4 comments/ 57165 views/ 5 favorites Office Romance By: JANAMARIE Damn, the new typist in the secretarial pool is one fine looking example of femininity. She looks to be in her mid twenties, five feet four, reddish hair tied up in sort of a short pony tail, blue eyes, no more than 115 pounds and it looked as if she has tits to die for. The grapevine told me she is recently single after a disastrous marriage and her name is Judy. I am Sam, 32, single and in charge of Marketing in a mid-sized company located on Maryland's Eastern Shore and I do enjoy the finer things in life; especially women. I was dating the head of Sales in a small company in our industrial complex but things weren't going particularly well with us so we recently parted ways. Over the years I have found recent divorcees need some time to get readjusted to the single life and they aren't in any rush to get back into a situation that might, just might, be as bad as the one they had just left. But this one was sufficiently interesting to make an early pursuit worth the gamble. The question was what would be the best approach. A month or so after noticing her I still hadn't found the opportunity of meeting her, never mind dating her. Shit, this was going to be a long battle if I couldn't even swing an introduction. What the hell is the matter with me? When in doubt, take the ball and charge. I walked into the secretarial pool office area to search her out. The place is made up of a lot of little cubicles with walls only going up about five feet. The architecture of the room is really pretty common in today's business environment and as I was walking in and out of the little corridors wending their way through the place, I turned a corner and bumped smack into her as she was leaving her cubicle. When I say bumped into her I think collided would be a much better description. I am close to six feet and weigh close to two hundred and I came close to knocking her on her ass. Great.... it gave me a chance to wrap my arms around her to keep her from falling. Too bad she wasn't falling face down, it would have given me the opportunity to put my hands on her tits rather than just her back. "Hi, I hear your name is Judy and I want to welcome you to the outfit. I usually just throw new hires off the top of the building to make an impression but I thought a collision would be a smoother approach." She laughed uproariously and thanked me for my welcome. "I'm Sam and I am up in marketing so I'm not sure we will get much of a chance to see one another. Where were you working before here?" "Actually nowhere. I was married and just tending house and trying to manage a home office over on the Western Shore for my ex husband." Hmmm. She sure got the "ex husband" out on the table fast enough. There's maybe is a little hope here. "Well, welcome to the Taj Mahal. They just transferred me in here from one of our outlying branches so if you have any questions about the area or need any help getting your feet on the ground, give me a shout. As I say, I have just moved her and suffered many of the things you will be going through." I dug out a card with my office extension and I scribbled my home and cell phones on it. We said our obligatory 'well, nice to have met you' and went on our way. I knew I was hoping against hope I would have the chance to run into her again in a place more conducive to getting to know one another better. Things on the job were keeping me busier than hell for the next week and I had no time to give her any more thought until my home phone rang one night and it was her. WOW. "Sam, I hate to bother you at home but you did offer to give me some help in getting settled in and here I am." "Sure, no problem. What can I do to help? "Well, as I told you in the office, I have just moved her and have no friends, relatives or references in this area and the lack of those in this old fashioned community is driving me crazy." She went on to say, "You won't believe all of the trouble I had just getting a phone installed. Since I never worked outside of the home I had no references for them to check. I finally had to resort to telling them I would complain to the local newspaper of just how 'unfriendly' the Eastern Shore was to newcomers. That did it, the phone was installed a few days later." "Well, no one can say you aren't resourceful." I said laughingly "Now that you overcame that hurdle what can I help you with?" "As you know public transportation over here is non existent and I do need to travel to get to work. My old clunker is on its last legs and I am having a problem getting credit to buy another car. I tell them where I am employed but that seems like only half the story. They seem doubtful I have been hired for anything other than vacation fill in and aren't too interested in loaning me money if they think I will be gone in a few months." "What are you asking? Do you want to borrow the money from me?" I asked. "No, No, No.. that's not the reason for my call. I am wondering if you have any contacts in our company's Human Resource department who could tell them my employment status?" "Hell yes, I know a few people there who would be more than happy to confirm you have been hired on a trial basis. Your test will be to prove to them in the next month you are able to type at one hundred words a minute or you are gone." I joked. "Great, just what I need, a comedian." "Just kidding. Which car dealer are you working with?" I asked She told me and I simply answered, " Done, call them back around noon tomorrow." "What do you mean?" She asked. "I meant I will have taken care of your problem by that time." "Really? What are you a magician?" She laughed. "Isn't there an old saying about looking a gift horse in the mouth?" "Sorry. Thanks for your help." She replied and ended the call. My imagination was running wild as I pictured her sitting by the phone as she was talking. Her huge tits were pointing at me and her firm little ass was squirming wildly while waiting for me to stick my cock in it. What a picture! What I didn't tell her was the manager of that dealer is an old college roommate of mine and he owes me a bunch. I called him and asked that he steer her to a good auto and not tell her I had called about giving her credit. She called me at work a week or so later to thank me for my assistance. She had bought a late model used car she was thrilled with. I wished her luck with it and asked how she was doing both in the area and on the job. She seemed to love her job and it was taking her a little while to get used to the area. I could certainly understand that. This part of Maryland moves at a much slower pace than anywhere else I have ever been. It's not bad but does take a little while getting used to it. Another couple of weeks went by and another call from Judy. "Sam, I know I must be getting to be a real pain in the ass to you always calling for help." "Not at all, you'll just owe me your first born." I joked. "But I'm not even pregnant." She answered. "Well, I can help with that." I said smiling and laughing into the phone. She went into hysterics laughing, "What a quick come-back. I just bet you could." "No, all kidding aside Sam, my washer crapped out and I am having the same problem with credit at the local appliance store as I did with the car dealer. Do you have any of your magic left that will work with them?" "Let me see, you're the girl we hired on a part time basis on trial for a full time position. That's right isn't it?" I quipped. "Has anyone said you are a real ball breaker?" she