A steamy affair [m/f] with a married coworker: part 2 | 2016

Isabella and I were both 27 years old and worked for a medium-sized company in a large US city. I had been employed there about 2 years, Isabella about 4 years, with her informally serving as one of my supervisors. We had a closer friendship than most others in the office. Though she was married and I was in a long term (and long distance) relationship, we both had high sex drives and used each other to get out a lot of that aggression. Check out my post history for the story leading up to our first sexual encounter.

Over the few weeks that followed, Isabella and I would coordinate a time over gchat almost daily—sometimes 2 or 3 times a day—to meet in the stairwell of our office building for her to give me an incredible blowjob. Usually under the guise that we were “going on a walk,” we’d walk up the stairs for a brief BJ detour, then down the stairs for a coffee, or breakfast, or lunch, or before all of them. Isabella loved and craved the control she had over me when my dick was in her mouth, and I was more than happy to cede the control.

Though these encounters were very frequent, we had still never kissed each other on the lips. Interestingly enough, we genuinely didn’t seem to have any real romantic feelings for one another – it was all sexual. We deeply respected each other and greatly appreciated our friendship, but we acknowledged and openly discussed that we didn’t have the emotional attraction to one another that typically accompanies these types of relationships.

To provide a mental image on our appearances – Isabella is a hardcore runner and workout freak, which is obvious at first glance: she’s slender and with a muscular hint, about 5 foot 6 inches tall, dark skin, dark hair, tone legs, and DD breasts. She’s very sexy, and has a look that she can give you that sends a shock through your stomach and gets your libido going. I’m 6’1, mostly in shape, on the skinnier side, and generally told that I’m a good looking guy.

Isabella and I became more and more comfortable in our new sexual relationship, and we loved learning more about the other’s sexual preferences, abilities, and experiences. On a daily basis, our gchats were x-rated, and usually culminated in one of us demanding to meet in the stairwell immediately. The other never objected. We would quiz each other on positions, boundaries, fantasies, everything. We had a near obsession with seeing how turned on we could make the other, and we loved finding ways to pleasure the other.

On one such occasion, Isabella gchatted me as soon as I arrived in the morning and asked me to come down to her office. I assumed it was something work-related, and innocently walked over to her office to find her standing and slightly bent over her desk wearing a black pencil skirt to just at her knees, and a yellow top that showed off some serious cleavage. Something similar to this: http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB124e0LVXXXXXOXXXXq6xXFXXX9/Occident-2016-Spring-Fashion-elegant-Sexy-font-b-low-b-font-font-b-cut-b-font.jpg

The way she was standing forced her DD breasts to nearly pop out of her shirt, and she acted like she didn’t care to notice when I walked in. The look on my face was surely of pure awe and admiration. She looked at her computer screen for another few seconds, then gave me her electrifying, devilish smile. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was obvious that I got the message. We proceeded to discuss some mundane work task, but neither of us were focusing on our words. I was caught up in pure, raw lust, and she loved the attention.

When I returned to my desk, I had a gchat waiting for me:

Her: what’d you think?

Me: jesus christ

Her: glad you like it

Me: so what are you wearing under that sexy skirt?

Her: a black lace thong

Me: I wish nothing

Her: maybe I’ll take them off soon. They’re soaking wet

Me: holy fuck. You’re killing me today

Her: good

Me: well then, time for a walk?

Her: soon, but I just got an email I have to respond to first

Me: ok. hurry! I’m about to explode

About 20 minutes passed. She actually had to complete some time-sensitive work, but my thoughts never left her body. Finally the gchat resumed:

Her: how you doing over there?

Me: throbbing

Her: haha

Me: you shouldn’t tease me like that and then not let me have a release

Her: well I guess I’ll have to make it up to you. Will you let me do that?

Me: I can think of a few ideas

Her: oh yeah? Do share

Me: well they all involve seeing a little more of what your outfit is barely hiding today

Her: ahh yes

Me: what do you think of that?

