Wow. Today I woke up to feelings and emotions like I’ve never experienced in years. My mind was racing, it was filled with erotic thoughts and images, and my libido felt like that of an eighteen-year-old kid, and it all happened because yesterday at work I took a risk and kissed a coworker.
It’s important to know that we are both married...to other people. And we’re both unhappy with our situations. But this morning, as I got ready to go to work, I had no idea of what to expect. We’ve become close friends in the months since she started there; but are we ready to risk our marriages based on one passionate embrace? I decided that I was going in to work today with an open mind, and no expectations, and I’ll let destiny dictate how the day turns out.
Never did I think “I’m going to work today and I’m going to fuck my coworker.” I just started to test this little experiment on Susan a few days ago. And it all started very playfully, with a little kiss on the neck when I hugged her bye, and little comments whispered into her ear here and there.
How far am I willing to take this? I wondered. And how far would she let me go before shutting me down? We are coworkers, and we were at work. Our boss and our other coworkers were planning on being out for a few days, so Susan, our accountant, and I would be the only ones who’d be at work during this time, as work slows down and our company quietly rolls into the hot summer months.
My mind wandered from scenario to scenario all morning as I got ready and drove to work. I’m careful to mask my excitement while still at home with my wife. But after I get in my car, I began to rub my cock through my pants using slow but firm strokes as different snapshots of Susan flip through my head.
Never did I expect to find myself in such a difficult situation, but I did bring it on myself. There are a handful of reasons why I took this treacherous step. And not lost among them are the facts that Susan is a beautiful woman with bright, sparkling eyes, an incredible smile, and a nice, firm, shapely body. She and I had become good friends in the last few months. Working for a small company, we became close just by talking over lunch in our company’s kitchen. We became even closer when I escalated things a little and began giving her friendly hugs when I would leave each day.
Both our friendship and our physical contact ramped up in the weeks leading up to today. I began augmenting the relatively friendly, two-pats-and-a-squeeze type of hugs that I had been giving her, to ones where my arms and hands had dropped to her lower back when we hugged goodbye each afternoon. Often, I would let out a low-key “mmmm” when I pulled her tight. And then I started giving her a quick peck on the cheek. I did it as a small signal to let her know that I thought she was beautiful and that I would be interested in case anything was to progress. And progress it did. But yesterday I pushed the limits once again.
It was the end of the day, so I went into Susan's office to tell her goodbye since I had to work late in preparation for our boss and co-workers being out of the office for a few days. I gave her the new lower-back hug, but this time, instead of kissing her cheek or even aiming for her neck, I turned her face towards mine and went straight for her lips. We kissed deep, our tongues exploring the crevasses of each other’s mouths for what seemed like an eternity but was only seconds.
I could tell I caught her off guard. Even though she reciprocated my advances, she was still a little tense. I don’t know if she was surprised that a married man just planted one on her in the workplace; or if she was taken aback by my forwardness since I progressed from an innocent hug to a deep, soulful embrace in a matter of days. But I got my answer - along with much more - when she came back in just minutes later, walked to my desk, and asked for “one more for the road.”
I knew at least some of the same carnal desires I was experiencing were flowing through her mind as well.
We had definitely crossed the line between “friends” and “coworkers” at this point, but little did I realize that we were about to obliterate that boundary completely. Until now, I was simply enjoying the attention of a beautiful, younger woman. And I believed that she was appreciative of my attention, too. But, as it turns out, Susan was just as excited about the promise of what would come as me. I just didn't have a clue - yet.
This morning, we both arrived at work early, and she looked magnificent. She wore a pressed white shirt that was tied into a loose knot at the waist, a fitted black and white skirt that stopped about mid-thigh, and a pair of matching black pumps which displayed the outstanding definition of her muscular legs. My heart pounded as I moved to sit in Susan’s car as we waited for the boss’ husband, Stephen, to come unlock the building for us.