asked. "No, but I love it when you talk like that. You may visit the store anytime after ten in the morning and pick out the washer you want." "Are you serious? How can you be so sure that they will give me credit after they have already refused me?" "Quit trying to be a detective. Just go pick out what you want. OK?" "Well, thanks again." Once again, I knew the Manager of the place from some fishing trips we had been on together and called him when the store opened in the morning and asked that he give her credit but not to tell her I had called on her behalf. I let few weeks go by before calling her at home. "Judy, I have a problem you might be able to help with. That's if you want to." "Sure Sam, what is it?" "Well, as you know I live alone and have been hearing a number of the guys in the office talk about the great home cooked meals they enjoy in the evening and I am interested in finding an attractive gal who would cook one for me. I have looked all around the Eastern Shore for a good looking gal but have given it up as a lost cause and thought I might as well ask you." I said with all of the smart-ass inflection I could muster in my voice. "You sure are a smooth talker. I would think every gal on the Eastern Shore, good looking or not, would be falling over themselves to cook you a meal with the smooth way you have of stating your case." She responded laughingly. "I would be more than just happy to cook you the meal...I would be thrilled. What is your favorite?" I was going to come up with a smart-ass comment about 'steamed pussy' being my absolute favorite meal but thought better of it. I didn't know her that well YET. So I answered with, "I m not a fussy eater. I'll eat almost anything." I said, milking the double entendre for all it was worth and wondering if I was ever going to be licking up her pussy juices with my tongue. Her chuckle was audible over the phone. She had gotten my meaning. "OK. Let me surprise you." We set the date for that Friday night and I was anxious to say the least. To be on the safe side I brought red and white wines with a bouquet of flowers wondering where the evening would lead. Would this be the night or not? She lived in a new set of condos they had built midway between the office complex and a very nice little shopping mall. I was right on time and when she opened the door I was stunned. She was dressed in nice-at-home casual and she was a knockout. I was like a young kid on his first date ... tongue-tied and bashful. Without the constraints of her business suit it was obvious her breasts loomed larger and her hips more slender than I ever pictured in my imagination. She also moved with a sensual liveliness not apparent in the office. I truly was having a tough time speaking. "C'mon in. Gee, thanks for the flowers, you didn't have to do that. Dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes so make yourself comfortable." I knew EXACTLY where I would like to make myself comfortable...between her legs. Dinner was excellent. The woman can sure cook. Our conversation ranged from company gossip to politics and local happenings. I dragged the story of her marriage out of her and it wasn't pretty. They guy treated her shabbily, humiliating her in front of anyone and everyone when the blame for the problems with the subject under discussion was rightfully his. She finally had enough after close to two years and bailed out. I can honestly say I have never enjoyed an evening more. That first dinner started something big. Over the next month there was hardly a weekend we didn't have some kind of date; movies, dinner, local ball games, Saturdays over in Washington museums and concerts etc., etc. This had all the makings of a real romance, and all without any sex! That had GOT to change. The couple in the condo next to mine invited me over for dinner a week after Judy's home-cooked special and I asked if I could bring a date. They thought I was stupid for asking. They had seen her at my place a few times and just thought it was a foregone conclusion I would bring her. It was fantastic. I had a ball and I am sure Judy did too. We ate, drank and laughed until we were sore. It really was one of those unforgettable nights. I drove her home afterwards and as I was leaving her at her front door leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek saying how much I had enjoyed the evening and how proud I was to have been there with her on my arm. She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes and said rather matter-of-factly, "I have been wondering when you were going to get around to doing that. I was getting the feeling I was the one who would have to break the ice." She then put both hands behind my head and pulled me down to her level for a deep throat kiss that had her tongue tickling my tonsils and me climbing the wall. It had to have lasted a solid four minutes after which I pushed/nudged her to walk backwards so I could close her front door behind me. She then simply hung back in my arms and stared up at me saying, "I have been wanting to do that since the very first day I arranged for you to bump into me in the office. She saw the startled look on my face and said, "You didn't really think that collision was an accident did you?" I saw you coming down the corridor and timed my departure from my cubicle perfectly." I roared saying, "You little witch..and here I was deluding myself into thinking it was me chasing you all this time." "Nah, I saw you walking through the building several times and asked everyone who you were and if you were married etc., etc. You know, just qualifying the merchandise." "I ought to put you across my knee and spank you." I joked. "That might be fun if I knew what was coming afterwards." She answered lowering her face a little and batting her eyelids theatrically. I leaned forward and picked her up and carried her back into the living room. As I bumped into an easy chair she said, "To the right and left when you hit the wall." Damn, she was directing me to the bedroom. I pushed open the door to it with my foot and walked over the side of what appeared to be a king-size bed. I lowered her to the floor and she turned again and kissed me long and deep. By then I was as hard as a board and she knew it. She pushed back saying, "Hold it right there, I'll be right back." With that she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took the opportunity to strip and pile my clothes on an easy chair in the corner. It was a few minutes before she opened the bathroom door to return. She was backlit with the bathroom light and obviously nude. She turned slightly to one side as she walked around a small dresser table only to hear my, 'Holy shit.' Her breasts were enormous and she had let her hair out of the ponytail and it hung almost to the top of her shoulders. As she approached me the light from the living room lit her face and she was stunning. Whew, she was taking my breath away. "Sam, I hope you aren't expecting an experienced lover. I was a virgin when I got married and he was almost a preacher. We didn't do anything except the one way and that wasn't very often." She confessed. "Judy, just let it go. Let's act as if this is the first time for both of us and we can explore each other at will. OK?" I suggested. "OK" as she slipped into my arms. I leaned down to kiss her and she could feel my erection trying to poke a hole in her stomach. No problem, she would get used to that feeling or it was going to be a very short night. During my kiss I let one hand drop down to her