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Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 01

By: ChaseBloodworth



A few years ago, I joined a software start-up as a sales representative in their Charlotte office. The company was headquartered in Silicon Valley. It was considered by the industry as an ideal place to be at that moment due to the rumors that we would become an acquisition target by one of the giant software firms in the next 12 to 18 months.

All of my interviews took place at the company HQ on the same day. They flew me out to the West coast as the result of strong phone interviews and personal recommendations. I would meet with the head of HR, the VP of Sales, and the CEO all in one day. Although nerve-wracking for me, it was the most convenient way to schedule this for everyone involved. The interviews went well and I received a generous job offer.

Three weeks later, I was ready to start my first day on the new job. My manager, who lived in Chicago, indicated that I should ask for Mary Lynn when I arrived. The Charlotte office was actually an executive office suite that had a common reception area and shared admin staff for the several firms who rented offices there. Mary Lynn was the receptionist for the entire shared office suite. She was absolutely stunning. Dark brown hair, light suntan, hard, hard, hard body and a great smile. She dressed in a completely professional manner, with an expensive looking silk blouse and a tight skirt. The skirt definitely showed off her figure, but it was business-appropriate with a hemline a few inches above her knees. 

Mary Lynn was obviously making a real effort to keep it all under wraps. With her body, it was a losing battle. It would simply be impossible for her to dress demurely enough to deflect attention. She was nice, but not flirty. Selfishly, my initial thought was that maybe we could be successful in growing the business in the region to the point where we needed our own office - and we would take Mary Lynn with us. 

With Mary Lynn standing only a feet away from me, I caught a whiff of her perfume. The scent launched me into a quick mini-fantasy of her serving as my administrative assistant. In my mind, she was always bending over in my office to pick up files, pens, paperclips, whatever. Mary Lynn broke my daydream by reaching out her hand to point towards the shared conference room. 

While we were looking the room over, I had another vivid mental image pop into my head. Without asking, I would bend her over the gleaming conference table, rip her skirt off (zipper destroyed), pull down her panties, and ruthlessly fuck her from behind. Mary Lynn would protest a little, but then give in to the overwhelming, shuddering orgasm that I was providing her. (Clearly, I was going to have trouble getting any work done around Mary Lynn.) 

She showed me around the common areas; copier room, mail room, kitchen, etc. My eyes were fixated on her chest, although I tried my best to maintain eye contact. Finally, Mary Lynn said "let me show you your office." When we walked through the door, she leaned on my desk with her legs crossed while I looked around and became acclimated. Mary Lynn stayed in that position, discreetly looking me over as if appraising a painting, while awaiting a verdict from me.

I smiled and said "very nice. Thank you for the tour." I honestly didn't mean it as a double entendre, but she took it that way. She gave me a very subtle smirk. I wondered how many cheesy pick up lines she received during any given day. She was undoubtedly the center of attention in a place like this. There were men all around, but very few women. 

After a brief moment of silence between us, Mary Lynn smiled back at me with cool confidence and said, "I am sure you will like it here." As she stood up to leave, Mary Lynn asked "have you met Lisa yet?" 

"No, not yet," I said. "I would like to. She is well respected out at headquarters in California. She had several "Salesperson of the Quarter" plaques hanging on the wall out there. Is she here today?" 

"I haven't seen her, but I will let you know if she comes in," said Mary Lynn. "Will you be needing anything else?" My mind screamed "blow job." Somehow, I managed to engage my brain filter in the nick of time and kept that thought to myself.

Lisa was the other sales representative working out of the Charlotte office. I knew her by reputation only. Previously, I was her competitor. I had heard that she was very attractive, very smart, very charming, and highly principled. One always assumes that a beautiful woman in the software business must be using her looks to succeed, since the IT world is heavily populated by males. However, Lisa was a CPA with a dual degree in computer science, so she had technical chops as well as considerable visual artillery.

I spent the next couple of hours reviewing old proposals and reading through marketing materials. Around 11 am, Mary Lynn rang my extension and said, "Lisa just came in. I will tell her you are here." 

Within minutes, Lisa knocked on my door and introduced herself. We exchanged pleasantries and played the "do you know so-and-so?" game. It turned out that we had several old colleagues and acquaintances in common.

Lisa was wearing a vibrant, royal blue wrap dress, which showed off her perfectly toned legs plus a little bit of cleavage too. Her outfit was totally professional, but I made a mental note that nobody would wear that outfit if they were easily offended or uncomfortable with male attention. 

In contrast to Mary Lynn's professionalism, Lisa was very flirty with me. I caught her staring at my crotch a few times. Was this the way she acted in front of customers? I started getting an involuntary bulge in my pants, which made her smile. I pretended not to notice. Lisa profiled all of the key people out at headquarters. Basically, who to trust and who to watch out for. Once again, she stared at my semi-erect cock. This was no longer a coincidence. This was deliberate. I rambled on about something, but my mind was elsewhere. I had a flashback to every deal that I had lost to Lisa over the years. I started to gain some badly needed perspective. She was fighting with laser-guided missiles and I never had a chance. 

When Lisa turned to leave my office, I decided to launch a missile of my own right at her. "Can I take you out for drinks after work? It's a nice day. We can sit outside somewhere." 

"Yes, let's do that. The last guy in your role was obnoxious and I never liked him very much. It will be good to make a fresh start with you; get things off on the right foot." 

At the end of the day, Lisa and I met in the parking lot. She gave me directions to a gourmet Mexican place nearby that she liked. As she did so, Lisa waved her arms around, pointing left and right, explaining how to get there. I was captivated by her ripped upper arms. She had total girl-guns. Her arms had nicely defined biceps with a hint of vein showing. She was feminine and not bulky by any means, but it was obvious that she hit the gym. I guessed that she was probably sporting low double-digit body fat. 

I wondered where she worked out and how quickly I could join, if only to check her out in workout clothes. Before I could ask where her gym was located, Lisa opened the door to her car, a BMW 3 Series convertible, and sat down. As she did, her dress rode up all the way up her thigh. "Oops," she said with a wink. 

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was packed with the twenty-something after work crowd. We were in our thirties, probably 10 years older than the average in the room, but both of us were managing to keep it together nicely - thank you very much - and we blended right in. 

"This place has the best margaritas," Lisa explained, "and plenty of eye-candy too. I came here once with your predecessor, Bill, and he was a complete ass the whole time."

"What happened?" I asked, knowing she must have many tales up her sleeve. This was going to be a fun evening. She grinned and moved her bar stool a few inches closer to me so that she could relay the story in a conspiratorial way. 

"He was such a show-off, introducing me to his friends as if we were dating. He insisted on driving us here from the office, so we left my car back in the parking lot. Once we arrived, he kept ordering us margaritas with an extra shot of tequila on the side. It was an obvious ploy to get me drunk. It worked. Whatever. But, there is no amount of liquor in the world that would get me to sleep with him."

With that ice-breaker out of the way, Lisa moved on with her tale. She was progressively showing more cleavage and now it was my turn to stare - as she had done to me earlier. 

"Towards the end of the night, we were running out of things to talk about and my buzz was wearing off. Bill mentioned that he had a golf outing nearby, scheduled for very early the next morning. He asked if he could stay at my place. I made an excuse to get out of it. Bill sulked and he didn't say another word as we waited in the valet line. Once we were in his car, he accidentally broke his key off in the ignition."

"How did he do that?" I asked.

"He was just drunk enough that he didn't realize the valet had left the engine running. He snapped the key right off.," she laughed, wincing at the memory. I laughed too. It was a good story, for sure. 

