1 comments/ 26510 views/ 0 favorites Co-workers By: snoozfest They both worked for a large company with offices all over the world. They met during business trips to various offices, since their primary locations were thousands of miles apart. Will was a flirt and a charmer, but too humble to appreciate the sparks he ignited in his female co-workers. If Lynn hadn't made the first move, it would never have happened. She was glad she made that move and felt fairly certain that it had been good for him too. A brief fling on a business trip and that was the end of it. Or so she thought. Their paths were to cross again, as she knew they would, but she assumed that it was one more notch on his bedpost and he had moved on. This time, Lynn found herself in his town. Gentleman that he was, Will was there when she arrived, picking her up at the airport as he had done before.. Greeting her with a beaming smile and a hug he was genuinely pleased to see her. She knew he would be, but was trying to gauge just how pleased he was. He didn't let on that there was anything other than a fond friendship. She knew he wouldn't. The flirting began almost immediately, but it remained relatively tame. Lynn tried not to let her disappointment show and would have done nothing to jeopardize their friendship or mutual respect for each other, but she wanted him with such hunger she could taste him. She and Will had kept in touch between business trips with email and instant messaging. They remained flirtatious, but she knew he had other women in his life to fill his needs. The second night she was there, Will invited her out for dinner. A usual practice among colleagues and she expected to find their numerous co-workers sharing the table. But when she got there, he was already there and alone. They discussed work, life, books, etc, as usual, but finally the subject of sex emerged. She realized that he was still interested. Her whole body flushed at the thought and she was sure that he would misconstrue her heat as embarrassment and therefore, disinterest. She had to let him know, so she told him flat out; "If there is any chance at all, that you still like what you see, I want you to know that I am up for anything," raising her eyebrow on the word anything. His standard reply, "hmmmm, okay," left her feeling just as vulnerable as ever. They said no more on the subject, and went back to talking about work. He had plans for the evening so they said goodbye after dinner with the ubiquitous assertion that they would see each other at work the next day. She went back to the hotel, disappointed, but convinced that she had pegged him all along. Sitting at her desk, surfing the net, filling her needs through a fantasy world that she had become all too familiar with, she was greeted with an IM asking her what she was doing. She lied and said, reading email. He wanted to know if she had plans for the next night. It was a Friday. She admitted that she didn't, noting that she was planning on a day trip Saturday to visit friends in a nearby city that was an hour's drive away. Her heart leapt at the thought of what a Friday night might mean, but she tried not to get her hopes up. When Will told her that he was hoping they could get together, she asked what he meant by "get together." His only response was, you know, get together. She decided to risk it. The next day when Lynn dressed for work, she did so with the intention of being prepared for that anything that she had promised him. She showed up looking as professional as always and made it through the day all the while feeling the passion of possibility rising in her. She and Will never let on that they had plans. Other co-workers asked her what she was doing and she threw off their invitations for a night out by saying that she had to get up early for her trip the next day. In a quiet moment, Will asked her what her room number was at the hotel. She gladly gave it to him, wishing she had brought an extra key for him. Once again she chastised herself for getting her hopes up. She was an attractive woman, but career driven and with a habit of pushing men aside, so her sex life was less than it could have been. She hadn't been at the hotel more than 10 minutes when he came to the door. His soft knocks did not make her aware of how anxious Will was that she wouldn't be as pleased with him as she was during their last encounter. The idea of men having that kind of fragility never occurred to her, and he knew it. She let him in and Will was surprised to see she was still wearing her work suit. It was grey and fit her curves well. He found it very appealing to see a woman looking professional and yet somehow sexy at the same time. He commented that he thought she might have changed into something a little slinkier for him, as she had the last time they were alone together in a hotel room. She laughed, relieved that it wasn't all in her head and said; "okay, then I'll change." Turning her back to him she removed the dove grey jacket and leaned to put it over the back of a chair. He eyed the curve of her ass appreciatively as he watched her, remembering how firm it had felt in his hands. His loins were already stirring in anticipation. She was wearing a salmon coloured blouse under the jacket. The collar and cuffs had been visible all day, but now he noticed that they were darker then the rest of the blouse which seemed much more sheer. He didn't notice just how sheer until she stood up and turned towards him to reveal that it was completely see-through. It was also very tightly fitted and she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were larger than he generally liked, but they were very perky for their size (and her age) and they strained at the blouse as though they might force themselves through the fabric on their own. The colour of the blouse showed off her tanned, olive-toned skin. He could see her nipples hardening in anticipation. He watched her heavy breathing swelling her chest. Her breasts strained the buttons of her blouse until they seemed ready to pop off. Will groaned in appreciation and he felt his member swell in proportion. "You've been wearing that all day?