chest and cupped one of her tits. After holding it for a minute I let my fingers wander up the side of it to the nipple where I started a very light massage. Nothing heavy, just very lightly. Our kiss was lingering a bit longer than I thought it would but I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled her down with me. As she came down to the level of the bed I leaned back and she was soon on top of me with her breasts pressed against my chest. She had her hands bracketing my face as she continued our long and deep kiss. I let my hands start to wander down to her waist and then further to cup her ass. She seemed to like that as I could feel her ass squirm under my touch. I then pushed her off to my side where I could get my hand free to play with her pussy. I soon had one hand searching out her clit and had begun to slide my fingers up and down the sides of it. She was lying on her back while I was doing this and I looked over at her when I started to hear a low air intake from her. She had her mouth closed with her lips just pursed ever so slightly. It was the intake of her breath coming in thru those pursed lips I was hearing. She also had her teeth clenched and was exhaling thru them making a sound similar to one of exasperation. No question, the woman was getting aroused. My lips had grasped one of her nipples while my fingers were busy on her pussy. I had put three of them together and started to enter her pussy with them grouped together that way. This caused a sharp intake of air and she dropped a hand down to lay on the back of my hand and pushed ever so lightly in helping those fingers do their thing. I moved them a little in a finger fuck movement but didn't want to bring her to an orgasm with my hand...I had a cock for that. It wasn't long before I felt her hand on my scrotum. She was cupping my ball sack with one hand and she had taken her other off the back of mine that was finger fucking her and had shifted that hand to ride the shaft of my cock up and down. She wasn't jacking me off exactly but just sliding her hand on my shaft. Now it was my turn for deep intakes of breath. Her touch was so light it could have been a feather floating against me. She moved her face from up near mine down towards my crotch. She stopped part way to kiss MY nipples. Wow, I don't ever remember a woman doing that to me before and I liked it. In addition to kissing my nipples she let her tongue caress them. This was getting big time wonderful. It wasn't much longer before she had her fingernails tracing the veins in my cock and her other hand surrounding its knob. Unless I did something different in the next few minutes I would be shooting my load all over her face and I really wanted to unload up her pussy. "Judy, come up here" I said softly as I gently pulled her up on the bed. When we were face to face I reached over and lifted her over on top of me. She knew exactly what I wanted. She soon had her tits dangling in my face and the lips of her pussy just barely touching the head of my cock. I reached under her chin, cupping it in the palm of my hand and gave her a huge kiss on her mouth just before I dropped my lips to her nipples. I followed her earlier example and kissed her nipples followed by my tongue softly caressing them. I then lifted her bodily to where her pussy was in direct line with the head of my cock before slowly lowering her on me. I guess my cock is just of average length. It certainly is not one of those AOL giants written about in some of the chat rooms. But, it seems to get the job done and I never have had any gals complain about its size. She was soon lowering herself on my erect dick and it wasn't long before she had it buried. She then just sat there looking down at me and smiled. "What the hell are you smiling about?" I asked. "You will never know just how long I have wanted for this to happen and here it is," she replied. I reached behind her and gave the cheeks of her ass a gentle squeeze before answering, "Judy, I have wanted this from the first day I saw you prancing through the company cafeteria. These big tits of yours, and with that I moved my hands to give them each a light squeeze, were bouncing in time with the music playing over the lunch room music. I couldn't take my eyes off them." I said laughingly. "Well, now that we are both here why don't we just fuck?" She asked humorously. I almost shit laughing and instantly lost my hard on. She followed my outburst with her own laughter and just fell forward on top of me where we once again kissed. "Hey, I know this isn't the normal but we aren't normal either so why don't I get a couple of glasses of wine and we can just lay here and talk awhile before I rape you?" She sort of suggested. Office Romance "Great, it will prolong what we've been enjoying up to now." I gave her a little slap on the ass as she started a roll off me. We lay there talking and sipping the wine and just getting entwined in each other for I don't know how long. Our kisses ranged all over each other's body, as did the exploration of our fingers. At one point she was on the bed beside me and reached over to put her glass on the bedside table which put her in a position where her ass was pushing backwards at me. I became hard almost instantly. I reached over and took a hip in each hand and pulled her back to me. She reached behind herself and guided my cock into her pussy and it was soon buried again and it felt terrific. I could feel the walls of her vagina grab the head of my cock as I started to move in and out. She was pushing herself back at me so I let go of her hips and moved my hands up to hold her tits. I could feel the nipples had gotten as hard as my cock and I let a few fingers roam all around them. She must have had her lips pursed and her teeth clenched again because I could once again hear the sharp intake and exhalation of her breath. She then started to through herself back at me as hard as she could and I once again dropped my hands to her hips and pulled myself even deeper into her. Her breaths were coming faster than ever and I could feel her heart beats through the walls of her pussy and it was obvious she was more than just a little excited....she was ready to explode. I then started long slow and deep penetrations of her while holding her hips and pulling her back to me. She somehow reached back to me through her legs and was caressing my balls. Talk about exploding. I didn't stop cumming for quite some time during which she joined me with an animal-like howl. She not only was throwing her ass back to me, she was twisting her hips from side to side and pulling my hands off her hips and up to her breasts. Whew. I know it sounds corny but I never had a better piece of ass. We again lay there talking and softly caressing each other while we came down from our orgasms when she said, "Sam, you must think I am some kind of slut the way I just acted but I honestly am not one. I think I told you I was a virgin when I got married and he was the only man I ever had up until you." "Honey, not at all and I want you to act exactly like this every time we are together. It was the most honest feeling of sexual arousal I ever had. I can't possibly imagine anything better." She then turned and nuzzled her face against my neck. "Sam, I hate to say this now but with as close as we have been and all of the fun we have had together over the last several months without sex and now that this went so damned well, this could get serious for me very quickly." "Honey, I could say the same thing but I