"He went berzerk, screaming at the valet and cursing his bad luck," she recalled. 

"I mouthed the words "help, call me a cab" to another valet standing nearby and he sprung into action." Lisa gave me another smile because she could tell I was enjoying her story. 

"I told Bill that I needed to visit the lady's room. I went inside, but I stood by the door, waiting for the taxi. Without him noticing, I made my escape," she marveled.

"What happened the next day?" I asked.

"Well, it was a Friday. He must have made his golf match because he never came to the office," she said. "When Monday rolled around, he didn't mention it and neither did I. He left the company about a month later, so we never discussed it again."

"That is some story," I said. "It will be tough for me to top that one."

Now that her story was told, Lisa shifted her weight backwards in triumph on her bar stool. She was sitting sideways to the bar and she was facing me. I caught glimpses now and again of her upper thighs. When she moved, I could just barely make out that she was wearing lacy white panties. 

"What about you? You must have had a few dating misadventures along the way," she said. 

"It's been a while since I have dated. My wife and I separated about a year ago, and we are in the process of finalizing everything. It has taken longer that I thought it would, but that's what happens when the lawyers get involved. They don't want the party to end too soon for obvious reasons," I said. 

"I see," Lisa said. "Sorry to hear about that. Any kids?"

"No," I replied. "We were trying but weren't having any luck. The odds are not in your favor when you are in your thirties. However, it was all a blessing in disguise. She ended up having an affair with our fertility doctor."

"Wow. That stinks," she said. "My deal isn't much better. I put my ex-husband through law school and ended up getting pregnant. He started fooling around with a girl in his study group - while I was pregnant - and left me before our son was even born." 

"Speaking of which, I better be going," she said. "My sitter will need to get home before it get's too late." 

We said our goodbyes and Lisa thanked me for a fun night out. I hadn't been out with a woman other than my soon-to-be-ex-wife in a long time, so it was a good ice-breaker for me too. It was not a date, but there was plenty of banter and sexual tension between us. I drove home looking forward to getting my personal life going again. 

The next month flew by and I did not see much of Lisa in the office. We both traveled during the week in our respective territories, and I also took a few trips to the West coast for training. One day, Lisa ducked into my office and said "have you made your plane reservations for Chicago yet?" We were going to be attending a regional sales meeting there the following week. 

"Not yet. Give me your itinerary and I will book the same flight as you," I said. 

Lisa handed me her phone and I copied down the flight and hotel details from her calendar. She stated, "I love Chicago. We will have to go out one night to hear some blues while we are there."

"Great. Kingston Mines is a good place. They have two stages and the bands play continuously. When one band takes a break, you face the other way and the other band takes the stage," I said. 

During the flight to Chicago, we talked shop about business and the time went by quickly. As we were preparing to land, Lisa asked me "how is your divorce coming along?" 

"Done," I said. "We settled and signed documents two weeks ago and I just received a copy of the decree in the mail." 

Lisa smiled and said, "good for you. I am sure you are glad to have that behind you. Must be a relief." 

"It is. I have to keep reminding myself that it's done. My lawyer did a good job for me and I can't complain with the outcome," I replied. 

We landed in Chicago and shared a cab to our hotel. Lisa asked me to meet her in the lobby at seven and we would go out for the night. When I got off the elevator, Lisa was already there waiting for me. She looked amazing, wearing a tight pair of jeans, a silk tank, and a short, fitted jacket made of blue leather. 

We took a cab to dinner and Lisa sat pretty close to me in the back seat. The night was getting off to an encouraging start. Afterwards, we walked to Kingston Mines and had a great evening. The music was awesome, the drinks flowed, and Lisa kept touching me during our conversations. She would rest her hand on my thigh on a few occasions and squeezed my arm a couple of times. 

We decided it was time to leave and hailed a cab back to the hotel. Once again, Lisa sat right next to me in the backseat and she continued to touch my knee or thigh while we talked. I was receiving a blatant invitation for sex back at the hotel, and I started getting an erection just thinking about the possibilities. There was no point in hiding it and I am sure Lisa noticed it, just as she had on my first day at work. At one point, she leaned forward in her seat and turned to look at me directly. She held my gaze and did not break the eye contact. I took that signal for the opening that it was and pulled her in for a kiss. We went at it like two soap opera actors. My head was spinning from this beautiful woman, the music, the alcohol, and the jerky taxi cab ride. She moved her hand slowly up my thigh while we kissed. I was wondering how far she would go, given the fact that our cab driver was watching everything. My cock was aching from the anticipation. Upward went her hand. Finally, she arrived at my crotch, but she hesitated for a moment. Instead, she started unbuttoning my shirt. When she unbuttoned the lowest button, Lisa moved from kissing me to sucking my nipples and lightly rubbing her hands all over my chest and abdomen. 

"Lean back," she whispered. I made eye contact with the cab driver, who by now had moved his rear view mirror so that he could watch what we were doing. We were getting close to the hotel now and I needed to let him know that he should just keep driving around. I made a circular motion with my free hand and he understood, pushing down on the gas pedal while he changed lanes to drive past the hotel. 

Lisa worked her down my stomach with her tongue. Finally, she unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and started stroking my cock through the fabric. One more button, then another and another and she had my jeans completely undone. "Lift up for a second," she whispered again, as if the cab drive might not realize what she was doing. 

When I lifted up off the seat, she pulled down my jeans, but not my boxer briefs. Instead, she continued rubbing my cock through the fabric while she rose back up to kiss me again. I was about to explode, wondering if she was really going to give me a blow job in the back of this taxi. 

We kissed wildly and she finally slipped her hand under the waistband of my underwear and grasped my cock with a firm grip. She held her hand still. Maybe she was sizing up my manhood? 

As she made her way back down to my lap, I started to look around at my surroundings, just taking in the craziness of the moment. There was a lot of traffic all around us, obviously. Tall buildings everywhere. It was lit up like daytime and there were people out and about. The cab driver was practically in a trance watching us, and I had to shoot him a mean look just to get his eyes back on the road ahead of us. 

Lisa licked around my belly button and was tortuously slow about it. Then she looked at me and took me in her mouth. At first, she just took the head. Then she started licking it like an ice cream cone and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she alternated licking and swirling. I was about to explode. With her other hand, she started feeling my balls and they began to tighten up from her touch. Again, I made eye contact with the cab driver. He understood and began to circle the block once more. Lisa rose up to a kneeling position and began to deep throat me, sometimes softly, and then sometimes furiously bobbing up and down. It was the most intense blow job that I have ever had, bar none. 

My breathing started getting ragged and she knew that I was close. I tried to unbutton her jeans and I also put my hand up her shirt to unhook her bra, but she wiggled away. "Later," she said quietly. I guess she did not want to actually get naked herself in the taxi, especially with our extra-attentive cab driver. Understandable, but I was feeling guilty about getting the better end of this deal and I wanted to repay the favor. 

"Why don't we take things back to your room before its get out of hand here," I suggested. 

We straightened ourselves up and I asked the cab driver to take us back to the hotel. The fare was $40, but I gave him $80 and we made a hasty exit. 

Inside the hotel, we giggled like small children while looking at ourselves in the mirrored finish of the elevator doors. Lisa said, "I have never done anything like that before in my life. What in the world got into me?" I just grinned, reflecting on my good timing and not wanting her to regret it. 

While we waited for the elevator to arrive at her floor, Lisa asked me if I had ever done anything like that before. "Once, but I was too young to fully appreciate the situation," I said. 

"That's impossible, how could you not fully appreciate a girl giving you a blow job - basically in public?" she snorted.

"Well, her mother was only three feet away," I replied. "But it's not what you think." 

