A couple of years ago I made the move to a new job. My old company was small and predominantly female. I was friends with everyone and would text and hang out with most of them after I left. A few months past and most of those relationships tapered off—except one.
She’d only been there a short time before I left, but for some reason we kept in touch. She was gorgeous. We’d argued before whether she looked more like Miley Cyrus or Megan Fox. Now, obviously she was, at most, 70% of Megan, but there was a definite resemblance. It was the eyes.
She sat right outside my office. I’d just stare at her as she walked back and forth to her desk. Tight pants showing her perfect little butt. She was also sneaky stacked—I’d say a full C. Just someone I wanted to get my hands on and explore. It wasn’t long until I got my chance.
The texting took a while to become inappropriate, but once we started, the floodgates opened. She would have me hard the entire workday. Telling me how she used to fantasize about riding me in my office chair and me bending her over my desk. It drove me crazy. I’d have to work from the basement to hide the bulge in my pants.
And then one Friday, after a day full of sexting, things crossed a different line. I was out with my coworkers for happy hour and she just kept texting me. Telling me how the thought of my dick in her mouth made her cum. How she touches herself to me when she’s in bed with her husband—and whispers my name every time she cums.
I was getting a little drunk, but still was fighting the urge to cheat. Until, that is, she told me she was heading home to an empty house.
My heart sank. I couldn’t stop my fingers from typing: ”what’s your address?”
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She opened the door. She was shaking. My heart was racing. I walked inside and she shut the door behind me. Before she could get the words “my house is a mess” out of her mouth, I walked up to her, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for the best kiss I can remember.
Her lips were so soft. She smelled amazing. Instantly, my hands were all over her. Grabbing her ass and pulling her close to let her feel how hard she made me.
I started moving lower. Kissing her neck. She whispered my name in my ear. I finally got to feel her perfect, soft tits. I pulled her shirt down and started kissing lower and lower. I started to undo her pants as she started rubbing my dick through mine.
In a moment of clarity, I pulled back. I looked at her, breathing heavy and still shaking and said “beg me to stay.”
She stepped back, saying nothing, and took off her pants. No underwear. She’d told me several times she never wears them. She laid down on the couch, still staring at me. She started gently touching herself and said “You better hurry. He’ll be home soon.”
I closed my eyes. I was done. I walked over to the couch and dropped my pants. I was rock hard. She reached up and grabbed it with both hands. Without hesitation she put those soft lips all over my cock. I moaned her name so loud the neighbors must’ve heard.
I pulled my dick out just before I exploded and pushed her back on the couch. “you told me you wanted me to cum inside you, remember?”
“Fuck me.”
I slowly slid my cock into her. She was dripping already. She moaned my name and I just watched her gorgeous face enjoying my dick. My hands were all over her body. I pulled her shirt and bra up as fast I could to finally see her tits for myself. I could feel myself getting close. “Don’t pull out.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I leaned forward and kissed her as hard as I could just as I shot everything I had inside of her.
We composed ourselves, knowing her husband could be home at any minute. Before I left, she kissed me softly and put her hand over my dick and said “Don’t shower when you get home. I want her to smell me on you.”
I wanted to fuck her again immediately…but I’d have to wait a few days.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d14mqe/tempted_by_my_excoworker_mf