think we would both be better off if we made certain our feelings aren't being controlled by our sexual hunger for each other." I replied. "Yeah, you're right. Let's hit the shower." She suggested. By the time I had soaped her up and she had done the same for me my cock was back in action looking for some attention. "Let's get out of here and back to the bedroom. I have more to talk to you about." I half ordered. By the time we were back in the bedroom my hard on had softened a good bit but I knew it would come back to life with the very least little bit of encouragement. I stopped at the side of the bed and pulled her to me. I lowered my mouth to hers giving her another warm and loving kiss. All of a sudden I could feel her hands on my cock. She had both hands in front of her with each of them either cupping my balls or just holding onto my shaft. There wasn't much motion but the feeling went right down to my toes and up to the top of my head. I lay back on the bed and pulled her down with me. I pulled her higher up in the bed and dropped my head down to lick her nipples. From there I licked her stomach all the way to the top of her pussy lips and had a hand searching out her clit. As I found it I lowered my face so that it was lined up with her pussy lips and my tongue was going to be able to do a number on her clit when I heard, "STOP. I don't want you to do that," from her. "What's the matter honey. I'll be gentle." "No, that's not it. I will love what you are going to do to me but I won't be able to do the same back to you." She announced. "No problem Judy. As long as you enjoy it I want to do it for you." And I moved my mouth back to where it was. True to my word I was as gentle and tender as I could be. It didn't take much encouragement from my tongue before her clit was standing proud. By then I had put three fingers tightly together and lined up my hand to finger fuck her while I was taking care of her clit with my tongue. I slipped them into her as gently as I could and her ass began to squirm. She had put a hand at the back of my neck and was pulling my face deeper into her as my fingers reached in her pussy as far as then could go. I then spread them wide inside of her and twirled my hand around. It didn't take much of that before she was throwing her hips in the air and clenching her teeth and making those audible breathing sounds I came to love. "Sam, for Gods sake don't stop. I am going to explode." She shouted. Explode she did. She threw her ass from side to side and then up and down all the while tying to hold my face in her pussy. That was a losing battle with her wild motions but my fingers stayed buried and working feverishly to keep her orgasm going. She finally flung her self back on the bed, put her forearm across her face and then started to take deep slow breaths to bring her breathing back down to normal. When she could catch her breath again she opened her eyes and smiled and then clamped her arms around me and just held me tight. It was my turn to start some irregular breathing. "Sam, please don't be upset with me." She pleaded. "Why the hell would I be upset with you?" I asked. "Because I can't do for you what you did for me with your mouth." "Well, it would have been tough for you to eat my pussy now wouldn't it?" I laughed. "Oh shit, don't be an ass. You know what I mean." "Judy, I'm not too upset but am wondering what made you feel that way." "Before I was married I read every book on sex I could. Hell, I got them from all over the world and one thing they all agreed on was that men like to have a woman 'suck them off'. Or at least that was the general consensus was of how to describe it. There were all kinds of other names for it but 'Oral Sex' was the primary subject." She said. "So, that's probably very true." I answered. "Well, I hope you don't get bent out of shape by me talking about what I did with my ex but a few nights after our wedding night I thought I would try it. I got the head of him in my mouth and then he jammed it down my throat. It turned my stomach so much I threw up all over him and the bed and swore I would never do that again." "I laughingly said, "I'll bet he never asked you to either." She jabbed me in the ribs saying, "That's why I like you so much. I can talk to you about anything." "C'mere and give me a kiss." When she got up higher in the bed I had her lying on her back and I rolled on top of her holding my weight up on my forearms and off of her. My cock was hard as a board again and I reached down and positioned it in front of her pussy lips. I then reached under her legs and lifted them up on my shoulders and slid my cock into her in one smooth motion. Her gasp could have been heard a few condos down. I started long slow penetrating thrusts and it wasn't very long before I was gasping as well. She has the tightest pussy I ever felt and every time we fucked I have been able to feel her heart beats in my cock as it picked them up through her vaginal muscles. Just feeling those never failed to turn me on even more. She had been lying sort of quietly before she started to twist and twirl her ass around. She then reached up and was holding my face with each of her hands and then pulled my face down to meet hers that she had raised to meet mine. Our kiss was hot and passionate before we each erupted. "Honey, that was great. Some time from now I am going to teach you how to 'suck me off' without getting sick. OK?" "I would love to please you however I can." She answered. Everything went well between us for the next several weeks. We were back in the same routine of, movies, dinners out, trips over to DC, a few clubs and of course we now also had sex to look forward to. Things couldn't have been better. It was time to give her the next class of sex education...namely blow jobs. We got home early from the movies and for once hadn't stopped off for any drinks. This was going to be perfect. I suggested we shower when we got back to my place before bedtime. I was out of the bathroom first and lying on the bed when she came prancing out towards me. "Judy, did I ever tell you you have lovely tits and a tight sweet pussy? If not, let me rectify that mistake right now." "Yes you did, I hundred times. Sam, I will never understand why you haven't been married so far." She then put on her cute and sarcastic face saying, 'Hell, you aren't half bad looking, you can eat without slobbering your food, you can ever put a sentence together without getting all tongue-tied. What's been wrong?" "I guess I never found a girl with big tits and a tight pussy who could cook." I joked. 