[MF] Office Escapade: Drinking and Fucking with a Co-worker

I’d been working on the 11th floor of that big grey tower for almost three years now. And it was only until a few months ago, when a lady with a short skirt, brown/golden hair to her shoulders, and a shy face came walking in through the elevator doors, that work became finally exciting. ‘My name’s Lilly,’ she said with her arm stretched out to me. ‘

Do you know where I can find…’ she looked at a piece of paper in her hand. ‘… Mr. Jones? I’m coming for the job.’ And smiled. I shook her hand, pointed her to his office, and watched her go. Her legs bare, perfect, and probably tasted the sun in some exotic country a week ago. Her black skirt dancing along as her ass wiggled from side to side. You could see the meekness. Her head turning frantically from isle to isle, scanning office to office. Her hair flailed a last time as she knocked on Mr. Jones’ door, looked at me with an unsure smile, and got in. I looked at myself, shirt unironed and tie violating all office dress-codes. I could do better for her. Have to do better. And so I did.

As the weeks went by and my ironing skills improved, we grew closer and closer. We shared a cubicle, Lilly and I. Our backs were facing each other, so there wasn’t any valuable work time lost in endless staring and improper shows of flirtation. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her, and I think she knew that. Her cheeks were bulged in mischievousness and her lips, curly, which she’d cover in red mostly, had something sexy about them. Her breasts were bigger than average and she made a habit of wearing her top low enough to show, nay hint, at the bright-colored brah she wore underneath. We talked loads. Whenever there was time, we rolled back on our chairs and enjoyed each other. She told me she never stayed too long on her jobs. ‘Boredom,’ She would say, sway her head, notice I was looking at her, and smiled. She was a crazy girl, I knew that much. Too crazy to get tamed by our grey office on the 11th, for sure.

And I was right.

She’d been working with us for about three weeks when Mr. Jones came by our office and “informed” us that there was a new assignment and it needed to be all set and done before tomorrow 05:00. Lilly and I were put on the task and although I was bummed that I had to cancel my friends in the evening, there was a part of me that was delighted to stay a little longer with my colleague. ‘No problem, Mr. Jones.’ Lilly said and turned to me with a smile. ‘We’ll be just fine.’ And winked. We went to get some coffee in the kitchen. The office had grown quiet (it was Friday afternoon) and the only sounds now were of men in suits that were packing their bags and waving their grey friends a fine weekend. She leaned against the kitchen counter. ‘You want something extra in your coffee?’ Her eyes were on me. I felt her stare all over my body. ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Why not. It’s going to be a long one.’ She was wearing cuffed jeans, loosely falling around her tanned legs, and a black top. Whenever she’d reach for something on higher shelves, that black top would inch up and show a patch of perfect skin. She stood on her toes and reached for something on her own shelf above, her ass squeezes together, her back bare, and a piece of white lace crawled up from behind her jeans. She poured in some whiskey (really cheap, but really worked) and we drank while we worked.

When the sun had set and the office was completely abandoned, I started to feel the alcohol working. The assignment was getting done in a slow pace. Every few minutes one of us turned, said something, and tried to pry the other from work. The comments grew cheekier by the minute.

‘You don’t have a girlfriend, do you, Daniel?’ she poked me in my side.

‘No Lily, I don’t. Come on let’s work on.’ And pushed her back to her desk and laughed whilst doing so.

Of course, I couldn’t concentrate. On silent moments, I’d look at her and see her face behind a curtain of wild hair staring at me and, as if I’d caught her, she swiveled her head back and pretended to get on with her work. This went on for about an hour. She testing me, I pretending not to fall for her. And then, as if finally giving in: ‘Dan, can’t you get over here and rub my shoulders for a bit? I’ve been sitting all day and I’m hurting.’ She wasn’t looking at me. Her back, as if presenting itself to me, was. ‘Please, Daniel?’ I remembered Mr. Jones’ speech about sexual relationships among colleagues when he’d fired Johnny a year ago. I couldn’t go to her. I just couldn’t.

And so of course I went. Her shoulders felt delicate in my hands and the fabric of her top was soft. She dropped her pen at once. The blinking city lights were burning the dark night outside, but in here, it was almost cozy. The office lamps were off, and only a couple scattered lamps here and there were glowing a yellow light. She led out a sigh and her arms fell lifeless beside her. She touched my leg. Two fingers, delicate as everything that was connected to those shoulders, ran along the inside of my leg. Her breathing became slow. Her breasts falling and rising on a steady rhythm. The white of her brah peeled out of her top. She didn’t mind to pull it back up. I could see down, a black triangle between two lumps of perfect breast below, staring at me. And her fingers ventured on. Growing more adventurous as my hands took firmer hold of her. Her neck, slender. Her hair felt silk-like and she moaned as I ran over her head and took hold of her hair. I held her and pulled her head back so I could see her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth wasn’t. Those red lips were panting in my touch, almost trembling. I saw wordless whispers coming from her mouth. ‘Take me, take me, take me.’