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "I wore it just for you. Its been making me crazy all day thinking that I was two buttons away from exposing myself to you." He stepped towards her putting his arm around her waist and reaching for the top button her blouse. "I wish I had known," he said. "What, and make us both crazy?" she laughed. As he unbuttoned her blouse and his nimble fingers found their way to her breasts (oh those nimble fingers), she grabbed his other hand and slid it up the back of her thigh. "There's more," she said. His hand went under her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties either. The weather was warm enough that she had bare legs, but he hadn't anticipated the bare ass. "Oh my god," was all he could say. He had a sudden vision of her standing against his desk, as she often did when talking to him. She would lean her ass half seated on his desk and spread her legs tightening the skirt across her thighs. She usually talked with her arms crossed and he had eyed her legs thinking if the skirt only slid up a couple of inches he could have seen the colour of her panties. He was excited to think how much more of an eyeful than panties he would have had that day. He buried his head in her neck, pulled her closer to him and grabbed the ass that was every bit as firm as he remembered. One hand gently caressing her firm supple breast, bringing the nipple to its hardness, making her catch her breath and the other squeezing the round of her ass. Just as before, she was all his. Will had her blouse completely undone and was hiking her skirt up to her waist when Lynn stopped him. Pushing him back a little, she undid the zipper to her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She refastened one button on her blouse, to give her breasts a little more support (she wasn't as young as she used to be) and crawled back onto the bed. He came towards her with an obvious appreciation for her naked body and she said; "No, not with that many clothes on." She knew he would hesitate. He wasn't confident with his body. They had only ever had sex in the dark. It was still light in the room. She turned the lights down over the bed, but not off and waited. He started to undo his shirt, but she could see he wasn't comfortable standing in front of her undressing. "Come here and let me help," she said. Leaving him to the shirt, she went straight for his trousers, undoing the clasp and pulling the zipper down, she slid her hand inside. She felt the once familiar cock, rock hard and ready for anything. She slid everything off just as he removed his shirt. He caught himself, sitting on the bed to kick of his loafers and finish removing the rest of his clothes. Once fully unclothed he rolled over and held her. Moaning into her neck, she felt him running those incredibly nimble hands all over her. She had almost forgotten how good he was with his hands, almost, but not completely. After all, it's what she had been looking for. He caressed her breasts. Leaning over her and taking one in his mouth, he felt between her thighs and once again expressed appreciation for already wet pussy. She arched back and squirmed in ecstasy over the passion running through her body. He made her feel like a horny little 16 teen year old and she had been living with the memory of that for months. The anticipation she had built up was not to be disappointed, as she had feared it might. He was everything she remembered and more. His fingers alone brought her to climax, more than once, before she pulled him on top of her and guided him inside her. She had been caressing his member and it was as hard as it would get. A little pre cum and her incredibly wet pussy made the glide inside easy. He began to thrust, but she stopped him. She knew enough about men (mostly by memory) to know that a little frustration only enhanced the experience. "Don't move until I say its okay, okay?" she told him. "Mmmm, okay," was all he could answer having given way to the sensations that were now engulfing him. Holding his ass in her hands, she rocked under him, forcing his thrusts for him. Every time he began to thrust on instinct, she would remind him, "not yet," in a breathless voice in his ear. Will groaned, but he would stop. She was making herself come using his body the way she would her own hand. As much as he resisted, by the third time he moved, he couldn't take it anymore. "Please," he begged, "please let me." Lynn knew that she had him where he should be. "Okay," she breathed in his ear. He bore down on her and holding her face close to his, thrust with her rhythm until they both exploded in an orgasm that made him cry out. Spent, he held her tight and rolled on his side. Locked in their embrace they stayed touching each other in the afterglow. On Monday, Will and Lynn were as professional with each other as always. It struck her at one moment that they had never even kissed each other, but she would never get the sensation of the incredible sex out of her head. For that she would be grateful and willing anytime he wanted it. For his part, he noticed she was wearing the same suit. This time the collar and cuffs of the blouse were dark blue. He felt the familiar stir in his trousers as he imagined that colour against her skin. Co-Workers I guess I should start with a little something about myself. I am twenty four years old, unmarried. I'm about 5'4" with a curvy shape. My breasts are a 38C and very full and firm with pink nipples that stay hard. I have wavy black hair that is a few inches below my shoulders, I have nice legs and a great ass. Big, brown eyes and a sweet mouth. I can be very innocent looking and love to play up on that sometimes, I also like men to take control over me when it comes to sex. I get off on being dominated, and I like a little pain. I work in a large bookstore with a liberal hiring policy. There are no drug tests and they make it clear that alternatives lifestyles are welcome. Needless to say there are many gay and lesbian employees and also a number of potheads or people with other recreational activities. Myself, I am a pot smoking bisexual, so it seemed like the place for me. Everyone was really nice to me and I started talking to more and more people there. I'd been single a little while and wasn't looking for a relationship, but a friend would be nice. One of the men I work with is 12 years older than me, 36, but with a fun loving attitude and he looks young other than his graying black hair. He had very penetrating blue eyes that caught my attention. He was really funny and always flirting. Dan never really bothered hiding the fact that he was checking me out whenever I was near him. So I started dressing up for work. He made me feel good when I saw those blue eyes widen and then feel then traveling up and down my body. I started wearing skirts, stockings and heels even though the long hours killed my feet sometimes. I made sure my shirts fit well, outlining my big breasts, curved waist, and that my nipples could be seen when they were hard but not too obviously. One of my favorite outfits in different variations was this skirt I had that reminded me of a ballerinas. It had a pink sheath lining with black, fluffy, lacy material over it that floated to right above my knees. When I twirled in a circle the black part would swirl up and around me. I would often wear a tight light pink shirt with it, black fishnet stockings with a red seam up the back, and these platform heels designed like loafers. Whenever I would wear it Dan would smile and just keep looking at me. One day I wore the outfit, it was getting cooler outside so I came in with a black sweater over the pink shirt, kinda hiding the effect. Dan smiled as I walked by, "I love those shoes