'Whoa, does that mean what I think it means?" she asked eagerly. "Oh, I forgot to add one who could also suck my dick." I threw in. "Well, I have three out of four locked and am willing to work on the last one." She said with a laugh in her voice. "C'mere big tits," and I pulled her to me on the bed. "Yassa Massa, whatever are u goin to do with lil ole me?" Once again she had me laughing so hard my cock got soft. C'mere wench." And I pulled her head to my lap. "Judy, we are going to go very slowly with this. Since my dick is now soft I want you to hold my balls in one hand and lick up and down my shaft while flicking your tongue all around the head of it." So far so good. She had me hard in a minute. "Now, while you are holding my shaft with one hand, I want you to take just the head of me in your mouth." I instructed. "Now lick and kiss the head of it and let the very tip of your tongue go in the slit at the end of it." "Yes honey, that's perfect." She was learning fast. "Now, I want you to take a few inches of me in your mouth and then slide your mouth up and down on it." She was taking about three inches in her mouth including the head, which wasn't bad for a first time. "Judy, I am not going to push myself into you. It will be entirely up to you how much of me you can take without gagging?" With that question she nodded her head 'yes'. "Damn, you have a sweet mouth." She still had one hand on my shaft and was riding it in sync with the movement of her mouth. Whew, this was felling awesome but there was a problem that was going to appear in a moment or two that I hadn't addressed. Do I cum in her mouth or pull out and let her jack me off? I opted to pull out. We could always go for her taking it in her mouth at another time. I didn't want to run the risk of ruining this one. When I felt the warmth climbing up my balls I waited another minute and told her to take it out of her mouth and then I wanted her to jack me off. She looked up at me from around my dick and did what I asked. A minute later she had me shooting all over her hands, face, and my stomach. Damn, I could have just as easily shot in her mouth. She looked at me with cum juices dripping down her cheeks and onto her lips where she put her tongue out and licked it off as she was smiling a huge ear to ear grin. "All the time I was doing that to you I was wondering what we would do when you were going to have your orgasm. The books I read all talked about the girl either letting the man shoot in her mouth and then swallowing it or spitting it out or removing her mouth from his cock when he was going to cum and jacking him off. When you told me to remove my mouth I knew what you had chosen but I still wanted to get closer to the action so that is why I made you shoot all over me. The next time I want you to shoot in my mouth and down my throat. OK?" "OK sweet thing. Let me say one thing, you are a pretty good 'cock sucker' regardless of what your ex husband says." "Damnit, that's not funny at all. If that is going to be your sense of humor about it we can just forget about ever doing it again." She was more than just a little angry with that outburst "Honey, you're right. That was tasteless and way out of line and I hope you will accept my apology. I am very sorry and you can depend on me never teasing like that again." I really was upset with myself joking like that; she certainly didn't deserve it. "C'mere" I said as I pulled her over to me. I lifted her chin up and kissed her gently and said, " Honey, I really am sorry. Please forgive me." She nodded 'yes' and buried her tongue in my mouth. After my stupid attempt at humor we just lay in each other's arms until sleep overcame us. The problem of the previous night was forgotten in the morning as we went about our daily routines. Life went on for us pretty much as it had for the next several months. I never thought sex could be so great or memorable. I had a tough time going to work many mornings knowing the sexpot I was leaving behind me in our nice warm bed. There were many times she would throw the covers off her beautiful warm and voluptuous body and entice me back to her waiting arms. I never failed to accommodate her. If life is going to get any better than this I hope it hurries up and shows itself. This one is far better than I ever dreamed of. I'll keep you posted. Office Romance Michael had always been a loner. He was the definition of tall dark and handsome. His rugged features always lead women to be curious about him every time he walked into a room. His brown hair brushed the tops of his shoulders and his deep smoky colored eyes seemed to burn into a person. He had a fairly nice body with a bit of a stomach. He always wondered why he could never find the right woman or for that matter even a date. At work one day his co-worker Sara, brushed up against him closely. He gasped in slight surprise as her full breasts pushed against his chest. And when she bent to pick up the papers she'd been carrying that scattered on the floor he could see down her shirt a little bit. She smoothed her skirt standing up and apologized to him for not watching where she was going. He smiled and waved it off as nothing. When he got to his desk he shifted uncomfortably as his cock started to throb and pulse. Sara had always been a looker. Her long blond locks curling up and leading down to her bra strap in the back. Those mischievious baby blue eyes and a smile that could light up NY. Her body wasn't that bad either. She was a regular Venus de Milo, with curves that never stopped. He wondered to himself what sort of lingerie she wore. Her perfume already drove him crazy. It was light and fruity. He hoped to get closer to her. Sara let out a sigh as she sat back at her desk. Glancing back a couple of times to look at Micheal. He never said much to her but she would always catch him glancing at her. She scooted her chair back up to her seat and felt the silk of her panties slide against her smooth shaven sex. "Oh gawd", she thought, "was this how his tongue would feel as smooth as silk?" She felt her sex seep a small amount of her arousalment. How could she find out. She decided that she would take the first step and ask him out for a date. She had a rule about not dating co-workers. That was usually just something she used as an excuse to tell the slime balls that asked her out at work. Micheal was different then all the others. She jotted down a note on a piece of paper hurriedly. Micheal, Meet me at the bar on the corner of Lovers and Greenville for drinks. I'll be wearing red. I'll see you at seven. Be there. Sara Then she casually walked over to the water cooler and poured herself a drink and dropped the note off on Michael's desk. He smiled at her and watched her walk back to her desk with the glass of water. Picking up the note Micheal smiled and picked up his phone dialing her extension. Yes was the only word he spoke and he set it back down again. He felt a small jolt of electricity flow from head to toe as he watched her work from time to time. He noticed one moment in particular when she bent down to pick up a pen she'd drop and her skirt slid up to reveal a clasp of her garter belt. He felt his cock harden again and decided to get back to work or he'd have to go to the bathroom and relieve himself before he stood up again. Sara drove home hurriedly. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She'd never been that bold before. Absentmindedly she rubbed her nipple. She dashed into her apartment, glancing at her watch...it was 5:30. She had an hour to get dressed and thirty minutes to get to the bar. She slided out of her prim business suit, tossing it on the chair in her bedroom. Shinnying out of her bra and panties and garter belt and sliding down her stockings. Momentarily she sunk two fingers inside of her sex up to the knuckles and stroked herself. Moaning softly she moved underneath the shower nozzle and began to wash herself. Adding some bath gel to her sponge and inhaling the sweet smell of the strawberries. He smelled exotic. A bit like the sage her friend Bridgett was always burning to smudge her house. Rinsing off she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. Then looked into her closet to try and decide what to wear. It wasn't difficult. She had a lot of clothes perfect for a night out. She wore a bright cherry red top and some jean shorts. The bodice clung to her chest and there was certainly no need to wear a bra with it. She smiled to herself as