[M]y o[f]fice sex for breakfast adventure | 2016

As a bit of background, this happened not too long ago. We’re in our mid-twenties, Steph is 5’1 with black hair extending down to her bra strap. Curvy, sure, but in my mind she doesn’t have an ass or breasts that stands out. I’d imagine she’s 120lb though I wouldn’t be sure. I’m 6’1 myself, not a gym junkie but I work hard to keep some tone. Lastly, names obviously changed for privacy reasons.

Onwards and forwards!

I have the task of opening up a small office early in the morning. We have around 20 workers in the office and generally consists of mundane tasks that anyone with 2 days of training can get a handle of. Most of the workers make it in for a 9am start but as one of the more experienced workers I’ve been graced with the opportunity to show up at 8:30am to open up the office and to move supplies upstairs. To explain further, we have daily deliveries of boxes of files from the head office, delivered usually before I arrive, that gets locked up in a cage downstairs. My task is to wheel these files upstairs at the start of the day for the workers to work through. At the end of the day the complete files are wheeled back downstairs into the cage for the delivery men to pick up as they do a new drop-off.

Anyways, so I’ve been arriving at 8:30am for about two weeks, doing what I’ve been assigned to do. One day however as I arrived, Steph was sitting in her car, waiting in the carpark since she didn’t have the keys to the office. I didn’t think anything of it; small chit chat about why she was so early as she gave me a hand in moving the files upstairs. It turns out that her boyfriend (Tom) needed to arrive at his work by 8 and that Tom’s car had broken down the night before and needed Steph to give him a lift. I thought it would be a one-time occurrence until she was waiting at the carpark the next day, and the day after and on and on. Apparently they decided that driving the one car would be more economical and that Steph didn’t mind the wait in the carpark.

As an aside, I’ve known Steph for 2 years since she started at the office however we were never too close. Our workstations were on opposite sides of the office and we really only talked when there was an office function. Before these events I had only known she was fresh out of college and had a long term boyfriend. She had an aura of confidence and was someone who you expected to be in and out of the company quickly as she worked her way up the ranks.

These 8:30am encounters with Steph started off awkwardly (silent lift rides, attempts to make small talk as we make coffee in the team room before we walked to different sides of the office to our own workstations). However after a week or so something changed. It was springtime and within the week as the weather got better Steph went from wearing her winter pants to pencil skirts and formal dresses. As she helped me transporting the files upstairs I couldn’t help but notice her toned legs and firm ass as she bent over to pick boxes up. I knew I shouldn’t act on these thoughts – given she was with Tom and all. By the end of the second week the weather was warm enough for her to be in a free flowing dark blue dress, just above the knees, tight around her waist and showed ample cleavage. I couldn’t help but to think she was trying to put on a show for me – in my mind she was bent over just a few seconds too long as she was picking the boxes up, and in the tea room she reached over where I was to grab the sugar, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. It was this day that I went to the bathroom before everyone came in and nutted one out. I wanted her bad but I wasn’t prepared to act on it.

Within the next week Steph’s approaches became more and more obvious. Jumping to the Friday of the week though - the weather was atrocious; it had been storming overnight that rolled over into the morning. I thought I’d have no chance of seeing Steph in her dresses or skirts in this weather, and proceeded to drive in earlier as I would need extra time to transport the boxes in the rain. You could imagine my surprise, then, as I arrived at 8:15am to see Steph sitting in her car in the rain. Furthermore, as I parked next to her, I realised she was wearing a white floral dress that left little to the imagination. I jumped out of my car, opened my umbrella and approached her driver door – my inquisitive face said it all and she simply replied “I recently moved and didn’t think to pack any of my winter gear!” Nevertheless, I took her under my umbrella and began to walk with Steph towards the cage. I took the opportunity to place my arm around her waist; the first time I had made purposeful contact with her. I could have been imaging it but I swear I heard her exhale deeply as I wrapped my arm around her waist and walked. We quickly placed the boxes on the trolley before wheeling it into the lift. As the lift doors were closing, I realised in the efforts of moving and shuffling resulted in Steph’s right side not drenched, but considerably wet. I reached my hand in to brush the water off her arm and dress, and it was in this process that we made eye contact. With her back towards the back of the lift and a trolley of boxes in front of us there naturally and normally isn’t much personal space left, I went for the kiss. Steph’s head banged against the back of the lift as we kissed and my hands held her by the waist. We made out for the 15 second lift ride before the doors opened at our floor prompting a natural break in our session.