"Good. I can't wait to here this one."

I explained that when I was 18, my girlfriend, who was also 18, asked me to ride with her family to the Atlanta airport to drop her father off for a business trip to Europe. They had a big Chevy Suburban and we rode in the back seat with her little brother. On the return trip that evening, her little brother rode in the front seat and her mom drove us home. My girlfriend had brought a pillow with her and she leaned it up against me and fell asleep. For a while. When we were about half way home, she woke up. It was completely dark in the back seat. Her mother was listening to talk radio and her little brother was asleep. My girlfriend reached under the pillow and started rubbing my cock. After another couple of minutes, she unzipped my jeans and started giving me a hand-job. "I couldn't believe the risk she was taking with her mom only a few feet away," I said. 

"That is amazing," Lisa said. "I wouldn't have been that daring at 18." 

"She didn't stop there," I said. "She rearranged her pillow slightly and started giving me head - for the first time. She never would do that before, so I was really surprised. I didn't want to cum in her mouth because I didn't know how she would react. I was getting close and told her. She kept going anyway. I tried to pull her off of me, but she just clamped down tighter. Finally, I couldn't hold off any longer and exploded in her mouth. She took it all." 


Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 02



It's weird making small talk during a lengthy elevator ride, just after you have had a dirty, raunchy blow job from a beautiful woman in the back of a taxi. You want to come up with something pithy and clever to keep the vibe going, but you are concerned that anything less than brilliant will ruin the moment and your slam-dunk night of hot, hotel sex will evaporate in an instant, with a little "poof" sound effect to go with it. So you say nothing. The deal is signed at this point. You don't want to risk buying the car back from the customer, as it were.

As we rode the elevator up to Lisa's hotel room, which was on a high floor, other guests left us one by one until we finally had the place to ourselves, so to speak. One older gentleman was just blatantly checking out Lisa's ass during the entire ride up. He winked at me on his way out the door, which made me chuckle at the thought of turning into an old horn-dog myself one day. 

I noticed an advertisement on the little TV screen next to the elevator doors. The venue was the hotel's penthouse bar. Hmmmmm. The ad was a 30 second slide show, depicting an impossibly cool atmosphere complete with dim lighting and sinewy, beautifully groomed patrons laughing, drinking, and exchanging flirty side-glances. 

Who were these people from the ad! They don't exist in real life! I have been on a million business trips and rarely have I encountered this hypothetical group of "pretty people" hanging out at the bar of a big hotel in a big city on a typical weeknight. 

I searched my memory for any recall of a group setting where every single person is fabulous. The only thing I could come up with was a wild Tuesday night in Memphis - at the Peabody Hotel - several years ago, where a crew of young Northwest Airlines flight attendants were holding court at a rooftop event called Sunset Serenade. Unfortunately, those scenarios don't present themselves very often. I now realize they are the exception that proves the rule.

While I was having my Seinfeld-esque moment, silently musing about the power of suggestive advertising to make us all feel envious about what everyone else is doing, Lisa put her arm around my waist and pulled me in for a clinch. 

"Wow, I am still buzzing from our little interlude in the cab. How much do you think the cab driver saw," she cooed. 

"Oh, he saw plenty. I am sure he would have liked a bigger tip," I replied, "but that was all the cash that I had with me," I replied. "At least he didn't wreck. That was a real possibility for a few moments."

Still mindful that our "little interlude" was entirely one-sided, I formulated a plan to search for those "pretty people" from the advertisement. I needed to see if my theory that they don't exist still held true. Besides, the beauty of this idea was that I could scout for an opportunity to keep the sex-in-public electricity going for a little while longer. 

"Why don't we go and check out that view? It looks amazing," I suggested. 

Lisa smiled at me and said "ok, let's have a drink. I just hope we don't run into anybody from the company."

I hadn't thought about that, but what the hell. The possibility of a chance encounter with any of our local colleagues was minimal, but it would just add to the naughtiness and kink factor of what we had been doing a few minutes ago. It was safe to assume that many of these guys had fantasized about fucking Lisa, while being forced to ignore those urges and make polite conversation with her at a company meeting. 

We walked into the bar and, surprisingly, there were lots of people still there. Nobody from the ad, of course, but it was a relatively attractive crowd all things considered. Music was playing in the background – somewhat loudly - and there was a buzz of crowd noise that hit us at the door. With nobody at the hostess stand, we made our way to the bar and I ordered limoncello martini's for the both of us.

While we sipped and talked, I noticed that Lisa was scanning the room to see if she recognized anyone there. If she did, she didn't acknowledge it, so I figured the coast was clear for whatever was next. 

We spun around on our seats and faced the open room, marveling at the lighting and décor. It was dark and very tastefully done. The furnishings consisted of both low-slung lounging areas and secluded booths. The place seemed to have a vaguely Asian design theme yet was clubby too. The only thing missing was a dance floor. The bar ran the length of an entire interior wall, so there was no problem finding seating space there. Opposite the bar area, there was an exterior wall with floor to ceiling windows that provided a dramatic view. It was a clear night, and the skyline had a soft, yellow-orange glow from the concentration of lights all around us. 

We ordered another round of martini's and walked over to the windows to take in the view. We stood there silently. It was certainly a long, long way from the small beach town where I grew up down in Florida. 

I put my arm around Lisa and said, "so this is why they can get away with charging $28 for a martini." She grinned at me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. 

"Well, it also takes some effort to haul those liquor bottles all the way up here," she added "The hourly rate for the delivery people is probably $28. Blame the United Liquor Bottle Hauler's Brotherhood of America, Local 229." 

"Well played," I said. "I can't top that."

Suddenly, I could sense that somebody was standing right behind us. I turned around, half expecting it to be somebody from work who was going to crash our little moment high above the streets. 

"Are you folks enjoying yourselves? I can see that you have fresh drinks. Would you like me to show you to a table? It was a waiter, who stood just far enough away from us that it wasn't awkward. But he was close to crossing over that invisible line. Lisa didn't seem to mind, as he was a very handsome guy. Movie star handsome, actually, with the requisite square jaw and dazzling white teeth. Probably college-aged. She gave him that split-second up/down evaluation that all girls use. Good for checking out guys or estimating the level of female "competition" around the room. Needless to say, he passed. 

"Yes, that would be nice," I replied. 

"I'm Hank," he said, "please follow me."

With Hank leading the way, Lisa took my hand and headed for a booth in a dark corner that was perfect for an intimate conversation. I pinched her butt while we were walking and she gave me a little wiggle.

We sat there for a while, just taking in the atmosphere and making light conversation. Hank came back by to check on us and I noticed that he appreciated Lisa's touching him on the hand when he returned with a glass of water that she requested. That was the way Lisa behaved around me too, touchy and tactile, and it was a huge turn-on because you didn't have to wonder if she would be receptive to your advances. The answer was given before the question was asked. 

The table was lower than normal and the booth seats were set down in a type of pit, situated a half-step below the grade of the aisle. Sort of like the seating in a Japanese steak house where you take off your shoes and sit cross-legged. Again, vaguely Asian. 

"Lisa, I want you to do something for me. Nobody will be able to see. Well, maybe Hank. You seem to like him, so it may not matter," I said. 

"Ok," Lisa said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Take off your jeans and hand me your underwear." I watched intently as her expression changed from nonchalance to surprise. Nevertheless, Lisa began squirming side-to-side in her seat as she shimmied off her jeans. We never broke eye-contact the whole time. Next came her panties. When she had them off, she tapped my hand under the table and gave them to me. They were plain white, lacy, hipster style panties. Very small, very sexy, and damp. 