she slid into the jean shorts. She decided not to wear panties. Then she grabbed her purse and keys and locked her door and made a mad dash to her car. Micheal had gotten stuck in traffic on the way home from the office and he saw the exit sign for Lovers and decided to go to the bar. He'd already been sitting in traffic for an hour. It was a nice place, not at all dark and sleazy. It even served food. He decided to order them both a good philly cheese steak and fries and waited for her arrival. Wisely he remembered to tell the waiter to hold the onions, he was fixing to be on a date. Ordering himself a Shiner Bauch he sat back and drank his beer watching the television above the bar. The news came on and showed the traffic jam he'd just been in and he exhaled a sigh of relief that he wasn't in it anymore. Dallas freeways are always rough when time to get off and especially on Fridays. He hoped she wouldn't get caught in it. Just as she was walking in the door. The food he'd ordered arrived at the table. He smiled as she walked towards him watching her hair and breasts move with each step. "I hope you don't mind I ordered for us, just in case you got stuck in traffic". She smiled and looked down at the food. "No problem, thanks I love a good cheese steak." He smiled and thought to himself my kind of girl. She was glad she'd dressed a little casual. They sat and small talked a little while they were eating. Both of them very impressed with the others manners since cheese steak isn't the easiest of foods to eat with the best manners. She began to wonder why this man was still single. He was such a good conversationalist. He had a wonderful sense of humor and a rather nice body. He felt her foot in his lap suddenly. She started teasingly rubbing it against his cock and he became rigid instantly. The soft material of his slacks caressing and rubbing with the urgent prodding and stroking of her foot. He moaned softly but no one in the restaurant heard it except for Sara. He inhaled her soft scent of strawberries. They were still sipping their beers. All the time he was thinking how am I ever going to stand up with this hard on. He started to notice Sara sliding closer to him in the curved booth. Suddenly he felt the button and zipper of his pants being pulled down and his hard cock being pulled out. He gulped. She started to give him the most incredible hand job he'd ever had in her life. Her long slender fingers beginning by wrapping around the base of his cock and slowly slithering up the top. He could feel his full balls start to ache as she moved her hand down to cup and pull his sac softly. He'd never expected anything like this to happen. Slowly she started to stroke a bit firmer. Rubbing her fingertips over the tip of his cock. He was nearly jumping out of his skin by this moment. He had to keep talking as the waiter came by to refill their drinks and he watched her calmly take a couple sips of her beer. She increased the strokes. He was so surprised her hands were so strong. He could feel the urge and the ache to burst rising up inside of him. Oooooooooo Gawd he thought to himself I'm going to explode. He sighed and felt his eyes roll back. His voice suddenly took more of a longing urge to it as he started pleading with his eyes to her for release. She smiled and slid her half-full glass of beer underneath the table. He closed his eyes and exploded. Feeling her strong strokes pull forth his load. She skillfully caught ever splash in her beer glass. He opened his eyes to see her licking her fingertips and drinking down her cum topped beer in several gulps. She smiled at him slyly licking her lips. He began to thank her but he started to stutter a little. "Perhaps you'd like to come to my place so I can return the favor," he offered. She smiled and nodded. Office romance It all started with a drink. I'm not usually one of those girls who are anyone's after a couple of chardonnays, but this evening was different. And I'm glad I binned my prim and proper image for an evening – look where it's got me. We were going out to celebrate a colleague's birthday. It was nothing special, just people from work. I bought my friend a birthday cocktail, and had a glass of wine to keep her company. Then one of the blokes bought us both a drink – the second one of the evening, the one I hadn't meant to have – and I felt my barriers starting to drop. As we moved on to the restaurant, I shyly took the second-drink-guy's arm to steady me. I was hungry and the wine had gone to my head a bit. I knew I'd be fine when I got something to eat, though. I hoped he didn't mind me leaning on him. When we arrived the drink guy, Harry, shuffled into the seat next to me. Having settled on my starter and main, I laid down the menu and made my first proper appraisal of him. Tall and with dark, slightly spiky hair, he was not my usual type. Not my type, in the sense that I was usually too intimidated by such good looks to approach a man that looked this hot. Some people call it low self-esteem, I call it self-preservation – knock backs are not good for a fragile girly ego. But this one seemed different. Maybe it was because I was just being myself and too busy to be shy or stand-offish, but as he made conversation and told a few silly jokes, Harry seemed genuinely interested in me. It was so difficult having the meal while sitting next to him. When I fancy men I find it really hard to eat in front of them. Not only do I become incredibly self-conscious of every mouthful, but I become nervous to the point of nausea. So for one of the few times in my life, I didn't even look at the dessert menu. So the meagre meal I ate didn't really soak up the alcohol, and it didn't help that I was drinking more wine as I compensated for not eating. I was getting much tipsier that I anticipated. Usually I'm such a sensible person at work, and I think my colleagues were quite amused when I finally let my hair down. Harry on the other hand was less amused than aroused. When his hand wandered on to my thigh, a thrill ran right up my leg and straight to my groin; I couldn't believe he was doing it. It wasn't just the physical sensation, but the intellectual one of believing he was so far out of my league, that was such a turn on. We left the restaurant in a gaggle. I don't remember paying the bill, though we must have. Harry's arm was round me, guiding me into a nearby bar where the last remnant of the evening group was gathered. As I sat on a bar stool he was behind me, hands round my waist, discreetly stroking my back and caressing my hair. At last he whispered in my ear, "I can't stand this much longer. I want to take you home." I felt my heart race and my cheeks flush as I thought about what was going to happen. Before I had a chance to think too much, however, he had taken my hand. He said goodnight to the others, telling them he was taking me to the taxi rank, and led me out of the bar. We walked back to his flat through the cool summer evening. It was only a short walk and there wasn't much need to talk. We paused once, by the edge of a park, when he spun me around to face him and kissed me gently on the lips. My knees buckled and I knew this evening could only end one way. When we arrived at his home, Harry let us in and led me up the stairs to his small lounge. He offered me a drink but I declined, too turned on to think of anything other than getting his clothes off and having him take me as soon as possible. But he seemed more reluctant now we were back on his territory, more tentative in his