Jess. You look really nice today." I smiled back and said a quick thanks before dashing down an aisle of books to get to the office. I needed to store my things before I clocked in. I was glad to see Dan there but disappointed that I had the sweater on when he saw me. At least he was working in customer service so whenever I clocked in or out he would be there. I took off my sweater and stored it and my purse in my locker. I checked the clock and then looked at the days schedule. Me and Dan were both closing. We'd be here til almost eleven. I was happy so I walked out to the customer service desk to clock in. Dan wasn't there, he must've been helping a customer. Damn. Oh well, at least I know I'd see a lot of him today. I moved into the circular desk and started typing in my numbers. I felt someone come up behind me, "I love that skirt on you. And the Victoria Secret stockings." Dan said softly into my ear when I clocked in. I smiled, liking that he knew where the stockings came from proving that men can pay attention to good lingerie, and turned around, "Thanks Dan. It's so comfortable, plus it twirls!", I demonstrated the effect for him. We were standing close together and the edges of my skirt brushed his pants as I twirled in a small circle. We started talking a bit as the store wasn't that busy. He told me about his marriage. He was married to a great lady and they had an open relationship. "Wait, so you're married but you can sleep around?" I said, kinda surprised, I only knew one couple that had an open marriage. "Yeah. That bothers some people." He said looking directly into my eyes as we stopped on opposite sides of a table we were straightening. "Not me. I think its cool, just don't know that many people secure enough to do that. I couldn't. Too selfish, don't like to share whats mine." I said laughing, looking back at him and letting my eyes take a quick trip down his trim, well built frame. "Good. So what about you? I don't see a ring. You have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?" He said when my eyes met his again, his smile bright against his salt and pepper beard and mustache. Those bright blue eyes sliding from my face to my breasts and staying there for a few minutes before meeting mine again. "I'm single. Now. Just got out of a bad relationship and am not looking for anything serious." I said smiling at the way he looked at me. "Good to know." Dan said, bringing his eyes to my tits again before my attention was called by another coworker. She wanted me to cover her section as she was sick and going home. Her section was right by Dan's so I agreed. Now we could be close and talking all night. Dan talked to her for a moment as she clocked out and then looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and walked away into Dana's section. The night went on with Dan often coming to talk to me or me going to customer service to talk to him. We were flirting more and more. I wondered where this would lead tonight. I sat outside on my break, thinking, reading and smoking. It was getting cold so when I went back in my nipples were obviously rock hard. I walked up to clock back in and Dan turned around and grinned when he saw my hard nipples poking out my shirt. "Cold outside, Jess?" He said smiling. "You really do look good tonight." "Thanks Dan. And yeah...It's a little cold, as you can plainly see." I said over my shoulder as I walked away again, his laughter in my ears. We finally got busy and Dan and I couldn't talk much more before we closed. Once the store was straightened up we all walked outside. Dan and I happened to park near each other so we walked to my car talking. We both leaned against it and settled in, talking about all kinds of shit. Somehow our conversation turned to sex. We had been outside now for about two hours just talking. Dan started telling me about the sex he had outside his marriage. He was making me hot talking about how he liked rough sex, dominating, talking dirty, doggy style, basically everything I liked in sex. "Fuck. It's cold out here. Let's get in your car." Dan said after telling me about an experience he had with a couple where he fucked the wife and they both dominated the husband. "Sounds like a plan." I said smiling as I turned to unlock the doors. We got in the car and I started it, turning up the heat. We started talking again. "So what do you like? When it comes to sex..." Dan said softly, putting his hand on my seat above my shoulder. I leaned my head back, close to his hand and replied, "I like everything you were talking about, I like to be dominated, I like to be fucked doggy-style hard and fast, I love getting talked to real dirty. I like my neck bit a lot...always gets me hot. I like being bitten. Stuff like that." I said softly looking up at him. Dan smiled slowly. He suddenly reached for me and he yanked me into his body and gripped the back of my neck and kissed me hard and deep. His tongue plunging through my lips and stroking my mouth. We sat in my car underneath the lights in the parking lot to our store making out, it was like 2 in the morning so the lot was mostly empty. He started biting and sucking on my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. He started sucking hard on my neck, alternating between that and biting. He slid his soft hands down my sides and over my breasts he started playing with my nipples, pinching them and pulling them. "I love how hard your nipples are. I kept seeing them tonight, even when it wasn't cold. I knew you wanted me. It was so hot." Dan whispered against my ear as he moved his hands under my shirt and under my bra. I moaned as his bare skin found my soft tits, his skin was like satin on me. He started getting rougher with me, one hand sliding back up to my hair, gripping my hair and pulling my head so he could kiss me again. He began really pinching my nipple hard as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. He stopped kissing me and smiled at me as he bent his head to take my hard nipple into his mouth. Dan flicked his tongue across my nipple as his lips closed around it, making me moan loudly. His teeth slowly sank into my breast as he sucked my nipple hard, one hand still in my hair making me arch my breast into his mouth as the other hand was busy pinching and pulling my other nipple. "Oh Dan, that feels so good...." I whimpered softly as he kept playing with my tits in the parking lot where anyone could see us. He moved his lips from my hard, aching nipple and looked at me as he removed his hand from my hair so he could play with both my big tits. "You like this don't you? Being where anyone can see us with your tits bare, moaning for me?" Dan asked me as he pinched my nipples hard, making my eyes close and letting a groan tear through my throat. "Well, tell me, Jess. Do you like this? Acting like a slut? Hmm, Jess..." he asked again, pulling on my nipples hard then releasing them and sitting back a little. "Oh god...Yes. Yes