Author: Longfingers77

Taking all of that girl [f]rom work

The back story is on my profile: and despite the huge gap in telling this story, this was the rest of that second night.

Cate was feeling proud of herself, having watched me, watching her, wipe my cum from her face into her mouth. An achievement. A levelling up, even. Having finally got owned (“you really owned me”, not quite able to keep eye contact to the end of the sentence), we went to get something to eat.

You don’t really care what we had to eat, do you?

But a gentle walk back gave us time to get our second wind (and me to realise just how disarmingly unaware of how elegantly and effortlessly sexy she looked smoking as we walked back to the hotel).

We slid back into the room; and back into bed.

“I’ve had what I was promised” I said. “What do you want?”

“Well, I want to have had you everywhere?”, Cate replied, confidence lasting again half way through the thought, as she looked away as she said it. Read more »

Making a mess of that Girl [f]rom work

So, you can see from my timeline how I got together in secret with my sassy colleague Cate.

After our first night together, I had to slip away home, leaving us hundreds of miles apart and now in a perpetual holding pattern of longing.

The next morning I texted to check in on her. Happy? Yes. Freaked out? Only slightly. Replaying our night together? Repeatedly.

I teased her with a list of things I’d learnt about her: fan of oral (who isn’t); prim even in the most unlikely of circumstances; adverse to mess.

This last observation drew a mildly offended correction. “Who said I am afraid of mess?” texted back Cate. “Well, am assumption on my part to be sure, but you did tell me not to get cum in your hair”. “Goodness, that was only because I had no time to wash it after; I am a fan of making it messy”. “Well,” said I, “I may be able to help with that. Because next time, I am making a mess of you”.

“And I”, said Cate “will make sure to clean it up properly”. Read more »

That Girl from Work Part 2 [MF]

Part 1 is on my timeline for the background….

So, where were we? Ah yes, Cate was run hopping to the bathroom, trying, and failing, to keep my sperm from running down her leg. A few exasperated sighs and the sound of handwashing later, she’s back in bed with me.

You’ve asked for a description of Cate. Well, she is tall, lithe, brunette. Long elegant limbs, carried gracefully. Small nose, a face that expresses openly and eagerly often through a smile. Small bee sting breasts, pink nipples. But perhaps my favourite feature are her hips. Slender everywhere else, her hips are broad, sensual, shaping her like a cello. She moves with her hips, through her hips. And when we fuck, hitting her hips, feeling her vulva reach out to me, her pubis being smacked, feels like there is a real, sensual person there. That’s what I remember the most. Read more »

That Girl from Work [MF]

So, long time lurker, first time poster. Feel I need to give something back to the community. If I get through this without having to make myself cum at the memory, I will claim a technical win.

A few years ago I had a colleague. We were not in the same office, so saw each other perhaps three or four times a year. But there was something that just clicked. The way she craned her neck. The way that everything she said was fascinating. The way she held my gaze as she spoke. The way she laughed freely and raucously. The way she held a cigarette in her fingers. She was the perfect package. Let’s call her Cate.

Anyway, miles apart, work, so nothing happening.

Well, nothing much. Over a year, the hugs hello started to linger. To the point that one kiss goodbye more than grazed my mouth; I spent a night thinking about the feeling, surely accidental, of her lips barely on mine.

Until. Read more »