movements towards me. "What's the matter?" I asked, with the courage lent by a pair of vodka and lemonades. "I'm just a bit worried," he said. "That maybe you'll regret this in the morning." He looked up at me through soft, long eyelashes and I couldn't help but smile. "No way," I said. Drawing him close, I began to unbutton his shirt, and run my hands up his smooth, taut torso. He moaned with pleasure and began to undress me, slipping my dress over my shoulders and unfastening my bra. With strong arms he pressed me backwards into his bedroom, forced me on to the bed and rained a hundred kisses on my stomach, working his way downwards until he reached my small white knickers. Looking me up and staring me in the eyes as he did so, he pulled them down and bent again to kiss between my legs and slowly start to lick me. His tongue was strong and firm and as his lips moved against my clit I had to lay back and give in to his rhythm. Before long he began to concentrate on my clit more intensely with his tongue, and then he slipped two fingers inside me and began to rock them back and forth, massaging my g spot until I came with loud moans. It seemed like hours I was lying there in a state of pure arousal, but after I came I awoke from my trance and pushed him off me, so that he was now lying on the bed. I pulled his jeans down past his huge erection and carefully removed his underwear. I got down on my knees by the side of the bed and start to kiss and lick his cock. I moved my tongue up and down and slipped it underneath his foreskin making him gasp, then put my whole mouth over his head and slowly began to lower myself down onto him. His cock was so big that it was tricky at first but eventually I held the whole thing in my mouth, pressing him against the back of my throat and slipping the base back and forth past my lips. Eventually he had enough and, about to come, asked me to stop so he could fuck me properly. And he did. He bent me over the bed and slipped his erection inside my hot wet pussy, filling me with easy strokes and making me gasp with each movement. Grabbing my hair masterfully with one hand and my hip with the other, he rode me hard, and I could feel my orgasm building again. Slowing his pace, he let go of my hair and slipped his hand to my clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. I couldn't help but come, in powerful waves, and then I felt his hot cum spurting inside me and he let out a deep, satisfied groan. Later, we lay on the bed in each other's arms and he fell asleep as he held me. Later still, although I wanted to stay and enjoy our mutual satiation, I slipped from the room and called a taxi home. There was work tomorrow and my sensible side was starting to arise from the drink-induced slut I had been for the evening. *** So this morning here I am at my desk. My hair is perfectly coiffed, my lipstick painstakingly applied. Despite my hangover, I have written an extensive task list for the team and I intend it all to be done. I am back to myself – in control of myself, in command of my team, and in work mode. Shaking off the clinging memories of last night, I call my new assistant, who's only been here a week, over to my desk. "You can start with making me a coffee," I say. "Yes boss," replies Harry. But for some reason I don't think he's taking me too seriously today. Office Romance Ch. 02 (As requested, here's part two. Do enjoy, I hope this posts as several pages, but if not I do apologize for it seems I am still working on grasping how to make this technique occur.) * Mike followed her out of the restaurant. He loved the way that Sara swayed her hips as she walked. It was so enticing and it made him want to follow her even more. Her hips seemed to sway to the beat of a song, a tango perhaps. Everything about her just seemed to ooze sensuality. He could tell that he wasn't the only feeling the hypnotic effects she gave off. A man entering the restaurant held the door for both of them as she went to open it. He even held it for Mike as he walked out following her and the man's gaze followed Sara as she sashayed out to the parking lot. Mike told her to follow him to his house. He had a Cheshire cat type grin as he mentioned something about having to make a quick stop on his way home. She watched him slip into his 1973 Mustang convertible. It was the same color as her top, cherry red. Now under most circumstances she wouldn't have even noticed something like a guy's car. But this time it just made him more of a mystery that she had to further research. She would have never picked him out to be one of the hotrod types. Sara also had a convertible, she had a 1973 ice blue Volkswagen beetle. Her father was a mechanic and had instilled in her an appreciation for classic cars. She pampered her car. It was evident that Mike felt the same way about his car. She could see it shine in the sun as she followed him. He pulled into the Whole Foods and Sara parked right next to him. She rolled down her window and he told her to wait for him while he ran into the store for a few things he needed. She laughed and watched him walk into the store her eyes trained on his ass the whole way. She sat in her car listening to the radio thinking of the things that he might do to her soon. Mike's first stop was to the florist department. He got a bouquet of a dozen yellow roses. He put the bouquet in his basket and picked up a box of strawberries from the fruit section and a bag of red apples. He also purchased a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bottle of caramel syrup. He also bought a bottle of fine champagne. He glanced at his watch standing in line and tried to get the cashier to hurry as his purchases were bagged. He smiled as he carried the bags of groceries and the bouquet out to the car. He flourished the bouquet in Sara's direction, presenting it to her as if he were a magician. She was very surprised by his gesture. He opened his car and put the bags in the passenger seat. Then he fired up his engine and backed out. Mike led the way to his place as Sara followed him. He just adored Sara's bug. It was so cute. They both had their tops down with the wind blowing through their hair. He never thought she knew anything about cars. He hadn't written her off as a dumb blonde, but certainly didn't realize she was a car person. Once they parked in the parking lot in front of his condominium, Sara got out of her car and walked to Mike's car. She offered to carry a bag of groceries in for him. She had the bouquet and her purse in one hand. Mike smiled and gave her the bag of chocolate and caramel syrup to carry. He opened the door and she followed him inside. "This is it, home sweet home," Mike told her. The kitchen was large, spacious, and newly furnished. It seemed like it got lots of use. Sara loved the kitchen. Something about a kitchen can give you insight to a person. He got a vase out of the pantry in the kitchen and poured water in it and Sara handed him the flowers. He cut them under the cold water and poured a package of flower fresh inside. "My! You're full of surprises today," Sara exclaimed. She started to arrange the flowers as Mike started to take the stems off of the strawberries after he rinsed them. He scooted over and gave Sara some room and a knife and watched her slice the apples. He got two bowls and filled one with the chocolate and the other with caramel. He drizzled some chocolate onto his index finger and playfully offered it to Sara. Sara flicked her tongue out and wrapped it around his finger. He knew