"Now what," she asked? 

"Spread your legs and touch yourself down there," I commanded. "I want to watch as you make yourself cum in public." 

Lisa's face flushed. She was naked from the waist down. Her eyes darted around the room. True enough, nobody was paying attention. The place was loud. With fire in her eyes, Lisa made serious eye-contact with me and nodded. We fixed our gaze on each other and did not look away. She slipped down in her seat, but then she hesitated.

"Before I do this, you have to take a quiz," she said. 

"What do I win if I get the answer correct?" I asked.

"You get to peek under the table and see my pussy," Lisa replied.

"What if I'm wrong?" I asked.

"You still get to peek under the table and see my pussy," she answered.

"Ok, what's the question?" I was getting a hard-on and getting antsy.

"Landing strip or Dorito chip? Which one do you think I have?" she asked.

"Wow. It could go either way here. I am going to guess Dorito chip." I answered.

"Why don't you see for yourself, just to make sure," she smiled.

I leaned over as if picking up a napkin, and looked under the table. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see. I emerged from under the table and told her that I couldn't tell, which was reassuring to her since she had no pants on – in a crowded bar no less.

Lisa handed me my cell phone. "Always be prepared, boy scout!" she stated. This was a good rule to live by in general and an excellent one at the moment. With that, I turned on the camera function, reached under the table, and took a picture. The flash went off, looking like a miniature thunderstorm under the table, set against the dark lighting of the bar. 

Twenty feet away, unbeknownst to us, Hank was watching. I looked at my phone and just laughed. The screen was filled with pussy. I couldn't have aimed the camera better if I had used a tripod. Sure enough, Lisa had a small Dorito chip down there, neatly trimmed and light brown. 

Lisa began to manipulate herself, very slowly. She looked around the room for a moment, but nobody was watching. Or so we thought. Hank moved closer, now maybe 15 feet away. He busied himself wiping down a nearby table and watched with great interest. Lisa was beginning to breathe more quickly at that point and her arm started to move more rapidly – almost involuntarily – to her own stimulation of her clit. It looked like she was strumming an air guitar. Building toward a huge climax, Lisa clenched her jaw fiercely to keep from yelping out loud. She uttered a guttural "arrrrrr" as she reached under her top with her free hand and began pinching her right nipple. It was stunning to watch. There were maybe 40 people in the place, some only a few feet away from us, and Lisa was sitting there with no clothing on below the waist, getting herself off. Nobody noticed. In fact, it was weird that nobody noticed. It was like we were invisible. I pinched myself to make sure this was really happening. 

Lisa bucked a little bit under the table. She finally out a muffled "uhhhhhhh". It was a truly sexy sound, that deeply satisfying grunt that follows an orgasm. I was absentmindedly rubbing my cock while this was going on, and I nearly jizzed in my pants when Lisa came. Craziness. This was one for the old memory bank. I now had enough masturbation material in my head to last a lifetime. 

As we both climbed down the sexual ladder and began breathing normally again, Lisa and I just looked at each other, not saying a word. What was the point? This was a moment that was unscripted and wacky and dirty and wonderful. Words would only cheapen the experience. 

As if on cue, Hand appeared and asked "Can I get you two anything else? " He had an unmistakable tone to his voice that let me know in an instant. He knew everything, saw everything, and probably got off on it just as much as I did.

Lisa froze, suddenly very aware that she was still naked underneath the table. "Water, please." 

"Sure thing," said Hank. He headed towards the bar and we watched him to see if would turn around and look back. 

"Do you think he is on to us?" asked Lisa.

"Yes. I am sure of it," I answered. "But you like him, I can tell. Basically, you just gave a college kid a huge thrill. No big deal. He can tell all his buddies about it"

I was trying to reassure her, because for the second time tonight, Lisa had performed a very public sex act and I didn't want her to regret it. After all, we were going to be here for the next few days. The possibilities were mind-boggling.

"I am going to put my jeans back on now," Lisa said. As she was buttoning up, Hank was on his way back to the table with her water. 

"Here you go," he said cheerfully. 

"Hank, Lisa was just telling me how much she likes you," I said. "If you are planning on telling your friends about her, you may need these to convince them that she is real" With that, I handed Lisa's panties to Hank. He took them, gingerly, and looked at Lisa with a confused smile, as if he was asking her for an ok.

"It's alright," she said "But please tell me that you know better than to run your mouth to your co-workers. Not a word to any of them, right?" 

"Of course," Hank replied, with Lisa's panties now safely stuffed in his left front pocket.

"Good. Glad we have that understanding, since we are going to be in town until Thursday," Lisa continued. "Guys that can keep secrets just might get rewarded."

To Be Continued



Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 03



It was getting late for a weeknight and the crowd at the hotel bar started to thin out a little bit. However, out of the corner of my eye, I could see three attractive ladies nearby. They were sitting at a high-top table and were not in a hurry to leave. It appeared that they were just out on the town having a nice conversation, which was punctuated by frequent laughter. They didn't seem to be over-served necessarily, but whatever they were drinking had definitely loosened them up. 

One of these ladies, a pretty brunette, looked at me a time or two. She smiled when I caught her glance, but then she quickly rejoined her friends in conversation. I was trying to decide if she noticed anything out of the ordinary coming from our direction. All at once, the three of them looked over at us. The brunette was certainly close enough to have seen Lisa in action if she was paying attention, and it now appeared that indeed she was. 

Meanwhile, Hank didn't seem to know what to do next. He stood at our table looking at Lisa expectantly, awaiting further instructions. Maybe he thought she was planning to reward him for his discretion right then and there. 

"There is no charge for the water," Hank announced. 

"Good," Lisa said. "That's very civilized."

More silence. I enjoyed the awkwardness of it all. Yet, I wondered if I should step in, because this was bound to get interesting if he didn't fumble.

"Hank," Lisa asked. "Are you working tomorrow night?" 

"No," Hank replied. "I have class. I'm in the MBA program at Northwestern."

"Too bad," Lisa pouted. 

"No, it's a top-rated school," he laughed. 

Hank fully understood that Northwestern was not what she was referring to. Nevertheless, he seemed a little too timid to walk through the wide open door. I was surprised, since he seemed so confident just a short while ago. He had Lisa's underwear in his pocket – literally - and she was eyeing him coyly, waiting for the next move.

With nothing to lose on my end, I decided to help him close the deal. Since she was neither my wife nor my girlfriend, I was liberated. Free to go along for the ride without the normal feelings of jealousy or possessiveness that come with this territory. 

"Hank, what time is your class finished? Maybe we could meet you afterwards for a drink," I suggested. 

"That would be awesome," he said. "I am done around 10 pm."

"Great. Give us your phone number and also be thinking about a cool place to go. We have a group dinner to attend, but it will be over by then," I continued.

Cleverly, Hank said to Lisa "give me your number and I will just call you from my phone and you can save it that way." 

He listened carefully as she called out her "digits" and then proceeded to dial her up. 

"Got it," she said as her phone rang. "We will see you tomorrow." 

With that, Lisa and I got up to leave. Back at the elevator, she wasted no time giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you. This has been an interesting evening," she said. "It will be tough to concentrate tomorrow during the sales meeting. They are so boring. It's always the same old same old."

"Well, not if you start giving away your panties as you did tonight. That would help," I suggested.

Other guests came up behind us just as the elevator doors opened. Lisa's room was only two floors down, so we arrived at her door rather quickly. I stood back and quietly admired her body as she looked through her purse for her key card. With a swipe, she led me in. 