I like this. I love sitting here with you in public acting like a slut. Please Dan, don't stop, please...." I begged him, opening my eyes and staring at him, pulling my lip through my teeth. "Good girl," Dan smiled before leaning down and biting my nipple hard, making me cry out again. He put his hand on my tit again and grabbed hard, squeezing my breast before sliding his hand down my waist and hip before suddenly grabbing my pussy hard through my skirt and grinding his palm into my wet cunt. I moaned really loud and pushed into his hand. He licked up my neck to my ear and said "You are a hot bitch, aren't you? I can feel how hot your cunt is through all this. You want more Jess?" Dan whispered before he attached his teeth to the lobe of my ear and kept rocking his hand on my pussy. "I loved the way you just begged me, I'm going to make you beg a lot more before we're through Jess. Now tell me." Dan gravelly whispered into my ear. "I want to hear my little slut beg for more. Jess, tell me what you want." He started licking and biting my neck and throat again, his palm still pressed hard between my legs. "Dan, Please....I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to suck my nipples. I want more Dan. Please....give me more." I begged him softly as his lips moved down my body and his hand slid from my pussy. He reached under my skirt and started rubbing my cunt through my panties as his lips found my nipples again. He tore through my fishnets and started stroking my pussy through my lace panties. "Hmmm, your so wet Jess. I can't wait to finally slide my cock into you." Dan whispered against my nipples as his fingers stroked my soaking wet panties. "You want more slut?" Dan said harshly, biting my nipple. "Yes. Dan, Yes I want more. Oh God, you feel so good. I love what you do to me." I cried out, clutching his head as he bit my nipple and fluttered his tongue against it at the same time. Dan pushed his hand into my panties and started rubbing my clit hard, his fingers together rushing up and down my clit fast. I cried out and moved against his hand as he rubbed my wet clit, laughing. "My little slut is easy to please. And your cunt is so wet for me." Dan said as slipped two fingers into me hard and fast, making my back arch as I bit my lip and rode his hand. "That's right Jess. Cum on my hand, let me feel that tight cunt cum on my fingers." I cried out, "Yes....make me cum Dan. Make your slut cum." and moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out fast, and began sucking my nipple again as his other hand squeezed my other breast. I placed my hand on his crotch and moaned louder when I felt his cock. He felt long and thick through his pants. I started rubbing his cock as he fucked me with his fingers, as I moved on his big dick his fingers started fucking me harder and he attacked my breasts with more passion. Pulling my nipple with his teeth as I reached for the waist of his pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants when he suddenly thrust another finger in my wet cunt and used his thumb hard and fast on my clit. I leaned my head back into the car seat and screamed as I came hard on his hand, loving the rough way he played with my cunt and tits. After I came he slowed a bit. I opened my eyes and smiled at him as he continued to finger me softly. "You look so hot when you cum slut. Do you like the way my fingers feel stretching your tight pussy? My hard cock under your hand?" Dan said. "Thank you sir. I love your fingers in my cunt. Can I please see your cock? It feels so good so far." I asked him sweetly, arching my pussy onto his hand. Dan smiled and leaned back from me, finishing what I had started he pulled his thick cock out. I bit my lip and he laughed as I saw it the first time. His cock was about seven and a half inches long and really really thick, with a very large head. "You like that Jess? It'll stretch that cunt of yours nicely, won't it slut?" Dan asked me as he began stroking his cock slowly. "Oh yes...."I moaned out as I leaned down to take him into my mouth. I slid my lips over his large cockhead and began sucking him slowly. I couldn't fit that much into my mouth, he was so thick so I licked and sucked what I could while I stroked the rest of his cock with my hand. "Oh, Good girl Jess. Your lips feel so good on my cock. Suck it baby." Dan moaned as I began to take more of his cock into my mouth. He reached his hand back between my legs as I was sprawled across both seats into his lap, my legs spread with my skirt around my hips. I moaned on his cock as he started flicking my clit and pinching it. I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the big head of his cock as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. "You cock-sucking slut....oh god yeah," Dan moaned as I played with his big dick, "your mouth looks so good wrapped around my dick Jess." He kept pinching my clit, making me moan on his cock. I reached my hand down and began playing with his smooth shaven balls, rolling them between my fingers as I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock. I took my mouth from his cock as he moaned loudly, slipping his fingers up and down my wet cunt, stroking my slit. I lowered my face a little, turning and looking up at him as I leaned in and slowly stuck my tongue out, licking his thick cock shaft from the head down to his balls. I licked his balls looking into his eyes, letting my tongue bath his smooth sack. "Oh you little slut. That's right, lick my balls. I love to see your mouth on my nuts and on my cock." Dan moaned as I took his balls into my mouth one at a time, sucking them softly then harder as he slipped two fingers back in my cunt and started fucking me with them, hard. I licked and sucked on his balls and then licked my way back up his cock. I moaned and looked up at him as he finger fucked my wet pussy before sliding my mouth back over his cock head as his thumb found my clit. I sucked hard and fast on his cock, choking a little on his thickness as he got me closer to cumming again. He thrust his cock into my mouth as I sucked him, moaning on his big cock. "Jess you're gonna make me cum. Keep sucking my cock slut. Make me cum. I love this wet cunt of yours, can't wait to fuck it like I'm fucking your mouth" Dan whispered to me as his cock slid into my mouth like his fingers were in my cunt. "That's right, moan on my cock bitch." I sucked his cock harder while he made me cum again on his hand. His thick dick got bigger in my throat as he moaned loudly, "I'm gonna cum, slut. Swallow it Jess." Dan grunted out as he pulled his cock out until just the head was in my mouth. Hot cum sprayed my mouth as his big head spurted into me. I swallowed as he unloaded in my mouth, loving the taste of his cum. I sucked his cock until it began to soften. I lifted my head from his lap and looked up at him, "How was that Dan?" I asked him sweetly. "That was great Jess. You are a good cock sucking