One of my hands went down her front, lightly touching her. Circling around her breast. Her nipple was hard and I felt it bumping though her top without question. ‘Yes, Yes, Yes,’ her soundless lips whispered. And I grabbed her in my hand. She let out a moan and arched her back and pushed her head back and pushed her eyes close with force, crow feet of pleasure spilling out the sides. I felt my crotch burning. She was making me hard, and she knew it with every inch of her. I pushed myself against the back of her chair and could only hope she could feel me, know what I was implying. She closed her mouth and produces a smile at once.

‘We’re the only ones here, aren’t we?’ She asked and sipped from a glass of pure whiskey.

I looked around and scanned the perimeter while my hand was still on her breast, working, and my dick still against her back. ‘Yeah, I said. We’re the last.’

She was quiet for a moment and stopped rubbing my legs.

‘Al right. Then we might as well…’ she said as she raised her arms. I took her soft arms. I kissed her skin and felt her breast inhaling deeply.

‘What are you waiting for?’ She asked.

‘What?’

‘I thought you were hitting on me these last few weeks.’ Arms still raised alongside my face. Her fingers were playing with my hair. ‘Or am I wrong?’ she tilted her head back at me. Her eyes were wide open, her red lips curled shut and her breast moving on her breathing, bulging up and down. A faint reflection of light was painted on her beautiful tits.

‘Certainly not.’ And I grabbed her by her black top. I unpeeled her, pulling the piece of clothing from her in one swift motion, leaving her breasts jiggling and her eyes wanting more. She undid her brah herself with her eyes pinned on mine and threw it on the ground. Now, she was just sitting there. A girl only in jeans, breasts and stomach tanned and bare. I could see the lines of the bikini she wore in the exotic place where she’d gotten that tan. Her ass was looking amazing in that sit-down position. She was staring at my crotch, with the slightest of shame.

She turned the chair around and stood up. A gulp of whiskey, a smile, and then she stood against me. Nipples touching my ironed shirt and her hands were fumbling away at my belt. She slid my shirt off, threw it on the floor, and kissed me. Her lips were as expected, her tongue warm, her hair blurring my sight, her crotch pushing against mine. In the void of our lips, she moaned. One of her hands went down between us and she started to feel between my legs. And there was nothing I could do to stop her (even though I wouldn’t be right in my mind if I wanted to).

She got to her knees and started pulling and pulling at my pants. It slid down and the moment she saw what I had, her lips were around my dick and her arms behind my legs. She closed her eyes, her tongue twirling around the tip. I felt the warm inside of her mouth gliding up and down my shaft. She was a real crazy one. As she went deeper, she started rubbing herself on the crotch of her loose jeans. One of her hands guided one of mine to take her breast and squeeze it, and so I did. Her soft flesh with that little bump of nipple between my fingers. I felt the head of my dick pushed and pushed in her wet throat. Then, I pulled her up, a string of either cum or spit briefly spun between her lips and my cock, and I kissed her. I threw her on my desk, pulled her pair of jeans off, kneeled, and started to kiss her legs. Slowly, as my lips came closer and her moans became louder, I slipped her out of her panties. She almost pulled out my hair as I licked her clit. Brief chants of horny whispers escaped her mouth and I could make a very accurate guess as to what she would want.

I stood up and leaned over her. With my dick in my hand, I whispered into her ear: ‘I want to fuck you.’ She didn’t say anything, she just moaned. Opened mouth and only deep breaths. It was almost as if she was thinking, really considering it… but then I felt her hand on my cock. She guided me in, pulled me in closer, her mouth only gasping for air. Her hair was wet in sweat, her breasts glistening, her pussy soaked. I buried myself completely in her and I could see that she was finding her ease. Her eyes again with those deep crow feet and her fingers in strange positions. I went slowly, easing her. But at a certain point, she pulled me in closer and it was her time to whisper in my ear. ‘Fuck me.’ And I fucked. She held my head close to her lips so I could hear every detail of her voice, trembling. At one point almost shouting, yelling my name. Her breasts bouncing up and down, now with full streams of sweat running down. Her legs clapped against mine, every clap accompanied by a creak of the desk. It was amazing, all the way to the end.

The air in the office was sex that night and there were only the city stars outside, the empty, dark cubicles and us, yelling each other’s names. I came after a final thrust, buried still deep inside her. She could feel me coming and she opened her eyes with a twinkle. ‘Fuck,’ she said. Her eyes fled to the ceiling, she trembled, pushed me against her, and we were quiet again. We talked some more in the nude, drunk some whiskey with our eyes on the partying city outside. Then we got dressed, (my shirt wasn’t as neatly ironed as it had been that day), worked on, long, long, long, finished, and went home.

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