Her room was a nice two-room suite, with a seating area and television just inside the door. There was a large bedroom off to the right. Lisa threw her jacket over a chair and pulled her top up and over her head. Next, she kicked off her shoes. Turning around to face me, Lisa was wearing a smile, a very sheer bra and her jeans. They happened to be tight, lightly faded blue, and invitingly low-rise. The cut of the jeans showed off her abs perfectly. Years of hard work in the gym were on display and I complimented her honestly on how impressive her figure was. 

"Oh, my fastball barely reaches 89 these days!" she laughed. 

"Wow. That's a solid baseball reference even if you are full of shit," I replied. "You are now officially irresistible."

Regarding the task at hand, I zeroed in on Lisa's erect nipples which were now urgently straining her bra. She noticed my gaze and moved towards me just as I took a step closer to her.

"And, before you ask, these are not real. " she said, squishing her boobs together comically to create a huge amount of cleavage. "But, they are an investment." 

"A gentleman never asks, but you got your money's worth," I concurred. 

Lisa squeezed my hand and said, "I am dying to take a quick shower, care to join me?" 

"Lead the way," I answered. And with that, we moved towards the bathroom, peeling our clothes off as we went. 

Lisa turned the water on and adjusted the knobs. I moved in behind her and began rubbing my cock lewdly along the crack of her ass. 

"Hello. Somebody took their Viagra today," Lisa laughed. 

"Never tried it," I said. "But I will make sure to ask my doctor for a sample next time I go for an appointment. It's hard to decide if a "four-hour erection" is a good thing or not. We will have to find out."

We stepped into the shower and I grabbed the soap. Lisa stood in front of me, facing the water and getting used to its temperature. She let out a prolonged, "Ahhh.," as I began soaping up her back. I knelt down and soaped up her legs. My eyeballs were level with her ass. I took extra time to rub my soapy hands all over her pert posterior. Amazingly taut and round, her ass was fantastic to behold. I took notice of her tiny tan lines as well and I had a clear understanding of just how small her bikini bottoms must be. Whisking Lisa away for a weekend in Miami in the near future suddenly became a critical action item. 

Continuing to kneel down, I reached between her legs and found Lisa's pussy. I entered her with my thumb and, with my fingers, stroked her miniscule "Dorito chip" of pubic hair. 

Lisa squealed with delight as I thumb-banged her. She braced herself against the wall as I touched her clit with my index finger. I turned her around to face me and buried my tongue in her belly button, lightly gripping her ass with my free hand. 

"Don't you dare stop what you are doing," Lisa demanded. 

She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pushed my head down between her legs, spreading them wider as she did so to give my tongue easy access to her waiting clit. I found it easily and earned a pronounced "Yess" from her. With my tongue, I slowly began forming the letters of the alphabet on her clit as warm water from the shower cascaded down her stomach and drenched my face. With my thumb still inside her pussy, I took my middle finger and began probing her ass with it. I explored her opening and pushed my finger in only as far as the first knuckle when Lisa began to weaken in the knees. 

"I-can't-take-this-much-longer. Oh my God. Please. Yes. Yes. Yes. What are you doing to me? Fuck. Oh my God," she cried.

At this point, I had reached the letter S with my tongue on her clit. Lisa began to breath quickly and she stood up on her tiptoes. She moaned loudly and had a rippling orgasm, cumming explosively. She bucked and quivered against my grip and her wet, soapy skin made it difficult to hang on. Lisa hands were now pushing my head away from between her legs, but I ignored her and kept going. Another wave hit her. I pushed my middle finger into her ass further, up to the second knuckle. It was too tight to go any further. 

"Ohhhh. Please. Ohhhh. We've got to stop. Please. Ohhhh," Lisa panted. "Seriously, I can't take it."

Accepting her wishes, I stood up and let her catch her breath. Lisa looked at me with a smirk. 

"Ok. Wow, Mister" she exhaled. "I was seeing stars there for a minute."

As Lisa cooled down, we switched places in the shower. I reached for the soap again and turned around to face the water, with her behind me. I started to soap my arms, but she took the soap from my hand and continued what I had started. Lisa began with my back but she quickly moved beyond that. She reached around from behind and worked her way down my body, starting with my chest.

Lisa reached my cock and began to stroke it very slowly. I closed my eyes and surrendered to her touch. Stroking a little faster now, she turned me around to face her. Her eyes met mine and we kissed, groping each other with our tongues while she continued to jerk me off. 

Lisa firmed up her grip on my shaft and kissed me again. I was rock-hard and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. She bent over and took me in her mouth, engulfing my cock and swirling her tongue around rapidly. With one hand on my cock, Lisa took my balls in her other hand. They tightened immediately from her touch and I got even harder, which didn't seem possible. 

Lisa stood back up, reached for more soap, and resumed jerking me off. She kept her other hand on my balls, rubbing them softly. Without warning, Lisa moved her hand from my balls to my ass and probed my opening with her index finger. She kept her eyes on my cock and aimed it at her belly button. At that moment, I shot a rope onto Lisa's stomach. Two more large spurts followed; spasms coming from deep within me. Lisa was wide-eyed, clinically investigating her handiwork while continuing to stroke my cock as I went soft in her hand. 

"That was long overdue, wasn't it? It's been hours since we were in that taxi," Lisa said. 

To be continued.



Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 04



Arriving at the Company sales meeting at 7: 30 am for the 8:00 am start, I immediately regretted the Limoncello martini's from the night before. After all, it was entirely possible that the night could have unfolded exactly as it did without the aid of alcoholic lubricant. My headache made me wish I had just stuck with beer.

Since I was the "new" guy, I made sure that I was the first one to arrive for the meeting. Unfortunately, I was greeted shortly thereafter by the next person through the door. In a nanosecond, I recognized her; the pretty brunette who watched us in the hotel bar with her friends. I think I may have uttered an audible "shit . ." as she approached and stuck out her petite hand to greet me. 

"Well, hello there. Aren't we up bright and early this morning," she chirped. "I'm Kris. Mr. Flaherty's Executive Assistant." She beamed at me with a brilliantly white smile. 

Mr. Flaherty was the Vice President of Sales. Kris, dressed casually in jeans, made me realize instantly that the dress code for today's meeting was more relaxed than I had anticipated. I was wearing a suit, without a tie, but it might as well have been a tuxedo. I was going to stick out even more than ever as the new guy in the room.

"Hi, nice to meet you. You don't seem any worse for wear yourself," I responded. "I was just regretting that late-night martini. Not a great idea." 

Since we still had time before the meeting, I said. "I didn't realize the dress code for the meeting was casual. At my last job, we wore suits all the time. If you don't mind, I am going to zip up to my room and change."

"No problem. You have plenty of time," Kris said. "By the way, Lisa speaks very highly of you."

"Oh?" I blurted out. "Well, I'm glad to know that. Lisa didn't mention that she noticed anybody from work last night at the bar. Did she see you?" 

"No, she must not have. You guys were already seated when my friends and I came in," Kris said. "I didn't want to interrupt."

There was no point in asking whether she saw what we were up to in the bar last night. I could tell by the look in her eyes. I was simply relieved that I had bought myself some time to ponder the situation with the excuse of heading back to my room for a change of clothes. I told Kris that I would be back in a few minutes. 

By the time I returned, the other attendees had arrived. Lisa took me around the room to introduce me to some of the reps from the other regions. With the meeting ready to start, we looked for seats in the back row and Lisa motioned for me to sit next to her.

"I met Kris this morning," I mentioned to Lisa. "She was in the bar last night with some friends." 

"Really?" Lisa asked, surprised. "Yikes."

