Filthy professors work HARD: a few reasons why torrid office affairs are fucking fantastic [f/m] | 2016

edited to add picture (first paragraph) Just a few reasons why torrid office affairs are fucking fantastic:

When business and pleasure collide: yesterday, we were sexting back and forth at work. I was telling him how turned on I was from seeing and feeling his huge erection earlier in the day and that I was dying to run my tongue across the tip and taste his precum. I sent him a picture of my ass in my new panties http://i.imgur.com/zNmTBch.png?2 and he said he wanted to bend me over the desk and cum all over it. About 10 seconds later, my office phone rings, and it’s him….with a professional question from another colleague. So we’re simultaneously having a completely professional discussion on the phone, and a filthy sex-filled conversation via text. The dichotomy almost made my brain explode, and Dylan said he felt the same way. He said the third colleague kept looking concerned about why he could barely breathe while talking on the phone.

Stolen intimate moments: When the elevator door closes, we can steal a quick kiss and sometimes grope and feel each other up before it stops at another floor and we have to quickly separate and compose ourselves. Sometimes, it’s just in an empty hallway or classroom. Even if we’re not alone, when our eyes meet it’s just me and him, and can say everything with just a glance. Earlier this week, those sexy moments led to us ducking into his office and making out intensely. I unclasped my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down, massaged my clit, and then plunged his fingers inside of me. I started grinding hard on his hand and grabbed his dick hard as we continued to kiss. When I came, my knees went weak, and we had to hold me up until the waves of complete pleasure subsided. Immediately after, I dropped to my knees, wrapped my lips around his already pulsing cock, and let him finish down my throat. Just another Monday morning at the office.

Sexy secrets: I’ve mentioned Dylan’s move-star looks in my other posts, but it deserves to be reiterated. He’s super tall, with a chiseled body, tattoos, perfect hair, and dimples…oh those dimples. I told him once that his “adorable dimples make me want to stick your cock in my ass.” Probably one of the strangest things I’ve ever said to a man, but it’s fucking true! Anyway, he’s gorgeous and people stare….men and women, they all check him out. He’s mostly oblivious to the attention, but I notice, and I tell him about it. I love knowing that they’re looking, but I’m the one who’s touching. Dylan sent me a text once that said “you like it when other women check me out don’t you? It makes you feel superior.” All I replied was “I am superior.”

Large staff meetings: Everybody, everywhere hates them. Meetings are mind-numbing and a colossal waste of time. Now, my mind is a thousand miles away. I look at Dylan across the room and immediately start undressing him in my mind, thinking about the way his hands and lips feel on me, remembering how he smells, and wondering which underwear he has on (if I don’t already know). I always hope for the tight boxer briefs that show off his muscular thighs and huge package. Despite the amount of time that we spend together doing “things” besides work, we’re both regarded as being very competent and productive professionals. We’re both excellent at our jobs, and it makes me even more attracted to him when I watch him do what he does so well.

Shared Outlook calendars: Oh, we’re both free from 2-3? One of us can send a “meeting” invite, complete with time and location. The instant the office door closes, his lips are on mine, and my hand is grabbing for his already hard cock. Right outside the door, business proceeds as usual. Coworkers are taking calls and battling with copy machines and printers, but for us, the rest of the world ceases to exist. That dark office becomes our refuge. We cling to each other and clumsily pull off clothes and shoes, completely consumed with lust and passion. My fingernails are digging into his back and his hand is over my mouth to stifle the moaning. Afterwards, we sit in silence, waiting for the room to stop spinning in that post-fuck euphoria. Eventually, we redress and re-compose ourselves into proper professionals. He walks out of my office and down the hall…because it was just another meeting, after all.

If you're interested in reading more about our background or adventures, check out these posts:

background and first encounter: http://redd.it/2ygi7x

losing control: http://redd.it/2yp9ko

ass play: http://redd.it/2yuk0w