slut. It's too bad it's almost four in the morning. I'd love to fuck that tight cunt." Dan said with a smile. "We'll get together again soon. Don't worry. I can't wait to feel you stretching me out." I said with a smile, placing his cock back into his pants as he pulled my skirt down. Co-workers You and I have been working in the same office for over a year. The sexual tension has been building over time, yet neither of us knows how the other truly feels. The sexual comments between us could be taken as flirtatious or just having fun. At the last minute, your schedule frees up and you join me for a dinner with clients. Towards the end of dinner I whisper to you that I've had quite a bit to drink and shouldn't drive myself home, so I'm going to call a cab. You discreetly volunteer to take me home instead. After a year working together, I trust you and know you won't try and take advantage of the situation (although I secretly wish you would). We share some laughs at the music in the car - seems the radio station is playing club music, which has us both thinking secretly about sex with the other person. You drop me off at my house, and walk me to my door to make sure I get in safely. After I get the door opened, I turn to thank you for driving me home. Our eyes lock together, both of us trying to read what the other is thinking. I don't want to say goodnight, but I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to ask you to come in. Although there seems to be a mutual attraction, I've been wrong before and don't want to mess up a friendship. You mention something casual about how well dinner went with the clients, to break the silence. I agree with you. You take my hand in yours, and say, "I'm glad I could join you." I take a step inside, still holding your hand, and say, "Me too." You ease your way into my front door, and close it behind you. Words weren't needed for the moment. The sexual tension of the past year melts between us and increases at the same time. I move closer to you, staring into your eyes, anticipating your kiss. You lean down to me, your lips softly brushing against mine. Enjoying the moment, I inhale and take in your masculine scent. I reach for your face, as your hands run through my hair. We kiss softly at first, slowly feeling each other out for what's next. I'm excited as you kiss me deeper, more passionately. It's exactly what I wanted tonight, but was afraid to expose my fantasies. I've thought a lot about what it would be like to kiss you. My fantasies weren't even close, as it is so much better in person. My tongue traces your lips, then deep kisses, tasting you completely. My body aches for you, the overwhelming desire to feel your cock inside of me. But I don't know what you're thinking, and if something is going to happen tonight, I want to enjoy every moment. I don't want to rush it. As we kiss, my hands slip through your hair, down your neck, to your back, pulling you closer against me. My lips leave yours, as I kiss your neck and behind your ears. You groan softly with pleasure. "I want you," I whisper in your ear. As I do, you tilt my head back, kissing my exposed neck. I take this as your answer, your way of letting me know you want me to. It sends tingles down my spine, right to my pussy, which is growing wetter by the moment. I look back at you, our eyes mischievous with passion. I feel your cock through your pants pressing against me, getting harder as we continue to kiss. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. You lift me up against the wall, your hands on my ass, my arms around your neck, and my legs wrapped around your waist. Your cock presses against my pelvis as we kiss again, so deeply and passionately. Our bodies pressed together, grinding together as one. You take me over to the bed, gently lying me down on top of the sheets. You slip my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts cradled in a light pink bra. Your fingers trace the outline of the bra against my chest. You lean down and softly kiss my chest and right breast, as your hand cradles my left breast. Your lips trace back up my chest, along my neck, to my lips. As we kiss, you reach behind me and in one snap, unhook my bra. Mmmmm, sexual confidence oozes from you. I get even more turned on, anticipating what will come next. As you lean above me on the bed, my hands slide across your chest, feeling your muscles through your shirt as I go along. I want more. I need to feel your bare skin against me. I unbutton your shirt, sliding my fingers along your skin as I work my way down. As I undo the last button, my hands wander from your rock hard abs up your chest. I slide the shirt over your shoulders and arms, exposing your chest to mine. God you're hot. The shirts you wear in the office conceal your rock hard body. You lean down for another kiss, your bare chest pressing against mine. I arch my back to push my breasts further against you. You slowly work your way down from my lips, tracing my neck, along my chest, paying attention to each breast. Then your mouth wanders from my chest down my stomach, kissing along the edge of my pants. In most situations, my stomach is so ticklish it's off limits. But with you, it's different. The rush of adrenaline, the anticipation, I am so aroused that it just feels so good. You unbutton and unzip my pants, sliding them off. You are turned on by the black lace thong that I'm wearing. You kiss my pussy through the lace, noticing how hot and wet it is already. You pull it to the side, exposing my swollen clit to your tongue. You drive me wild as you suck and flick my clit with your tongue, while you finger my pussy at the same time. Damn it feels good, like no one has ever done before. It doesn't take long, and you have me writhing with pleasure, my hips thrashing around. You eventually take my panties off, admiring the full view of my shaved pussy, glistening with wetness. You continue to suck my clit while you slide your fingers in and out of my pussy, pushing up against my g-spot. I have my first orgasm for the night, a small one, knowing there will be a lot more tonight. I push you over to your back and lean over to kiss you. I can taste my pussy juices in your mouth as we kiss. My cheek slides against yours, as I kiss behind your ear and your neck. I work my way down, and my tongue traces the shape of the muscles on your chest. I circle one of your nipples and playfully bite it, causing you to gasp with excitement. I slowly work my way down your torso, my warm breath and kisses teasing you all along. I unbutton and unzip your pants, and slide them off to the floor. I settle on my knees between your legs, one hand on your thigh and the other hand encircling your cock. I feel you stiffen as I stroke you. My tongue circles your tip, and I look up at you as I take your hard cock in my warm and wet mouth. You groan with pleasure as my mouth moves up and down along your shaft in rhythm with my hand. My mouth alternates