[M]y [F]irst Coworker—and Boss’ sister—Fuck: Part I

I’m fit, blonde hair, blue eyes, late twenties, well-spoken, about 6’2″ with shoes, and a proud nerd. I switched jobs like 2 years ago and immediately was thunderstruck by a coworker who emailed me some introductory information about the company. We worked though in different offices. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was my boss’ younger sister and that we would be training together in my second week a couple of items.

I’ll call her Jade. Jade was mid-twenties, strawberry blonde thick long hair, porcelain complexion with sharp eeyebrows, big brown eyes, and full lips. And curves for days. Busty, thick hipped, and lovely thighs, but not heavy at all. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her profile pic in the emails she would send to me. And in-person after training together, sitting next to one another, I kep looking at her lips. Her voice was a little deeper than I expected, but I liked that. An alto not a soprano. It was hot. I kept my distance for weeks. She was in a relationship I learned and I was too. But that didn’t stop her from emailing me in times when I honestly probably didn’t need to hop in and help her digitally. I would analyze her playful unnecessary use of an emoji or exclamation point. And since Social Media was a part of our work for marketing and learning about competitors, naturally her profiles starting getting recommended to me.

Jade’s Instagram was like a treasure trove of perfection porcelain curves, playful looks, gorgeous smiles, and even some lovely bottomless cleavage. I guessed one night she had to at least be a GG (yes that’s a size) because of how her milky breasts hung from a tight shirt, forming a lovely full heart shape. Especially how they fell to the sides in a shot of her laying down. Moreover, she had a nose ring that she would flip up for the sake of work attire. And she had some tattoos that struck me as signs of a rebellious spirit. Moreover, she started liking my posts. And holding my eyes at work, sometimes coyly looking away a little too late.

I remember once she came in to the office and I watched her ass and breasts bounce as she walked past, feeling the heat in my cheeks and groin. I started liking her posts back. First just a natural landscape shot on Instagram and then, a little braver, a selfie of her smile. She nearly immediately would like something back of mine, like minutes later, as if she had set notifications and wanted me to know she was watching my likes and my own smiles or shots on instagram of the occasional home cooked meal or view of the ocean. Finally, after weeks of this, us both in relationships, I DMed her.

“Are we going to keep flirty from a distance or start talking?”

It was bold and I lurched a bit in my stomach sending it, but I was so confident these signs were indistinguishable from mere friendliness. She sent a tongue emoji back with a “I was wondering how long it would take.” That’s what started the most incredible, sexy cascade of flirtation. I complimented her art, which she shared on her wall, and her smile. She was clearly veyr happy with that and liked my mind at work and smart emails to colleagues. We both had dreamed of one another being intimate which we eventually shared when the trust was there. She actually texted me how she had a dream after first seeing me during the training of sucking my cock and “draining me into her mouth” as she looked up at me. She woke up “wet and so horny that she had to finish in the shower.” She also talked about her dysfunctional relationship and how he was cold and had essentially never wanted to fuck her, in part because he watched a lot of porn.

Truth or Dare was my idea. And soon, I learned that she had pierced her nipples, that she loved giving oral, that her BF couldn’t make her cum, and she often masturbated thinking of me instead, and that she loved being submissive and fucked raw from behind. She told me how confident she was she could drain my cock and lick the semen off her tits for me. How, after I sent her a beautifully naturally lit pic of my throbbing hard 7″ circumsized penis, she wanted me to slide inside her. I asked for more pics of her. She sent me over the next few weeks a ton of pics, with her breasts and nipples and face all together. And one of her ass and lovely pink innie pussy from behind. I would cum so hard to her pics. imagining fucking her brains out at work in the bathroom. She was definitely more shy about her pussy and ass. God knows why they were divine. My GF at the time was extremely thin, petite, and tiny curves. And I was increasingly feeling very much rejected by her sexually too.

Neither of Jade or I had ever cheated and even wanted to cheat. That might be hard to believe, but it’s true. So, when we met up for lunch and I gave her a hug and asked her to come back on a Saturday afternoon to chill at my apartment, we both wondered if we should, being coworkers and in committed relationships, albeit unfulfilling ones—but we did. I’ll save that for Part II. It gets really naughty.

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