Her: I’m interested

Me: several times while we’ve been in the stairwell I’ve almost taken things further

Her: it’s crossed my mind as well

Me: but whenever your mouth is on my dick, I lose all control to you

Her: I like that

Me: there may come a time when I pull you up off your knees, turn you around, shove you against the wall, pull up your skirt and down your panties, and fuck you from behind

Her: oh wow

Me: I want to slap your ass and cum deep inside your pussy

Her: I hope that happens

Isabella and I had these types of conversations often, but we still hadn’t had sex or even kissed on the lips. I actually wasn’t even sure if I wanted to have sex with her, but I was absolutely obsessed with the raunchy dirty talks followed by the powerful blowjobs. This day turned out to be more of the same.

Her: well, how about that release?

Me: yes

Her: I’m ready

Me: leaving now

Her: be there in 5

What happened next was the same protocol we’d followed at least a dozen times by now. Though the nervous feeling in my stomach decreased over time, it never completely subsided. And she agreed. Those few moments alone in the barren concrete stairwell were terrifying and exhilarating, but the nerves usually dissipated as soon as we got started. This time, I said I wanted to be seated on the stairs, so she sat between my legs, sitting a couple stairs below, not directly on her butt or her knees but more on the side of one leg as girls often sit in skirts.

She went to work licking my dick in that familiar way, twisting her right hand around my shaft and massaging the underside of my cock with her thumb. I reached down and rubbed her boobs on the outside of her shirt, then—for the first time—pushed my hand inside her low-cut yellow shirt and grabbed the flesh of her wonderful tits. I pulled one of her boobs outside of her shirt and bra and admired it, then reached and exposed the other. As I did this, she upped the enthusiasm level, moaning and slurping as she sucked and stroked my hard dick.

I then reached down to her skirt. She understood the motion and lifted her ass up in the air a bit. I found the bottom of her skirt and tried to pull it up to expose her ass but it was too tight. I ran my hands roughly all over her body as I admired my dick sucker. I once again considered stopping the act and proposing that we have sex, but my concentration kept returning to the blowjob. Soon after, I shot a huge load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed.

The following day was more of the same, until that night. I received an email around 8pm with the mildly cryptic message: “Well since we have to complete the XYZ memo tomorrow, I think I’ll arrive early...”

I quickly shot back a response: "Interesting. I also have to be there early. See you then."

It was very common for us to send these emails in the evening, and then both would get to work early to enjoy a stairwell walk. On those days, we usually capped off the afternoon with another visit to the stairwell.

On this particular morning, I arrive early to find the office already crowded, and Isabella busy at work. I settle down at my desk and gchat her.

Me: why is everyone here so early?

Her: ugh, ABC client is pissed about something. My manager copied me on all the emails last night and this morning but I think Joe has it mostly sorted out now

Me: ah ok

Her: how are you?

Me: I’m good. Was hoping to grab breakfast and take a quick detour first

Her: yeah sorry, we can later. but I do have something to show you first though

Me: oh yeah?

Her: yes

Me: any hints?

Her: well I had my wax appointment yesterday and she did a very good job

Isabella loved getting Brazilian waxes and had a standing appointment every few weeks. She knew how much I enjoyed a freshly waxed vagina so she would always share the details with me. Whenever she got one, her sex drive would be noticeably heightened and she felt extra sexy for a few days. On this day, she thought they did a particularly good job, which excited both of us.

Me: oh nice. Love that

Her: and I’m wearing my favorite skirt today…

Me: and underneath?

Her: nothing

Me: fuck yeah

Her: maybe I’ll walk down to your office in a few and say hello

Me: I’d like that

I had a moderately secluded cubicle with an extra chair next to my desk that others would often sit at to chat. I moved the chair to directly face me, but the whole setup is still very much out in the open. Isabella turns the corner and walks toward my cubicle in a very short, tight black skirt and heels. The rest of her outfit wasn’t too risqué, but from the waist down she was dressed to turn heads. She approaches my desk and slowly moves to position herself in the chair. I’m unabashedly staring at her body, watching every intentional move she makes. She’s staring back at me, relishing in the lust in my eyes as I take in her body.