between slow and deep, then faster, then letting my hand slide to the head of your cock, circling it with hard pressure. My tongue makes its way along the bottom of your cock to your swollen balls. I take your balls in my mouth and suck ever so gently. My tongue works its way back up your cock, circling the tip. I press my lips against the head of your cock, letting them spread apart as my mouth plunges down on your cock, sucking you in. Your hips involuntarily thrust toward me, wanting to be deeper. You pull me up towards you, your hands sliding down to my hips, guiding my wet pussy to your hard cock. Your cock rubs against my clit, creating extra wetness in my pussy. I want your cock in me so bad, the anticipation is almost too much. I lean down to kiss you, and as I do your cock slides into my warm wet pussy. I ride you with slow, intent motions, savoring the feel of your cock in me, FINALLY. You thrust your hips forward, pushing your cock deep into me. I lean back, allowing your cock to glide repeatedly against my g-spot. That sends me over the edge, and I lean down and kiss you fiercely, our sexual desires at their peak. I softly say in your ear, "Fuck me Trev. Come on, deep." All of my inhibitions are gone, and I am truly in the moment. You can feel my muscles start to contract around your cock. Knowing I'm on the verge of cumming, you drive up inside me as eagerly as I bear down against you. My eyes roll back with pleasure, and my back arches deeply, begging your cock to go deeper, harder. I moan and gasp with pleasure as your cock thrusts into my pussy. But you have total control of your cock and orgasms, like I've never known from a guy. Just when I thought you were going to cum, you throw me over onto my back, my legs still wrapped around your waist. You pump me harder with your cock, then put my ankles up on your shoulders, giving you even deeper access to my wet pussy. You love to look down and see your cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. I start playing with my clit as you're pumping me, which sends another wave of orgasms through my body. I feel you become harder and bigger as you push your hips down onto mine, thrusting your cock deeper into me. I stare back into your eyes, my pussy muscles contracting and squeezing your cock as you cum, milking all of the cum out of it. My body goes limp, not from exhaustion, but from pure exhilaration, the sexual high I have wanted for so long. You collapse next to me in total bliss. I look and you and say, "I have a confession." (You get a concerned look on your face, not knowing what I'm about to say.) I continue, "For all of the sexual fantasies I have had about you during the past year, nothing could compare to this." Relieved that was my confession, you say, "So you had fantasies too?" Co-Workers Become More "I don't see the big deal. They are just tits," Lucy said as she smiled. "Hell, everyone has them. Fat Diane has them. Maria definitely has them. Even you have them! I don't see what the big deal is. She flipped her straight brown hair over her shoulders with a grin. "Yes, I know everyone has them. No one wants to see Fat Diane's though. In fact, I would like to never think about those again in my life," Patrick said back. He shifted in his seat nervously. "And Maria? What about hers? I know you have a bit of a crush on her. You want to see them, don't ya?" Lucy replied. "I.. I don't know what you are talking about,.: Patrick was glad to be sitting down at the table in the break room. Just the thought of Maria and her large breasts got him excited. "That's what I thought. I have known you for two years now. I know you a lot better then you think I do, bro. I have to get back to work. Just think about it, Pat. Okay? I think you would have a lot of fun there." Lucy stood from the table and exited the room, but not before giving Patrick one more smile as she did. Lucy and Patrick were close friends at work. They occasionally hung out outside of work as well. Their relationship was almost like brother and sister, although there was always a little bit of sexual tension between them. It might have been different if Patrick had met her first. But instead he met Maria at work a few weeks earlier then he met Lucy. The two women couldn't have looked any more different. Maria was Puerto Rican with light brown skin and dark curly hair. Her eyes were green. She had a few extra pounds to her, but she carried them well. Her breasts were full, probably a D cup. Lucy was an inch shorter then Maria with straight brown hair and brown eyes. She had smaller breasts, but they were definitely a perky B cup. Maria had made it known that she had no feelings towards Patrick. She thought he was a nice guy, but definitely not her type. Besides, she was involved in a relationship with Michael. She knew he had feelings for her, and took advantage of it anytime she could. Her relationship with Michael was far from perfect, so it was nice to know that she could still get someone's attention with just the snap of her fingers. Maria definitely took advantage of it from time to time. Lucy was tired. She has been forced to work two jobs in the last few months. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep, but she knew that wasn't really an option. Her shift at the store ends at six o'clock and her second job starts at 8 o'clock. But it helped pay the bills, so she couldn't complain as much as sometimes she wanted to. Her second job definitely pays more. Plus she was good at it. She looked down at her watch. From across the store, she saw Patrick standing in Men's wear. She flashed him a smile before she went to straighten the Women's Jeans that always got messed up during the course of the day. Lucy ducked into the dressing room and reached into her pocket. She took out her cell phone and sent a quick text to Patrick. It just said "Come on, you know you want to. Just think about it." Patrick felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He knew that his job frowned upon texting and talking on the phone during business hours. But it was done on a day to day basis. You just had to know how to get a way with it. And Patrick certainly knew the spots in the store that he could hide for a moment to answer a text. He stood behind the register, looking like he was straightening out the bags as he took his cell phone. A smile came across his face as he read "Come On, you know you want to. Just think about it.: His finger hit the reply button. "I AM thinking about it...: He sent it across the store. In his head he was trying to rationale it. "What am I going to do tonight? Sit home alone and have a beer. Or I could go out. It really does make more sense to go out," he said in his head. "But on the other hand, it might just be a little too weird. I don't know!" Out of the corner of his eye, Patrick saw his boss Ronald coming. Quickly he put his cell phone back in his pocket and returned to his task at hand of arranging the