"She seems really nice. But I'm afraid that Hank was not the only voyeur in the bar. She was there with two friends and they might have figured us out." I said. 

"Oh well, there's no point in avoiding the obvious," she shrugged. "I know her pretty well. She will be cool about it."

The day's agenda actually moved along fairly quickly. Soon enough, it was 5 pm, and the meeting was over for the day. As we were preparing to head back to our rooms to change for the sales team awards dinner, Kris walked up to Lisa and asked her "what are you guys doing tonight after dinner?"

"I'm not sure yet," Lisa replied. "We asked for a recommendation from our waiter last night at the bar upstairs, but I haven't heard back from him."

"drumBar is fun," Kris offered. "It's the rooftop bar at the Raffaello Hotel. You guys should check it out. They have an outdoor terrace that is really nice."

The dinner was over at 9 pm. The awards ceremony itself was mercifully short. Lisa was recognized as the top sales rep for the previous year, and she earned a gold Rolex watch for her achievement. While we stood at the curb waiting for a taxi to drumBar, I congratulated Lisa and checked out her new watch. As a joke, I also texted her the "pussy" picture from the night before with the caption "Unfair Advantage." She was too busy chatting away and she didn't bother to look at her phone until we were walking into the Raffaello lobby. 

"Oh my God," she squawked when she finally checked her phone. "You have to delete that picture right now, as in immediately." 

Once we made our way up to the bar, I was pleased with the recommendation from Kris. It seemed slightly touristy and pretentious, but the atmosphere and decor at drumBar was interesting and there was a good buzz in the room. We both checked out the well-dressed crowd, commenting that this was a good place for people watching. 

Outside on the rooftop, the center of the terrace had an arrangement of patio seats made of white wood with large, comfortable green cushions. The seats were oriented around a couple of fire pits. Along the four corners of the terrace - with a bit more privacy - there was a series of L-shaped lounges separated by planter boxes that served as divider screens. Unfortunately, those corner lounges were all occupied. We grabbed two of the seats at the center, near the fire pits, and took in the view.  

"I just sent a message to Hank to let him know where we are," Lisa said. "Let's have a drink." 

While we were waiting for our drinks to arrive, Kris stepped through the doorway. She arrived alone and did not seem at all surprised that we were there already.

"Isn't this place great? I am so glad you guys decided to come here too," Kris said. "My friends are supposed to come by, but I haven't seen them yet. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," I replied. "I'll track down the waitress and get you a drink. We just ordered. What would you like?"

"Chardonnay," Kris answered. "Thanks."

I left the ladies to chat while I went in search of our waitress. I glanced back at them once or twice and saw that their heads were close together and they were enjoying a very animated conversation. 

Unlike Lisa and I, Kris had taken the time to change out of her outfit from the company awards dinner prior to making her way to drumBar. She was now wearing a coral pink bandage dress that complimented both her figure and her tan immensely. The dress was very short, barely covering her butt, and the fit was snug everywhere. The fabric seemed thick, almost like a neoprene wet suit. Kris was obviously super-toned, as you could not wear a dress like that otherwise and get away with it. She stopped a lot of men in mid-conversation when she walked towards us just a few minutes earlier. 

When I returned with our waitress and the drinks, Kris and Lisa smiled up at me apologetically. Kris had taken my seat, but I didn't mind at all. Besides, Lisa motioned for me to share hers. The seats were more than large enough for two people and we were able to sit together comfortably. Lisa placed her hand on my knee and gave me a "mule-bite" squeeze, like you would give to a little kid, which made me laugh. While they were chatting, I recalled the events of last evening and began to wonder what might be possible during the remainder of this trip. 

From my seated position, I could see straight up Kris's dress. Her dress was ridiculously short anyway, even more so now that she was sitting down. Although her legs were crossed, I noticed she was wearing very sexy cheetah-print underwear. Kris caught me looking. At first, she reflexively crossed her legs a little tighter, but a few moments later she seemed to have second thoughts about it. Looking me straight in the eye, she uncrossed her legs in order to improve my view. I reacted by raising my glass in an unspoken toast of appreciation. 

While I was trying to cope with the noticeable bulge growing in my pants, Lisa excused herself to take a phone call. After Lisa walked away, Kris said, "We were watching you two last night. That was very intriguing. So raw. My girlfriends and I were pretty buzzed and – at first – we thought maybe our imaginations were getting away from us a little bit."

"Have you ever done something like that before, in public," I asked?

"Sort of." Kris replied. "I was in Atlanta one time, at a sushi bar called BluePointe, in Buckhead. It was a nice place, but it is not there anymore. It was unusual in that, in addition to regular men's and ladies rooms, this restaurant also had a couple of individual unisex restrooms - which were huge. There was a sitting area in there, big enough for two or three people. The restroom door was solid glass, but the glass itself was thick and had some type of opaque film on it. You could readily see movement inside, but really just shadows and light." 

"It occurred to me that it would be wild to have sex in there, with people walking around outside the door. I went back to the bar, grabbed my date, and brought him in there with me. I told him, "I have a surprise for you." I unzipped his pants and started giving him a blow job. We could tell that a few people were gathering around, trying to watch us through the glass. It was a huge rush. He started getting close, but I stopped him, licked the pre-cum off his dick, and said "not yet." We moved over to a big leather chair and I straddled him and fucked him right there. It was electric. I had never been so turned on in my life, knowing that people could clearly see what we were doing, but not enough to know who we were."

As she was telling me the story, I noticed that Kris squirmed a little bit in her seat. It was obvious that she was getting excited all over again just from reliving that memory. We chatted for a few more minutes, scoping out the people around us and speculating on what they might have been like in high school. Kris stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute."

I looked for Lisa but she was nowhere to be found. The waitress came around to check on us. Both women were elsewhere at that time, so I let her know that we would order another round of drinks shortly. 

Kris returned a few minutes later. She said that Lisa's phone call was taking a while. With a bit of mischief in her eyes, Kris reached for my hand and said, "come with me." 

Inside and past the bar, she headed towards the Ladies room. I could see where this was leading and just hoped that she wouldn't change her mind. Kris had me wait outside while she checked to see if anyone was in there. A moment later, she pulled me inside and took me into the handicap stall, closing the door behind us. 

Without a word, Kris started kissing me. She loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, kissing me all the way down my chest and back up again. I reached under her dress, lifted the hem above her hips, and started groping her ass and fingering her wetness through her thong. 

Kris turned her back to me, and asked, "help me with my zipper?" As I slowly lowered the large zipper, her lovely back came into view. I discovered that she was not wearing a bra. I helped her step out of the dress and hung it over the handrail. She was wearing 5" heels, which she chose to leave on. Kris was now wearing only her heels and the cheetah-print thong that I had gotten a glimpse of earlier. Her tits were truly fantastic, easily 34C, and perfectly shaped. 

I dropped to my knees and started navigating her abdomen with my tongue, circling around her belly button, which had a tiny loop piercing with a small silver dolphin charm attached. She began to whisper something quietly and pushed my head lower. 

Her personality was fairly confident and controlling, so I decided to keep her out of her comfort zone by being assertive with her. I tugged brusquely at her panties, pulling them half way down her legs, and left them there. Kris was completely bare, full Brazilian, and I took a moment to drink in the visual as she spread her knees apart, stretching her panties to their limit. I was intentionally rough with her, forcefully pinning her back against the wall with one hand. Not waiting any longer, Kris started fingering her clit urgently, but I stopped her and took over. Slowly pulling back its hood, I touched her clit with my tongue, first upwards and then side-to-side, quickly, repeating the pattern over and over. With my fingers working her labia at the same time, her juices started running. I withdrew my fingers and reached up to let her taste herself on my index finger while I still had my head between her legs. 