She finally reaches the seat cushion, with her knees politely pointed down and at a 45 degree angle in my direction, how a mannerly female would sit in this situation while wearing a short skirt. She then places one hand on each knee, and—while staring directly into my eyes—slowly spreads her legs and slightly lifts up her knees to provide me with a full view.

Light shines on the shadowy area between her sexy legs under her skirt and I see her pussy for the first time. I clearly see a well-manicured triangle of pubic hair pointing down to her freshly waxed pussy – I think it's called a Brazilian Triangle wax. I see her lips pull apart from each other as her legs open to a wider stance. She mumbles something about work, and I don’t even try to respond. I’m stunned. She stays like this for only about 10-15 seconds, before someone walks by and she abruptly closes her legs. She shoots me that devilish smile as she stands up to return to her office.

Our gchat resumes:

Me: holy shit that was sexy as fuck

Her: I’m glad you liked it. I've been wet all morning thinking about doing it

Me: well I’m definitely really hard for you now

Her: shall we take a walk?

Me: we could...or what do you say to a long lunch today? My house isn’t too far away…

Her: I think I could swing that

Me: let’s do it. It’s a 10 minute uber

Her: ok

When lunch time arrives, we meet at the front of the office and walk out together in the familiar fashion that we often do to get lunch. Only this time I drop my Uber pin to pick us up at a spot a few blocks away, and we head to my house. Getting in the car, there’s a palpable mix of sexual energy, nervousness, and excitement. We chat casually during the drive and I point out mundane things about my neighborhood, as she had never been there.

We arrive at my house, walk in the door, and I give a casual “well, this is it. Welcome.” It’s a fairly large house and my roommates are all at work. I take a seat on the large sofa, and Isabella walks over and sits beside me. I place my hand on her inner thigh and take in her soft legs. Then for the first time, I lean in for a kiss. We make out hungrily, each using our tongues as we explore.

I continue rubbing up her thighs to find her exposed, freshly waxed, wet, hot pussy, as she is not wearing any underwear. Her hand is now rubbing my hard cock over the outside of my pants. She reaches for my belt, and I go ahead and quickly unhook it, and remove my pants and boxers in one motion. Then Isabella lifts up her body and rolls a leg over me, so that now she is straddling me, sitting in my lap while facing me. She reaches down, grabs my dick, and easily slides it inside her, all of this while we continue to make out.

She rolls her hips forward and back in a fluid motion, giving my shaft an incredible sensation. Her skirt is pulled up around her stomach, and both of our shirts are still on. She digs her feet in the far bottom of the sofa, grabs the back of the sofa with her hands for added support, and begins to gyrate her pussy as it’s clamped down on my hard dick.

I lean back a little so I can look down at the business, and stare at the sight of me moving around inside her as she rides me hard. I say something like “fuck, your pussy feels so good,” and she responds with “so does your dick.”

After about 5 minutes of this, I feel the pressure building. I know she’s on the pill and prefers guys to cum inside her, so when I whisper “you’re gonna make me cum baby,” she says “I want your cum inside me.” As soon as I hear that, I erupt. I slap and grab both hands onto her ass cheeks, and squeeze them tightly as I push my dick deeper inside her while cumming. She pulls my head to the outside of her shirt over her boobs, runs her fingers and hands through my hair and around my head, and moans “yessss!” as she feels my cum inside her.

When I’ve finished, we lie there a moment to catch our breaths, as my dick becomes more limp inside her. Eventually, she steps off me and a big blob of my cum drops to the floor. We both give a laugh as I direct her to the bathroom so she can clean up.

So many more stories about this girl, and other hot stories if there is continued interest! Thanks for all the comments!