I hadn’t been at my job long when my manager told me I wasn’t his type. I don’t even remember what brought it up now. I didn’t ask him if I was, but it wasn’t out of the blue either. I like to think I took the comment as a challenge, and that was the only reason I wanted to pursue him, but the truth is I found him pretty hot. He had the blue eyes and big build I always go for, not fat, but thick and strong with muscular arms. He was definitely my type. I knew he was right about me though. I had met his wife and saw the women I knew he checked out online. They were bigger than me and looked tougher, sometimes with a whole sleeve of tats. I am fairly petite, no one would ever consider me tough, and I don’t have any tattoos. I accepted he wasn’t into me and figured the occasionally flirty comments he said to me were all in good fun.
He was a good listener. I often caught myself telling him things I hadn’t meant to and didn’t tell anyone else. I loved to listen to him talk about his weekend, his hobbies, working out, his favorite shows, and when he was a kid growing up nearby. Truth be told, I liked him more than I could ever let on.
I was a small office, so I set at his desk while I worked part time as his secretary. He was usually busy running the place- doing the heavy lifting and directing the few other employees. I loved sitting at his desk. It felt intimate looking through is drawers and touching his belongings. Nothing was off limits, and I wasn’t being nosy, I just felt close to him handling things I could tell had been in his desk for years.
I made most of my calls and completed the filing in the mornings while he helped load the merchandise for deliveries and sent the drivers on their runs. The afternoons were slow. We were frequently alone. I would browse the internet on his computer while he sat in front of me at the common-use computer and did the same. Sometimes we would go an hour or more without speaking, but more often, he would beckon me up to check out some pics from an event he had been to over the weekend or a new music video from an artists he liked. I would stand at his elbow leaning in close watching the computer monitor with him. Sometimes I would accidentally brush his arm with mine and was surprised he couldn’t feel my intense longing for him in just that touch. I would gaze at him as he gazed at the computer screen enjoying just being near him. He didn’t know that the moment I got home, I would download whatever song it was he had asked me to listen to with him. I would replay it over and over just to capture those feelings I had while I stood so near him.
This went on for over a year. I figured it was all that we would ever have though I often thought of him when I was pleasuring myself at home.
On a day like most others, I had completed my work, and he had sent the drivers on their runs. We were alone. He was working in the warehouse next door while I sat in the office. I tried to think of reasons to go hang out with him and talk, but I didn’t want to interrupt him, so I sat at my desk playing out different sexy scenarios involving him in my head. When he came in to take his seat at the computer in front of my desk, I was already pretty turned on. I watched hopefully as he opened up YouTube. He called me up to watch some new video he had discovered the evening before. I stood near him trying to pay attention to the video, but being that close to him was having an effect on me I couldn’t control. I was watching him instead of the monitor when he turned to look at me. I tried to disguise the wanting look I knew was in my eyes. I was suddenly ridiculously shy around this man I had spent 18 hours a week with for over a year. I was looking at my shoes waiting for him to turn back to the computer when I felt his hand on my arm. I looked up to meet his eyes. I am not sure what was different about this time. Did the look on my face give me away? Did the naughty thoughts I had been having before he came in make me a little more forward than usual? Was the sexual tension just too strong for him to miss finally?
Whatever it was, he leaned over to kiss me. I was so eager that I was afraid I would overwhelm him with my enthusiasm. But to my excitement, he responded just as enthusiastically. I took this opportunity while we were kissing to run my hands over those strong arms I had thought about touching 100s of times. I was surprised to find his work shirts hid stronger muscles than I realized. I ran my hands over his chest to find the same. As we continued to kiss, I knew I had to feel his bare skin. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands up under his white t-shirt. I knew I was being ridiculously forward, but I reached for his belt as we continued to kiss. I couldn’t figure out how to undo the buckle, but he was happy to help me out. I pulled down his pants and boxers and saw he was as excited as I was. There was no talking as I lowered myself to my knees. I put his cock in my mouth. I am not one of those girls that knows how to deep throat, but I like to think what I lack in that department, I make up for in eagerness. I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and pumped my fist as I excitedly took him in and out of my mouth running my tongue along the bottom of his dick and over the tip never fulling taking him out of my mouth. I would have been happy to have him cum in my mouth, but he had different ideas and pulled me back up to my feet. I had worn a skirt to work that day and my tops were always low cut. I liked the looks I got from the men that came in the shop, so I continued to dress this way even though he had mentioned to me once that the owner frowned on it. I was glad that I had made my body easily accessible to him as he ran his hands over my cleavage. His palms were rough from working with is hands most of the day and it turned me on all the more. I tried to wait patiently while he explored my body as he wished, but I kept finding myself leaning into his touch eagerly. We both knew we would get little warning if a customer or co-worker decided to come in, and it made everything more frenzied. He pulled down my top and brought his mouth to one nipple as he massaged the other with his fingers. That hand wandered down my body to pull up my skirt and work down my panties. I was already wet, and his finger slid easily inside me. He pulled his finger out and brought it to my lips. How did he know this would excite me even more? I eagerly licked my juices off of his finger. I wanted so badly for him to bend me over the desk and fuck me, but I didn’t know if that was too much… going to far, so I started to drop back down to my knees again. It might not sound like much of a distinction after all we had done, but I wanted to make him cum and if he didn’t want to actually have sex, I was pleased to take him in my mouth again. He pulled me up before I could get that far and turned me around. For a moment he pulled my body to his and wrapped his strong arms around me before bending me over and sinking his cock deep in my pussy. He pumped into me as my hips banged against the desk. I met his thrust eagerly. I had no thought of cumming myself, but I felt it building as he banged into me, and I cried out his name as I came. It was the first word either of us had spoken since this started and it sounded so loud in the office. My excited cries set him off, and I turned to look over my shoulder so I could watch him as he too came. It is always my favorite moment watching the pleasure overtake my partner’s face. As he pulled away and we began to straighten our clothes before anyone walked in and discovered us in disarray, I asked him if he was sure I wasn’t his type after all.