I stood up and kissed her neck. Then, I put my fingers in my own mouth to taste her juices. I began licking her nipples, circling them with my tongue and biting them gently with my teeth. Kris started to grind against my hand, moving her hips back and forth in rhythm to my movements. She picked up her pace whenever I did.

"That feels so good," she panted. "I am so wet. Uhhhhhhh." 

Just then my phone vibrated. I took it out of my pocket and pressed the phone - still buzzing away - between Kris's legs for a second. She giggled at my improvised sex toy. Lisa was calling us. I answered the phone, but Lisa jumped in before I could even say hello.

"So sorry about that. It was Hank. He's not coming," Lisa said. "He got a text message from his ex-girlfriend saying that she wanted to drop by his place to do laundry tonight. He said he had to rush home after class. Damage control. He had left my underwear in his pants pocket and was afraid that she would find them if she washed his clothes too. " 

"Oh Man. Quick thinking," I replied. "By the way, Kris has dragged me into the Ladies room," I answered. "She is naked. Come here right away." 

"What in the world . . . ," Lisa asked? "I was wondering where you two went."

After I hung up, I removed my tie and placed it over Kris's eyes, pulling it tight around her head to make a blindfold. I yanked her panties back up roughly and instructed her to turn around and bend over. Kris did so, and I helped her grab the handrail in the handicap stall for support. I took off my belt quietly and swatted her ass cheek with it. She wasn't expecting that at all. Kris flinched at the sting, but she said nothing. I waited a few seconds - to tease her - and then spanked her again, slightly harder. Kris's ass reddened immediately, but she just held the rail more firmly and stuck her ass out further, silently asking me to keep going. I spanked her two more times on each cheek, harder still. Kris tensed her body as my belt came down, anticipating the sensation. 

Suddenly, a couple of women entered the Ladies room. We remained totally hidden from view in our stall, but we stopped making noise for a few minutes. I made a point of not touching Kris during this time, leaving her alone with her thoughts – blindfolded and almost completely nude. 

Her magnificent ass, covered only by a tiny thong, was arched towards me suggestively due to her high heels and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of her.

The ladies finished up and began washing their hands and touching up their makeup at the mirror. I could see them through the louvers in the stall door. All the while, they discussed a certain gentleman at the inside bar. One of the ladies had arranged to meet him there from an online dating site. The other lady was a friend that she brought along for safety and support. They were pretending not to know each other, playing the game that they had just met at the bar while waiting for him to arrive. Apparently, he was proving to be a pleasant surprise. The man was more attractive than they thought he would be and funny as well. The ladies left the restroom and I turned my attention back to Kris. 

Kris heard the door shut behind them. She said to me, "do it again. Harder this time." 

Trying to follow her guidance, but not hurt her, I swatted Kris again across both ass cheeks three more times, reddening her skin with the sting of the leather. She winced, but I could tell that she still wanted more. 

Finally, Lisa entered the bathroom. She uttered a quizzical, "Kris?"

"Back here," I said. 

I unlocked the door and Lisa came into our stall. She saw that Kris was naked and blindfolded, and she also saw that I fully clothed, but holding my leather belt in my hand. She looked at me with a smirk and said, "oh wow. Seems like you two are kindred spirits, hitting it off pretty well." 

"Your turn," Kris replied. 

"Really," asked Lisa? "I have never done this before."

Lisa took a tentative step forward. She smoothed her hands over Kris's ass and admired the view, feeling Kris's soft skin and thong panties for a couple of seconds. Next, she traced her finger along the elastic of Kris's waistband. Kris started to react to Lisa's feminine touch and shifted her weight from one leg to the other as Lisa's hands explored her body. Lisa took the belt from my hand and teased Kris's back with the metal buckle. She was slow and deliberate, taking her time to enjoy the build-up of anticipation inside of Kris. 

Lisa took a few light swats at Kris's ass. She then rubbed the spot with her hand to feel the heat rising from Kris's reddened skin. While she did so, I reached between Kris's legs. Her panties were soaked. I pulled them aside and put two fingers inside of her. She wasn't expecting that extra set of hands touching her, so it was like an electrical current shot through her. Kris let out a long, low, sexy moan as Lisa and I both touched her simultaneously. 

Lisa asked Kris turn to around, so that they were facing each other. Lisa reached for Kris's tits and teased her nipples with both hands. She then basically repeated my earlier oral exploration of Kris's body. Lisa got down on her knees and pulled Kris's thong down, exposing her bare pussy for the second time. Lisa devoured her and, obviously, every single flick of her tongue made Kris quiver and go a little weak in the knees. I watched with envy, enjoying the site of two beautiful women having an intimate moment with no inhibitions at all.

Once again, the restroom door opened and a couple of ladies entered. However, Lisa and Kris did not stop what they were doing. We overheard a little gossip and laughter, and then – all of a sudden - they overheard a female orgasm happening in the handicap stall. There was no doubt about it. Their conversation came to a halt, followed by a curious murmur. The ladies lingered for a moment just to make sure and then politely left the restroom. 

Meanwhile, I had a serious erection that was beginning to ache from all of the visual stimulation. I pulled a condom out of my wallet and handed it to Lisa, saying "will you do the honors?"

Lisa took the condom out of its packet while I dropped my pants and boxers. She reached for my cock and rolled the condom down my shaft slowly. I turned Kris towards the wall and guided her hands back to the handrail again. With her heels on, she was the perfect height for me to enter her from behind. Still blindfolded, Kris spread her legs for me and reached down between them to find my cock waiting there. She directed me to her dripping hole and I entered her pussy with one thrust. We quickly found our pace and fucked furiously. Needless to say, this was rough and animalistic and there was no hint of romance going on here. I needed release as quickly as possible, and this wasn't the time or place to set any endurance records anyway. 

Out of nowhere, Lisa surprised me by supplying all of the commentary and dirty talk that the situation required, leaving me to simply grunt away. She placed her finger in Kris's mouth and said, "taste your pussy! It tastes good, doesn't it? You have such a tight little cunt. I can't believe it. I can't wait to eat you out again. You little whore. You are such a cock-tease. I see how Flaherty looks at you. He probably jacks off every day thinking about you." 

"Your getting off on this, aren't you? Getting fucked in a bathroom in a bar, nothing but a little slut, a little cock-whore. You like having that big dick in you right now, don't you? You are such a whore. I saw you flashing your panties earlier. I am surprised you bothered to wear any, you little tease. But you looked hot, all of those men staring at you. Staring at your tits. Oh my God, your tits! They are amazing. Isn't this what you wanted, getting fucked right now? Getting bent over and fucked out of your mind?" 




Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 04



Kris whimpered, "yes."

"Yes what?" demanded Lisa. "Yes, you like getting fucked from behind? Yes, you like getting pounded by a big dick. What? Say it."

"Yes, Yes" Kris answered. "I wanted this. All of it. I was thinking about it last night." 

"Good girl. This is so fucking hot. You are so hot. Oh my God, you are stunning. I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy again," Lisa said. 

Lisa's verbal encouragement was having an effect on all of us, especially Kris, and I could feel her pussy clamp down like a vice around my cock. Lisa was right, Kris's pussy was incredibly tight. I grabbed Kris's hips and slowed the pace back down slightly, still reeling from Lisa's impromptu play-by-play. With two more thrusts, I came massively, blowing my load into the condom. Lisa reached between Kris's legs, found her clit, and stroked her feverishly to yet another orgasm, after which I came to a stop and pulled out. 

