On the office carpet
I met Christine the first day that I started with the company;
in her late teens, she was a trainee and, initially, not
particularly friendly. She was also a competitive swimmer
and, not surprisingly, her breasts were large, her legs
long and her body well toned. Her clothes invariably accentuated
her breasts and legs ie tight fitting tops and short skirts.
I was ten years older, married and with two kids; personally
she seemed to go from relationship to relationship but
nothing seemingly particularly serious.
A couple of years went by and she was twenty-one. In the meantime
we had become much closer. If she had a personal problem
which she wanted to discuss she would come into the office
that I shared with Peter, come around to my side of the desk,
and hitching up her skirt, would sit on the desk, her bare
long legs swinging as we chatted.
A group of us would swim after work. Invariably, after swimming
lengths, the group would gradually come together to chat
in the shallows prior to changing and going for coffee.
Invariably she would support herself on me as we all chatted
in the water, occasionally different parts of our bodies
brushing together, all seeming totally innocent. The
previous week, an accomplished swimmer, she had dived
between my legs and, as she surfaced, her hand had briefly
brushed my genitals. Later she lay floating on her back
in the water, one arm around my neck, the sight of her scantily
clad body causing my cock to swell dramatically. Seconds
later she choked and instinctively pulled herself to me.
As I felt the weight of her breasts against my chest, I was
aware of her crotch pressing against my swollen cock.
This particular day, for various reasons, only she and
I would be swimming. To my surprise she had substituted
her competitive gear for a very scanty white bikini, more
appropriate for the beach than swimming lengths. Not surprisingly,
the material became semi transparent when wet.
She was waiting in the shallows as I finished swimming.
The color and shape of her nipples were clearly visible
through the thin material. With my cock rapidly swelling,
she glided through the water towards me. Pulling her chest
to mine her thighs locked onto my hips, now thrusting her
crotch firmly against my cock. Maintaining eye contact
with each other and to my amazement, oblivious to everyone
around her, she started to rub her crotch up and down the
entire length of my cock shaft. We both clearly needed to
fuck there and then. I need to fuck you, I whispered in
her ear. Likewise, she responded, where? I suggested
our offices, guessing that everyone would have gone for
the night.
It was dark as we were driving back to the office. She had
pulled my cock from my slacks as we were leaving the car park
and was now pumping it urgently. God, Im like a bitch on
heat, she exclaimed, something snapped when I felt
your cock tonight. Do you realize that I havent had sex
for three months and good sex in over a year? I noticed as
she spoke her other hand sliding up under her skirt and clearly
frigging her pussy.
Once in the building, we kept the place in darkness so as
not to attract attention. Climbing the stairs to my office,
she giggled as I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her.
As I suspected she wasnt wearing panties. I unbuttoned
her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders, finally unclipping
her bra to release her firm, large breasts, the nipples
clearly elongated to the touch. She stood before my office
door nude except only for her shoes in the moonlight, a trail
of her clothes on the stairs. Kicking off her shoes she whispered,
Your turn, starting to unbuckle my belt. Seconds later
were both nude in my office. No foreplay, she insisted,
straight fucking. as she lay on her back on the carpet.
Her first orgasm came as I shot my load into her. After a brief
rest we continued. She was an enthusiastic and energetic
partner, her orgasms continuing well into the evening.
Luckily the stains on the carpet had disappeared when we
returned to work the following morning.
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