that he wanted to try that tongue out definitely. Her mouth was so hot and wet. It made his cock hard already having his finger in her mouth. He couldn't wait to feel it wrapped around his cock. He gave her the grand tour of his condominium. It was awfully elegant. It sure surpassed Sara's expectations. The dining room had a lovely walnut table and chairs seating seven. There was a lovely crystal chandelier lighting the dining room. His living room had a black leather sofa and love seat with two leather ottomans and there was a big screen flat plasma television hanging on the wall opposite and a sound system in a cabinet underneath. The coffee table had several remote controls on it. He liked electronics it seemed. She could also tell that he was very detail oriented. She turned the radio on and started to do a strip tease for him. She shimmied out of her shorts. She grasped her shorts in her toes and then tossed it onto the coffee table with some skill. Sara was only dressed in her cherry red top now. She scampered out of the living room and her laughter echoed down the hallway. She was going to figure out where the bedroom was. He took off down the hall following her. She figured it had to be behind one of these doors. She opened the closet door to discover and washer and dryer. Then she opened the spare bedroom and found a bowflex workout machine and a punching bag and a small alter with a few katana blades on it and some other oriental looking weaponry on it. She turned to face him her interest definitely peaked in what she had found. "Oh so you work out do you now?," she asked her eyebrows raised slightly. He nodded and took her hand and guided her to the bedroom. "I think this is what you were looking for honey," he intoned. She took a quick glance inside as the door swung open. Inside was a large four poster bed, it was giant, California king size, she suspected. There were two bedside tables and another large flat screen on the wall the bed was facing and another entertainment center. She could also see the master bathroom, at least the gigantic sunken tub with spigots shaped like swans. This wasn't what she expected, not at all. She slithered onto the satin sheets crawling to the front of the bed. Then she turned and sat indian style facing him. She curled her finger in that come- hither motion and patted the bed beside her. "C'mere Tiger," she said in a husky sexy voice. He smiled and stripped down to his boxer shorts. He slipped onto the bed barely making a sound. He slid both of his hands under her shirt. His palms cupped her breasts. He felt them in his hands. He was methodical it was almost like he was weighing them. She looked up at him her eyes filled with desire. The fleshy pads of his thumbs began to strum over her nipples. Then in one swift move he stripped her of her top. He lit a candle that was on the bedside table. Then he bent his head down and started to suckle her right nipple. His teeth nipped at her and she groaned softly. He bent his head and suckled and nipped at her left nipple. They were soon both as hard as erasers. She sighed with pleasure. He then took the candle and poured a bit of wax over each nipple, making a wax cap for each one of them. She gasped and squirmed at the feel of the hot wax. It aroused her and made her blood boil even more. The candle then dripped down her stomach. It made a small lake in her belly button as it dripped over her soft curves. He slowly dripped little rivulets down her thighs. She yelped playfully, "Oh stop stop, don't burn the kitty!" He roared a feral growl and his head slipped in between her legs as his body moved down the bed. His fingers kneaded the flesh of her thighs like soft pliable dough. His hands spread her thighs and he patted his shoulders. She obliged and placed her thighs one on each shoulder. She spread herself open to him like a flower. Opening like the roses that he had presented her with earlier. His fingers traced her outer lips. His tongue then began to trace those lips. He could already taste her on his lips. He placed his face against her for a moment and inhaled. He deeply inhaled her musky scent. He brushed his nose up against her clit. She could feel it slip from it's hiding place. His lips started to gently kiss and caress it. He gently clasped her clit in between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. He placed two fingers inside of her. She could hear how wet she was when he pushed them inside of her. He began to imitate the come hither motion that she gave him earlier. He pushed his fingers deep inside of her and his tongue started to draw the alphabet over her clit. He took his time slowly drawing each letter over her soft rose bud. It made her quiver in delight. She just began to stream out her pleasure over his face. It took him off guard for a moment. Then he started to drink her like a bee drinking nectar from a flower. Her thighs quivered and shook as he continued to lick her. She just kept calling out his name, over and over. "Mike, Mike, Please fuck me, oh Please put yourself inside of me!" He chided her playfully, "I'll do that once you get on your hands and knees my dear." That was all it took for Sara to assume the position. She immediately followed his request and pushed her ass up in the air as Mike pushed a pillow under her abdomen. He pushed the full hilt of his sword into her wet cavern. She pushed back against him with each stroke. He savored the feeling of being inside her. He had wanted to do this with her since the first time he'd laid eyes on her. He playfully gave her bottom a few smacks as he drove himself into her. Each time he pushed himself inside of her she seemed to tighten more. "Sara, oh yes you little slut, milk me, drain me, that's it, cum for me," he encouraged her. He reached around and began to rub her clit. She ground against him urging him on. He turned her over in one smooth movement while still inside of her. Now he was on top of her and looking down into her eyes. "I want to see the look in your eyes as you orgasm." She grinned and traced the curves of her body as her fingers took the place of his. She rubbed and stroked at her clit. She felt such intense pleasure just course through her body. "I want to sample all of your pleasures, sweetness," he exclaimed. Sara smiled to herself. "You want my ass don't you?" She playfully pushed him off of her and then got back on her hands and knees. She pushed her ass up in the air and wiggled it back and forth. "Come and take it then Mikey," was her response. He took out a bottle of astroglide the drawer of his bedside table and dripped it over her puckered asshole. This is definitely what he had dreamed about. He started to push himself into her ass. For a moment he had to stop because he felt he would cum that instant. He took a deep breath and then finished pushing his entire length into her ass. Good lord, no woman had ever been able to fit his entire length inside of her. He reached over and strummed her clit like he was playing a guitar. He felt her gush into the palm of his hand. He started to pummel her ass over and over. He began to feel a bit of sweat trickle from his brow. He just could no longer stand it. "Oh Sara, Cum with me now," he groaned. With those words he spurted his seed deep inside of her ass. He felt her gush puddle after puddle into his palm as he continued to strum on her clit. Then he collapsed alongside of her. She turned to him and gave him a soft tender kiss on the mouth. She then whispered to him "I'm glad I made the first move."