bags. Lucy had a big smile on her face when she saw his response. Patrick left work slightly after Lucy did. He still hadn't made up his mind if he was going to visit her at her other job, but deep down he knew the truth. Every time they talked he was feeling more of a spark between them. He knew he was going to go that night. Patrick went home and had a beer. He looked at the clock on the wall and thought maybe he would shower before he left. He stripped out of his clothes quickly and turned the water on. He thought of her, of Lucy. He had no idea what was going on between them. Maybe it was all in his head, he thought. It wouldn't be the first time. He thought at one point Maria had a crush on him, but clearly she didn't. Oh well. He didn't want to disappoint her. She clearly was expecting him to show up tonight. So he was going to. He left his apartment a little after 8:00 and drove his Blue Chevy across town. It took Patrick a few minutes to build the confidence to go in. He sat in the parking lot. "This is going to change our friendship, regardless," he mumbled to himself. He couldn't control the hard on he had in his pants. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he opened the driver side door and stepped out. The weather was cool outside. Slowly, he made his way across the parking lot. As he got to the front door, Patrick took another deep breath and made his way inside the building. Patrick talked to the guy at the door, who let him pass. A third deep breath as Patrick entered the main room. He looked around the room, but couldn't find Lucy. There was a part of him that was regretting it but there was another part that knew he wanted to be here all along. He took a seat towards the middle of the room. It was a crowded room, but Patrick didn't expect any less. From somewhere in the corner of the room, a man came on the PA system. "Please welcome to the stage... Miss Charity!.: The men and a few women hollered as Miss Charity appeared on the center stage in front of them. But it wasn't Miss Charity. No, it was Lucy. Another deep gulp as she danced. He watched her, completely mesmerized by her. Sure, they had gone to the beach one time last year, but clearly he was seeing a much different side of her. And a whole lot more of her as well. Patrick squirmed in his chair, his eyes never leaving her eyes. Lucy danced to the bad techno music the best that she could. Her eyes scanned the crowd that night. It was the usual crowd of drunk horny men. But then she smiled, because she saw him there. Patrick had come to see her. Patrick couldn't believe his eyes. She looked like a sex goddess on stage, her body gyrating perfectly. For a moment their eyes locked on each other. He whispered to himself "Wow, she is gorgeous up there.: He felt himself getting hard under the table. He tried to re-adjust himself, but it didn't matter. His cock was fighting him and it would ultimately win. After all that's why he was in the strip club tonight. "I know what I want to give to Charity," a voice said from behind Patrick. He snapped out of his fantasy and turned around to see a bunch of 40 somethings sitting at the table next to him. "My five inch cock!," one said to the other. They all laughed. But Patrick didn't laugh. He stood up angerily. His instinct to protect Lucy had kicked in. "What did you say?" he hissed at the man who said it. "She is gorgeous. I'd love to fuck her...," Patrick went into a blind rage upon hearing him talk about Lucy like that. His fist balled quickly, catching the guy in the gut. His buddies jumped up and separated the two of them. The first guy recovered and fought back, punching Patrick in the face before the bouncers could get to them. Lucy stopped dancing as she saw the melee breaking out. She jumped down from the stage but it was too late. Patrick was on the ground and bouncers were about to pick him up and escort both tables out of the club. She tried to talk to Patrick, but couldn't get close enough before he was out the door. Patrick sat in his car for what seemed like forever. He couldn't believe he would just snap like that. He drove home in silence. His fist hurt slightly, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He had never just acted like that, especially sober. He got home and just walked into his apartment, head down and quiet. He tried to go to sleep but all he saw was Lucy on stage. The mixture of the lights and the music put him sensory overload. And then the white flash of anger surrounded him again. He wanted to do more then punch that guy in the gut. But it happened so quickly. Patrick looked at the clock for the 100th time since he got home. It was now 1:30 in the morning. He walked out into the kitchen, flipping on the light. His throat was dry so he poured himself a glass of water. There was a sound in the hallway. At first, Patrick ignored it. He thought maybe his neighbors were coming home. But he heard it again. He walked out into the living room and looked into the peep hole. It wasn't his neighbors in the hallway. It was Lucy. There was a third soft sound as she knocked again. Patrick unchained the door and opened it. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I had been sitting out in the parking lot for a while. I didn't know if you were up or not. I didn't want to call and wake you up. But then I saw the light come on so I thought I would...," she explained. "I am so sorry about that. I don't know what got into me. I hope that you will forgive me," he said. "Forgive you? For what? For sticking up for me. I thought it was sweet, Patrick. Can I come in?" she asked. Patrick took a step aside, opening the door all the way for her. Lucy stepped into the apartment. The blue door closed behind her. As soon as the door closed, Lucy and Patrick looked at each other. "I just want to explain...," Patrick started to say. But Lucy didn't give him the chance. She stepped forward, eliminating the space between them. She kissed him on the lips, slowly. Patrick was startled for a moment, not expecting that from her. His arms wrapped around her once he gained his senses, returning her kiss. He leaned his body against hers. They began to kiss passionately, lost in each other's lips. He pressed her body against the front door, his hands sliding through her soft brown hair. Patrick took a step back after several minutes of kissing. He couldn't wrap his mind around what had just happened. Lucy stood at the door, shocked that he stopped kissing her. She was about to open her mouth when Patrick closed the space between them this time and grabbed her back in his arms for another round of passionate kisses. Their tongues and lips pressed against each other. Lucy took Patrick's hand off her waist and slid it to her breasts. His hand squeezed at her breasts, the breasts just hours ago he saw for the first time as she danced. It seemed to intensify the kiss. She could feel him pressing hard up against her. Patrick's mouth lowered to her