I was wobbly, panting from the effort, completely spent. Lisa helped Kris unravel my tie/blindfold and handed it back to me. The two of them shared a lengthy kiss, and then they both took turns kissing me. 

Making no effort to get herself dressed, Kris began unzipping Lisa's skirt and slid it down to the floor. 

To be continued



Co-Worker Makes Her Move Ch. 05



With her skirt off and now hanging neatly from a peg on the door, Lisa turned me towards the wall and had me support my weight on the handrail as Kris had done earlier. She took the belt out of my hand with a sly grin and asked Kris to blindfold me with my tie.

"Assume the position," she laughed. 

I managed a mock protest as Kris looped my tie around my head and began tightening it. My last image before everything went dark was Lisa standing there in very sexy navy blue panties unbuttoning her top. When I leaned over, she smacked me with the belt. It stung a little bit, but not too bad. She took two more swats and I jumped a little bit. 

"Oh, was that too much?" asked Lisa, sarcastically. "I hope that didn't hurt."

Kris had evidently been looking at my cock during this time. I was beginning to get hard again. She kissed my cheek, took my girth in her hand, and started stroking me slowly. 

"I think he is going to be just fine," Kris reported to Lisa. "Look at this thing." 

With that, Lisa smacked me a fourth time. After that blow, she rubbed her hands on my ass, feeling the warmth of my now-reddened skin. The two of them slowly turned me around and I felt two different sets of hands touching me as they whispered to each other. Their hands were not the same size or temperature and, as they took turns jerking me off, I began to feel that familiar tightening in my balls. The sensation was really getting to me and I announced that I wasn't going to last too much longer.

"Shhh. No talking," said Lisa. To emphasize the point, she said, "open your mouth." I did as she instructed and Lisa stuffed her panties into my mouth as a gag. It was a funny moment and I heard the two of them chuckle. 

Next, they started taking turns sucking my cock. It was incredible. I couldn't tell who was who. They each took their time with me, slowly taking my whole length in their mouths and licking my pre-cum to share with each other. Listening to them murmur to each other, I was as stiff as I could ever remember being. I tried so hard not to cum that I started clenching my stomach muscles to the point that they were shaking. 

There comes a point where you just can't hold back any longer, now matter how determined you are, and I was at that point. Whoever's turn it was, I wasn't sure, but this game of musical chairs was just about over. I grabbed head and hair and just mouth-fucked whichever one it was relentlessly. I went completely rigid and cum spewed out of my cock. It felt like one continuous rope coming out of me. I wasn't aware of my breathing at all just moments ago, but I now realized I was panting like a dog, completely out of breath. 

My curiosity got the best of me and I yanked the blindfold off. I looked down to see who it was. There was Lisa, on her knees, smiling but also very short of breath. She wiped my cum off her cheeks and lips and chin. Lisa offered a sticky finger to Kris, who sucked it clean and said, "mmm. Nice."

I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I still had Lisa's panties in my mouth. Lisa and Kris continued tasting my cum and I just stood there dumbstruck, watching them. Lisa's phone rang. It was Flaherty, but she let it go to voice mail. She took a look at her new Rolex and said, "He usually doesn't call this late. I wonder what he wants?" 

Lisa stood up and Kris immediately went to work on her pussy, probing Lisa's wet slit with her fingers. I was mesmerized watching the two of them press their bodies together; breast to breast, nipple to nipple. 

Lisa's phone buzzed again, but this time it was a text message. She was having a moment - right now -- and didn't hear her phone at all. With Kris's mouth on her clit and her own two fingers deep inside herself, Lisa bucked and shimmied and moaned.

"Yes, yes. Oh my God, that feels amazing. Faster," Lisa cried. 

Lisa looked at me, noticing that I was sidelined at the moment. "Are you getting off on this? Are you enjoying it?" she asked me. 

"Absolutely," I confirmed. "Very glad to be here." To ratchet things up further, I tried to turn the tables on her, conjuring some of the same memorable commentary that Lisa herself used on Kris. It was either going to fail miserably or work out great. Go big or go home, I figured. 

"How about you, you dirty little cunt? Did you enjoy sucking my dick? You were down on your knees, in a bar, sucking me off like a little whore. Wiping my cum off your face! Did you like that? Did you like how my cum tasted? Did you like having me shoot my load in your mouth? All over your face? I can see my cum in your hair even now, you little slut. I am not done either. I am going to bend you over and fuck you in the ass. And you are going to take all of it. Every vein, every inch." 

Lisa was melting into a puddle with each passing minute. She mumbled something to me, almost unintelligibly. 

"I can't hear you," I said.

"Yes," she screamed. "Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to do that to me, now."

Just the idea of me violating her anally made Lisa grab Kris's face and grind her pussy against it. Lisa frantically humped Kris's nose and chin, grabbing fistfuls of Kris's hair to control the action. I witnessed her reaching deep within herself for a breathtaking orgasm. Kris softly licked Lisa's clit again and again as Lisa had a shattering climax. After they slowed down, the two friends embraced and smothered each other with kisses. 

Lisa's phone buzzed once again. "What the hell is going on? I guess I should call him back." 

Reluctantly, we all started getting dressed. Once we were ready to make our exit, the girls left the restroom first. To help me sneak out, they remained standing near the door. The signal that it was ok for me to emerge was two knocks. I opened the door and slid into place behind them, glancing around to see if anybody was looking. We walked quickly to the elevator and made our way down to the hotel lobby. 

"I am going to give Flaherty a quick call," said Lisa. "Please excuse me for a minute."

To give her some privacy, Kris and I went outside to catch some fresh air and to hail a taxi. Lisa joined us shortly thereafter and informed us that she had some interesting news.

"Our company has just been acquired by CPVision in London. They got a very good price, too. Flaherty is going to move over there and serve as SVP -- Global Sales. Our CEO is cashing out. He will serve out a six-month advisory tenure to the CPVision Board to help facilitate the integration of the two firms, but after that he's gone." 

Lisa looked at us closely and let the news sink in for a moment. I suddenly realized that with the change of control, my stock options would vest immediately rather than the customary three years. With no lock-up period, I would be free to cash out right away too, although on a much smaller scale than the CEO. 

"Flaherty has offered me his old position," Lisa continued. "I am going to be the new North American VP of Sales. They are going to announce it during the sales meeting tomorrow morning. Kris, I assume that Flaherty is going to want to take you with him to London. He has been trying to reach you, too." 

Kris took her phone out of her purse and noticed that her battery had died at some point.

"I will call him when we get back to the hotel," she said. "London would be amazing. I would move there in a heartbeat."

This was truly great news for each of us, financially. However, Lisa was now going to be my boss. The potential awkwardness of the situation dawned on me and I didn't think it would be fair to put Lisa in the compromising position of sleeping with one of her subordinates. She had paid her dues with this company and I had only been around for a short while. She shouldn't have to jeopardize this opportunity by starting out on the wrong foot. 

Back at the hotel, Kris went to her room to return Flaherty's call. I suggested to Lisa that we go up to the bar for a celebratory drink. 

Sitting at the bar, I said "Listen, I have been thinking about starting my own company for a while now. This particular trip notwithstanding, I have been a little bit bored lately and it feels like the right time to do something different." 

"I see," Lisa responded. 

"Do you have any plans for next weekend?" I asked. "We should sneak away to Miami; celebrate your promotion with a beach trip. I have a friend who owns a great bar down there, right on Lincoln Road. He makes a terrific mojito." 

"That sounds like fun," Lisa replied. "I have a ton of hotel points. We can stay at the W in South Beach. Besides, I have a few ideas that might cure your boredom." 

The End :-)