She was a Punjabi woman, a Sikh, my again and despite being born half a world apart we found each other working as peers on projects for the United States Commerce department. She had a quick, biting wit that was perfectly synced with my own. Our rapport was easy and despite not getting my pop culture references, we could still make each other laugh. We became inseparable work spouses: having lunch together grabbing coffee, working as pairs at each other’s desks, taking walks together on the work campus.
While our personalities meshed well, physically we were near opposites. She was the picture of elegance, with brown skin, impossibly long hair, and a thin, lanky frame that supported ample breasts. I was pale to a fault, burning easily in the sun, short brown hair, and the size and build of a football player whose body had soften over the years into what could be called the classic dad bod.
We flirted together almost immediately upon meeting. She was married with two young boys, confiding in me that the marriage was arranged, so nothing was ever going to happen. We would talk and get close. One day I noticed that she kept touching me, my knee and my thigh, when we talked, sometimes letting her hands linger. I would touch her shoulders, but tried to walk a careful line of workplace behavior.
I sat in the cube next to her and I would hear her talking in Punjabi. Sometimes she would get upset. I didn’t pry, but would ask if she wanted to take a walk or go get coffee, or just come by to bullshit. One day I left work to see her standing in the parking lot, crying. I asked why. And she told me and once she got started she couldn’t stop. She explained that her mother-in-law had moved in and was making her life hell. Nothing she did was good enough for the “Prince,” her husband, and she was exhausted and she didn’t know what to do. And her husband was drinking and she felt trapped and that I wouldn’t understand. She got more and more upset as she let it all out, years and years of frustration from a loveless arranged married. My heart broke for her.
“Do you want a hug?” I asked. She nodded yes, but I felt her tense for a moment as my arms surrounded her. I held her against me, feeling her tears wet my white dress shirt. We didn’t say anything more. After what seemed an eternity, she pulled her headback and I looked down at her. I bent down to kiss her forehead. It felt automatic, the most natural thing in the world. From her forehead I move to her lips, a quick peck that quickly turned into more, becoming deeper and deeper. A switch flipped in my head and my heart pounded.
“Let’s go to your car,” I said, and she and I walked to her car, both in a haze of lust.
She got into the back passenger side of the car, a big Land Rover, and I followed. We continued to kiss, touching each other more and more and more confidence. I pulled my hands back and returned to her back, running my hands up and caressing the hollows behind her ears and down the sides of her neck. I unzipped the back of her dress, my hands trailing down her back back, rubbing her spine, slowly inching down. My cock grow hard in my pants, straining against the fly. I move my hands back up to her hips, I felt the heat of her body against me. I run my hands around her torso gripping her ribs right below her breasts.
I kiss down her neck, tasting her. I breathed in her scent. I move my hands back up to the underside of her breasts and continue back up up to gently cup them again. I felt her nipples harden and she squirmed in front of me. I returned to her neck and took her left ear between my teeth, gently kneading it. I gathered her long strands of hair between the fingers of my left hand and pull them into my fist. I pull back on her hair and tilt her head back. Each kiss was an opportunity to mark her, to make her mine, each moment that passed she gave a fraction of herself to me. She wanted to get fucked and her want it rough and hard. I wanted to make her melt. Her lust was going to shatter her and then I was going to carefully piece her back together bit by bit.
I move her hands from her breasts to her bare thighs, lightly touching them. I move my fingers up and down their length and moving inside and outside. I ran my hand up her thighs as she ran her hands all over me, exploring another man’s body for the first time. My fingers found the elastic of her panties and I pulled them down. She lifted her ass off the seat to ease their passage off her body. They were already soaked. I laid her back on the seat and moved between her legs. The folds of her inner lips were just peeking out, topped by the hood where the inner lips came together at the top of her slit.
I licked the tip of my index finger and then slowly inserted it into her, up to the second knuckle. I gently thrust my index finger back and forth in her pussy and soon it is completely slick with moisture. I shifted a bit and bring my left hand up to her pussy. With my thumb and index finger on either side of her slit, I gently opened her outer lips, running my right forefinger up the seam of her inner lips to the folds of her hood. Moving my left hand slightly, I slowly pull the folds of the hood back and revealed more of her pussy to me. I pulled my finger out and lick it clean. I put my right forefinger back into her pussy and let the outer lips relax back against the hood covering her clit. Then I slowly thrust my finger back and forth, once again coating it with her lubricating juices, then crook my finger up to massage her g-spot. She moan and tried to find something to hold on to in her awkward position against the car door.
As I fingered her, my left thumb makes little circles at the top of her slit, caressing the base of her clit. I flicked my tongue out and lick from the bottom to the top of her slit. The first lick was intoxicating, taking any remaining inhibition from my mind. I became mad with thirst; consumed by hunger. I cupped her ass in my hands and lift her pussy to my mouth. My hands squeezed, my tongue probed, my lips ground, pressing so hard my teeth grind into them. I taste a hint of iron as my teeth cut my mouth from the pressure, but I did not care. With my right hand, I gently spread her outer lips and run my tongue up the divide between the inner and outer lips.
