Coworker[M] gives me[F] orgasm at restaurant table

If you’ve read my other stories, you know I have a previous coworker that I enjoy teasing and torturing by doing small little public acts of teasing. Here is a continuation of that saga.

After 3 years of making no more progress than incredibly steamy conversations, I figured out a fun way to give him an additional little thrill. I have these remote controlled silicone balls that are designed to be turned on, inserted, and then controlled with the remote. The remote also buzzed along with the balls so you could tell what was happening with the toy.

We schedule a time to have lunch together, and I decide to use these balls during lunch. I put them in at work before leaving to meet him, and the anticipation of knowing I would be doing this already had me so wet. Getting these inside me took zero effort. After I inserted them and walked back to my desk, I knew this would be trouble! The feeling of my throbbing pussy being full while walking around was turning me on even more. I get back to my desk to grab my things so I can leave for lunch, and get stopped by one of my coworkers to talk about a project. Knowing that I had these balls inside me felt like such a dirty little secret, getting me more and more worked up. Finally I was able to walk out to my car and drive to lunch. As soon as I sat down in my car I could feel how swollen and wet I was.

[F]31 Blew a Coworker [M]25

Throw away account, blah blah blah

This story took place about a year ago and still shocks me to my core. I was 31 at the time, female.

I work in the construction industry with almost all men. One evening I was at a golfing networking event with 4 of my male coworkers (my boss, 2 peers, 1 younger associate). After golfing we all went out to a bar to finish the evening. We were all chatting about a recent project we had lost to our largest competitor, and my boss jokes that “we only lost because we don’t like giving head.” Drunk me sasses back “speak for yourself, I love giving blow jobs!” A round of awkward laughs follow and we move on with the drinking. We end up going to my boss’s house to continue drinking after the bar shuts down.