neck, as he once again pressed his body against hers, holding her against the door. Lucy's hands moved to his ass, squeezing through his shorts as she closed her eyes. She moaned softly. His hot breath covered her neck. Patrick slid his hand from over shirt, to under it. The feeling sent shivers up and down Lucy's spine. His hand tightened around her breast. His fingers reached into the bra cup and slid across her hardening nipple. Patrick returned his lips to hers, their tongues once again sliding against each other. Lucy lifted her hands up over her head. He didn't need to be told twice. He removed his hand from her shirt and quickly lifted the shirt over her head as gracefully as he could. Her shirt dropped to her side as she went for his shirt. He grinned as he felt the fabric move over his face. Lucy slipped off her bra quickly. Patrick pulled her into his arms for another passionate kiss, feeling her breasts against his chest. "I knew that when I saw you out there from the stage that by the end of the night, we would be in this position," Lucy whispered in his ear. "You planned it this way, didn't you?" he whispered back. "Why do you think I was so insistent that you came tonight?" They grinned at each other. Patrick didn't answer her. All he did was bend down to his knees and kiss her breasts softly in his mouth. A moan escaped Lucy's mouth as she caressed the back of his head. She sighed as she felt his mouth enclose on her nipples. It lasted only a few kisses before Patrick stood up to his feet and kissed her again. This time his hand reached for hers. She wrapped her hand in his. "Are you sure you want to do this? It will totally change our relationship..," Patrick said softly. "I think it's a little too late for that. You have all ready seen me naked. We have kissed. You kissed my breasts. I think our relationship has all ready changed. And I am okay with it. I told you, this was what I was hoping would happen," Lucy responded with a squeeze of his hand. Together they walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Lucy kissed him once she stood near the bed. Her hands slipped down his back and squeezed his ass through his pajama shorts. It sent a shiver down his spine. She gently pulled them down his legs. Patrick stepped out of them. She gazed down to his blue striped boxers and the erection that was poking out of the front of it. She began to stroke him through the light fabric. Patrick reached for her blue jeans. He quickly removed them down her legs. Lucy stepped out of them and flipped them to the side. Patrick's eyes gazed up and down her body, now standing in front of him in only black panties. Even though he had seen her like this only hours ago, it took his breath away. He kissed her passionately as she tugged his boxers down to his feet. There was a sense of urgency between them now. The kisses got deeper as the rest of their clothes, her panties, hit the ground. Patrick wrapped his arms around her and gently picked her up into the air and laid her down on the bed. He took a step to the night stand to the left of the bed and opened it. He pulled out a box of condoms and opened one carefully. Lucy's eyes strolled up and down his body. Patrick had a few extra pounds on him, but otherwise was a good looking guy. She admired his ripped arms and strong muscular legs. But she couldn't help but admire his hard cock. She figured he had a good size cock, but never expected it to be as big as it actually was. His fingers wrapped the condom around it as he returned to the front of the bed. Lucy opened her arms and her legs for him. Patrick knelt on the bed between her legs, kissing up her body from her breasts to her neck to her mouth. His cock nestled against her opening. Their lips kissed as passionately. She could feel him teasing her. Finally, she reached between their bodies. Patrick's eyes opened wide as he felt her guide him inside her for the first time. They both sighed heavily in pleasure. Their gazes met with a smile on both their faces. He started off pushing slowly, enjoying the feeling of her body. Lucy caressed his face as she pulled him in for another passionate kiss. Her lips moaned softly against his as she felt him inside her. Their tongues danced and darted in each other's mouths. Lucy encouraged him to move faster, sliding her hands from his face to his back, lightly dragging her nail against his skin. Picking up on the signal, Patrick began to move a little faster inside her. He extended his arms slightly, lifting himself over her. His eyes dropped slightly to admire her beautiful body. A series of soft whimpers and moans escaped Lucy's mouth. Her hands kept pushing Patrick's body to move faster. Patrick pushed her brown hair off her neck, allowing him to kiss her neck as his body moved. That drove Lucy crazy. Her moans increased. Her nails continued to rub against his back. She let her hand drop lower, squeezing his ass. Patrick sighed heavily, content as he made love to Lucy. It was soft and gentle. But there was an urgency between the two of them. He began to moan as well. The room was soon filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Her hips began to move against his now. She could feel her body tensing up. All Lucy wanted was for the moment to last, but she knew she was going to lose it sooner rather then later. She felt his hot breath on her neck and his lips and teeth gently nibbling on her ear. She wrapped her legs around his hips now, pushing him further into her. Together their bodies moved in rhythm. Lucy began to moan. She grabbed the back of his head and brought it back to her mouth for a passionate kiss. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer and was hoping he wouldn't either. Their tongues twirled and danced together as their bodies moved in unison together. She grew tighter around him. She began to whimper softly. He was so hard inside her. She slid her hands down his back, dragging her nails until she got to his ass. She grabbed him hard, pushing him deeper inside her. And with that, she erupted loudly. Patrick listened to the sweet and erotic sounds that escaped Lucy's mouth. Their eyes once again locked on each other. He began to move faster, knowing he was going to cum soon too. He shuddered as he felt her warm hands sliding up and down his body, squeezing his ass. He never thought in a million years he would be with her, but the look in their eyes said it all. They were making mad passionate love to each other for the first time, but most likely not for the last. Patrick kissed her as his body tightened now. He tried to hold on, but he couldn't anymore. The room echoed with his scream. He filled the condom that was buried deep inside her. Lucy slowly rolled him off of her and onto his side. She leaned to him, kissing him much more softly this time. Patrick struggled to get his breath as he looked into her green eyes. She smiled and laid her head on his chest, drifting off to sleep together.