This story has a few special spots in my memory. For one, it was the third night in a row with my co-worker that we closed together, and having had 3 amazing sexual encounters so far, 2 of them having had happened the two previous nights. The second reason this night sticks out is that it introduced our (well at least my) favorite place to fuck at work: a bar stool located in the corner next to one of our projectors.
A fear of mine was that she would grow tired or bored messing around at work, especially since I don’t think of myself as anything spectacular; I’m bald, slightly overweight with an average-sized cock. She, on the other hand, is an extremely cute, sexually-enlightened, large breasted woman. My goal was to keep her interested enough to continue making work fun.
On this particular night, there was little foreplay, little innuendo, nothing like the two previous nights, so I didn’t know for sure if things would happen: I was wrong–way wrong.