I took the opportunity to wheel the boxes out of the lift, only then for my sense to kick in and remember that she was taken. “Steph, we shouldn’t be doing this” was met with her talking me against the wall beside the lift and locker her lips with mine again, this time her body pressing against mine and no doubt feeling the growing cock I was had in my pants. She finally broke the kiss and uttered “Fuck Tom, I need you now. I’ll explain later” before locking her lips with mine again. It wasn’t the most convincing statement ever and it gave more questions than answers, but in my state of mind with a slim horny woman I had been fantasising about pinning me against the wall and making out with me, it was the answer I needed. I broke the kiss, and simply instructed “Tea room”. We walked there with Steph tip-toeing backwards as we tried to continue kissing, though the height difference did make it difficult. The 10 metre walk took triple what it normally would, but by the time we got in and and closed the door Steph was halfway through getting my shirt off and I had her dress half unzipped. As she took my shirt off, she kicked her heels off as I proceeded to try to unzip the rest of the dress, only realising it had caught on the fabric. I was in no mood to care, so I dropped the top half of her dress, exposing her cream push-up bra that I quickly undid to pop her breasts out.

We paused. Steph had her bra on the ground, breasts poking out at me and her dress scrunched around her waist. I was shirtless but my pants were still firmly on. I glanced to the clock on the wall. 8:35am. I turned back to Steph, uttering “we’ve got 15 minutes, 20 at best” and we both knew what we had to do. I began unzipping my pants, dropping them and my knickers to my ankles as she removed her panties and threw them toward her bra. I went back in for a kiss as my hand wandered down between Steph’s legs to find out she was dripping wet. Steph moved her hand towards my cock and started stroking it. I pushed her towards the tea table, and as we got there sat her on the edge of the table and opened her legs apart. Placing my cock at her entrance, I paused and looked at her. Steph simply stated “fuck me”; all I needed to hear as I slipped my cock into the wettest and tightest pussy I have ever experienced to this day. We both let out moans as she arched her back and bit her lip. I grabbed her by her waist as she supported herself by interlocking her fingers around my neck as I started pounding her. There was no time to waste as I rammed my cock deep into her ever tightening pussy. From all that anticipation I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and from Steph’s increasing moans I knew she wasn’t far behind me either. I slipped out and spun her around and entered her from behind. I pinned her neck against the tea table as I began ramming deep inside her pussy doggy-style. Not too long after, she began a chant; “mmm, fuck, fuck, ahhh, mhmm, ahh fuckkk”. I slowed down for a moment to ask if she was on the pill; she managed to utter “no” before I picked up speed again. I could tell she was going to cum, and the only reason why I hadn’t cum yet was because I was internally considering filling her pussy up and getting her plan B or to pull out and make a mess everywhere. By the time I made my mind up Steph was screaming “ahhhh fuckkk” as her thighs twitched and torso stiffened as her pussy clamped down on my cock.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I uttered “I’m pulling out” as I thrust my cock deep inside of Steph a final few times and pulled out. I was planning to aim my cum on her thigh (to reduce the mess) until unexpectantly, Steph was on her knees with her hand on my cock and mouth wide open. She wasn’t fast enough to catch the first couple of spurts – it ended up on her right cheek and bridge of her nose, but the rest ended up in her mouth which she duly swallowed. I would’ve ideally had hours to recover from the biggest load I had shot, only to glance at the clock: 8:48am. Shit.

We quickly got dressed and Steph went into the bathroom to clean up. By the time she came back out the office was half full and the other workers were helping me move the boxes to where they’re supposed to – I blamed the rain as to why I wasn’t done yet.

If you enjoyed this, there’s been many more exciting times with Steph, but none as life-changing as this. Let me know if you are interested and I may post them up in due course.

PS. Turns out Steph was and has been over Tom for months by this stage, and she was going to give him the talk that weekend. It’s since happened and Steph’s a single woman now…. Well, with me in her life that is.