my growl fills the room. My orgasm seemed to be endless and I was left completely spent and desperately gasping for air.

When we calmed down and I rolled over onto my back, Karen put her hand on my chest.
“Thank you, I really needed that.” She said. I leaned over and gave her another kiss. Soft and gentle this time, fingers touching the side of her face.
“If you couldn’t tell, I was enjoying myself also sweetie.” I replied. “The shower is through that door.” And she points to the door in the corner of the room. “Towels are in the rack, and just leave it on the floor when you’re done.” she continues.

I jump in and take a quick shower and come out to her wearing a long tee shirt.

I get dressed and head out of the bedroom. When she walks me to the front door and I go to give her a goodbye kiss, I confirm my suspicion, I reached down between her legs to find she ‘forgot’ to put her panties on. Slipping a finger inside her cum filled pussy she grabs my wrist and slips the finger in her mouth.

As she shuts the door behind me and I’m walking to the car I can only think. “One time and one time only?”

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