A series of encounters with a coworker. Part 3. (m/f)

This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Previous chapters are found here and here.

The next few days after our encounter at the hotel were filled with text messages discussing what happened. Jen remained incredulous that she could cum like that and I repeatedly told her how much it was a turn on. Jen also asked me many questions about what I had and had not done. From my responses, she could tell I was a novice. I told her how hot it was when she swallowed my cum and how much I liked it when she did that. I also told her how much I enjoyed the way we fucked with no barriers to doing anything any time. Her fucking me then going down on me or me licking her pussy after fucking her were things that I had never done and to me it was liberating. I was reveling in breaking rules that I had lived by for 30 years.

A few days after the hotel meeting, the texts turned to when we could get together again. We both were frustrated by our inability to plan something because of upcoming travel schedules. Late one evening at the end of the day, Jen texted me.

A series of encounters with a coworker. Part 2. (m/f)

This is a continuation of a story that started here.

The following day Jen and I texted about the events of the preceding night. We both agreed that it had been more than we were planning and we lost control of ourselves when it got down to it. Moreover we decided we had to do it again, but go further. Fortunately our work colleagues were still unaware and we restrained ourselves from texting too much. Jen did make a point to come to my cube twice during the day, which made me uneasy. I had a feeling that people just had to know just by looking at us. I hoped that I was wrong.

Over the next few days we compared schedules to figure out when we could meet again. Her evenings were filled with dance classes and book clubs and mine was complicated with after work beer with colleagues, games and league bowling. Our next rendezvous was further hindered by the proximity of our places to coworkers. Since everyone knew what everyone else drove at work, it was easy to see who was where by the cars in parking lots and driveways. So, things were not as simple as meeting up after work at home. We had gotten lucky with the first encounter and I wasn’t willing to be as risky a second time around.

A series of encounters with a coworker

The following is a true story that happened to me a few years back. It is a long story and it takes quite a while to get going. However, it is the first of many experiences and I felt that it was necessary to explain some background. I hope that I will have time to write more about this experience, as it was the pinnacle of all things sexual for me in my life. I still look back at this run of encounters with fondness because we did so much and delighted in every single thing. If you like what I write, let me know in the comments section and I will post something else.

About 15 years ago, my first job after grad school was with an old-line chemical company with a lot of seasoned professionals. In other words, it was definitely not a hip, cool place to work. I bided my time but I was always looking for something different. A few years later, I had a chance to interview with a startup electronics company. Fortunately, I secured an offer and with the chance to change jobs and join an energetic team of like-minded coworkers I was sold.