I kept my left thumb working in circles at the top of her pussy and began to flick my tongue into and out of the opening in the inner lips. Then I licked from bottom to top once again, using more pressure, putting my entire mouth on her pussy, continuing to work my tongue over the tender flesh.
I added a second fingers into her pussy and began to slowly pump them back and forth. I watched as her inner lips slowly turned darker and spread out like the petals of some exotic flower blooming. I licked and probed her pussy, her lips swollen and darker and plump. Her entire pussy was by now covered in a slick coating of saliva and her own juices. I savored her. She came hard and with her hold body trembling. She laid back on the seat exhausted. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to be mine and my balls boiled and my cock ached at the thought.
I unzipped my suit pants and I grasped my penis by the base and rubbed the tip against her slick lips, taking care to avoid her sensitive clit. When the head of my cock was good and lubricated, I slipped it inside her, inch by glorious inch. I luxuriated in the silken feel of the walls of her vagina, gripping me like a warm glove. Her pussy was incredibly hot and already overflowing with arousal. The sight of my bare, engorged cock spreading open her moisture-slick lips made my balls feel tights and full. She moan and I felt her clench around me. If there was any reservation to having a cock other than her husband’s in her it never registered. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me and she rode me. I watched her labia sucking at my cock as she rose from my body, her inner lips gripped my shaft snugly, caressing my length with their velvety touch. I anyone in the parking lot saw us, we didn’t car. The rest of the world had dropped away. I didn’t want to come too soon, but it took every trick I’ve ever learned to only enjoy the sensations generated by her tight, grasping sheath and not allow them to make me cum. I continued to gently thrust myself into her well-lubricated and gripping pussy, my hands gripping her thighs tight with pleasure as her hips rocked back and forth on top of me. I moved my hands to her breasts and rolled each nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently. I marveled at the contrast of her brown skin against my white skin. I felt my cock swell within her. My lips closed tight and my nostrils flare as I breathed deeply, savoring the feeling of her smooth inner walls against my cock.
“Put me back on my back,” she said, breaking the quiet. We rolled over again.
Mounting her, I paused for a moment to look at her body. For this brief moment, she was my conquest, my property, my claim. I want to mark her whole body with my cum, branding her: her face, her breasts, her tummy, pussy, hands, arms, back, and ass—all of her. I gently lower myself to meet her and slip inside her her. When I reached bottom, her pussy grips me tightly and my head swims. I hooked my arms under her shoulders and supported myself on my elbows, keeping my weight off her. I felt her breathing, heavy and against my neck, and pulled back for another thrust. My cock dragged across her sensitive pussy walls. I thrust back into her slowly, delighting in the sensation of spreading her open. When I reached bottom again, I grind my hips against her. I began to fuck her with long, slow, gentle strokes. At the end of each one, as my cock buries to the root, I ground my pubic bone against her to stimulate her clit. I kept up my steady, measured pace. Whenever I felt my climax approaching, I burried myself completely and stopped, grinding my hips against her, rubbing her clit. When my impending orgasm subsided, I thrust into her again.
I quickly speed my pace, and am soon hammering my cock into her pussy, her smooth vaginal walls contracting around my length. I felt her rapid breathing on my cheek as I hungrily pressed my lips to hers. The pace of my thrusting continues as our tongues dance, and soon I feel her pussy spasming and clutching at my dick. My hands gripped her tightly as my back and legs tensed, shoving my cock as deep as possible within her.
I frantically kissed her exposed neck and throat, biting her collar bone as I slammed my cock into her. I hugged her tightly as I continued to pound into her, surrounded by the clutching muscles of her pussy. I gripped her ass when I feel the rush of pleasure surging up my shaft. I bury myself inside her with one final, powerful lunge. With a grunt, I erupt. I clutched her, gasping for air as I filled her to overflowing. Finally, I collapsed against her, breathing heavily.
At some point I got up off of her and we helped each other collect ourselves. We sanitized the backseat, her attention to detail returned things to a perfect state. We made a good team in every kind of work it seemed. We hugged on last time and she got into her car to drive herself home to her husband, her mother-in-law, her boys. She lived about an hour away and even then my cock was still sticky from our combined juices and she was almost certainly still full with my cum.
We had a few other sessions with each other, a blowjob on a coffee break to Starbucks, a quick fuck after a work party. Some time later she let me know that her husband was moving them five hundred miles away. It was good, she’d be close to her family. That was that. We still message each other and find ways to talk on the phone sometimes but with less and less frequency. The distance between us has cooled us off. We both have our memories and we’ve both moved on in our lives but I still get a little ache when I walk past her old desk.
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