I was hesitant to start too much, not only because I was weary of getting caught, but because we hadn’t even had the opportunity to talk about the two kisses from the day before. But there was too much electricity and excitement to deny. Something big was about to happen. And if it were to go down anything like the incredible libidinous loop that kept running through my mind, there would be little room for turning back.
Sure, plenty of people throughout history have had a one-night stand with a co-worker and pulled it off, but Susan and I had already formed a deep friendship. This meant that there would certainly be some sort of feelings should we proceed; and, because of all our prior talks, we were both well aware of each other’s unhappy home situations and the dangers this might carry.
Still, I raised my hand and placed it on the back of her neck, and gently pulled her toward me. Susan picked up on the queue, leaning in and allowing our lips to lock once again. Here we sat in her car, each of us making moment-by-moment decisions—not with our minds, but with the electric lust that was building between us.
But, for now, we kept things light and fun. A few minutes later we spotted Stephen’s car coming down the street, so we collected ourselves, straightened any disheveled clothing to look less conspicuous, and Susan reapplied her lipstick just as he arrived.
Once inside, both of us had some immediate work to take care of. But, while I was still busy, only about an hour into the day I noticed that Susan had moved from her office to our boss’s office, which was only about 20 feet away from me, and on the other side of a loft wall that had a small window facing my art area, allowing us to communicate but still providing our boss with her privacy.
After a few more minutes of work, I walked into the office where Susan was sitting in a tall, waist-high, desk chair and asked, “How about another kiss?” She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t need to. Sliding off the edge of the chair and onto her feet, Susan flashed her big, bright eyes at me and gave me an incredibly sexy, sly smile. I clutched her face with both hands and stepped into her as she grasped my waist. Our mouths met in an embrace that was far more sensual than any of those before, and both of us became very much aware that this time it was leading somewhere significant.
In an instant, a quick compilation of my recent fantasies of her flashed through my mind, and I could feel all of my sexuality and desire for her pouring out through our embrace. I felt Susan relax and melt a little into my arms as she returned my kiss with heated excitement.
As our tongues enthusiastically explored each other, I turned her head to the right, and I kissed, sucked, and licked my way down the nape of her neck and then to her ear. My tongue swirled around the inside of her ear, where it elicited her gasps and moans. I began nibbling on her outer ear and then down to the lobe, where I gently bit and tugged until she giggled with girlish delight.
“Woo. It’s getting a little hot in here, isn’t it?” Susan stated, waving her hands up by her face.
As our embrace continued, my hands began to softly but forcibly explore Susan’s shapely body. She showed her approval by digging her nails into my back and pulling me closer with each clasp of my hands. Feeling my way over her clothes, I explored her perky, firm breasts, let my hands travel down her back and onto her firm round ass, and slid up her skirt, where I rubbed her pussy through her dainty, sexy panties.
I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, just above where her blouse was buttoned. As I slowly and softly kissed and licked my way back up the front of her neck, tracing my way back to her mouth, I unhooked the two uppermost buttons on her shirt. I slipped my hand inside her bra, cupped her breast, and ever-so-gently pinched her growing nipple between my middle and ring fingers. She showed her approval by releasing a little groan and gently biting my bottom lip, clearing the way for me to finish unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra.
Her breasts were beautiful. The soft, tanned skin smoothly rounded its way towards her silver dollar-size aromas which, by now, boasted firm and pointed nipples that protruded to about a half-an-inch.
After a few minutes of play and savage kissing, I wrestled myself away from her hungry lips and took her breast into my mouth, cupping it with one hand and circling the tip with my tongue while she took two of my fingers from my other hand and slipped them into her mouth and sensually caressed them.
I centered my attention on her tits, massaging and licking each nipple and delighting in how pointed and firm they were getting. I also became more excited as she clutched my hair and pulled my head into her heaving chest. I looked up toward her eyes and noticed how each of her breasts glimmered with a hint of saliva in the dim spotlights of our boss’s office. She looked absolutely angelic.