Author: deep_cream_42

Fun at work

I worked at one of those companies that had free lunches for everyone at a big common area with a kitchen. She was there to help bus tables and keep the drinks stocked.

There was nothing boring about her. Maybe the grey uniform. But it only highlighted her fire red hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips were full. Her body was slim and proportioned. Despite her uniform, her body was something I wanted my hands on.

She caught me looking at her more than a few times. Every time her response was a flirtatious smile. I knew she was in, but had no idea how in.

I brought my laptop to the lunch area after everyone had left and sat to work where I could ogle. She didn’t miss a beat. Before I realized it, she was sitting with me eating her own lunch. We talked. We flirted. Then she had to get back. We exchanged email addresses before she left.

Emails started in earnest. We confessed to wanting each other for weeks. Each worried about making a move. We talked through our kinks. Our past experiences. Sent pictures. Read more »

Crushing on the mom up the street [cheating] [milf]

She’s about my age. Her looks are pretty average. Just another mom on the block. Short, curly brown hair. Glasses. Nice body. Fit, but doesn’t look like she spends any time at the gym. Boobs are on the smaller side. Butt has a nice shape. She wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. But there’s something about her. I saw it when they first moved in. I was working in the yard and she walked by with her dog and stopped to chat. I couldn’t help but fantasize:

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I’m home alone, digging in the yard, feeling pretty good. Sweating and aching with exertion shoveling dirt around. She stops asks what I’m up to. We chat a bit. I turn to show her something and catch her looking me over as I turn back. We catch eyes. Her lips flash a tiny, embarrassed smile. She tries to laugh it off. I hold her gaze and smile back. The moment feels like forever as we each try to decide what comes next.

Finally she brakes the silence. Her face softens and looking me dead in the eyes she says, “looks like you’re pretty good with your hands.” My heart jumps. I gather myself as best I can and tell her she should see the workshop I built in the backyard. “I’ll show you.” “Okay.” Read more »