I’m attracted to women that make me think and make me laugh. The women that pop into my head at the strangest times. They are the ones I think about as I fall asleep. The women that I wake up thinking about. They are the ones I can’t stop thinking about—the women that I shouldn’t be thinking about at all.
Currently, thoughts of a woman I work with are haunting me. She is much younger, married, and has a small daughter. She is smart, tough, and ambitious.
She’s a tiny little thing and I’m a sucker for small women with small breasts and perky nipples. Sandi dresses like the young professional she is, but I always suspected that under all those conservative outfits, she has a smoking hot body.
And as passionate as she is about her work, I am sure she would be just as passionate in the sack. We are equals in the company and work side-by-side for long hours including some nights and weekends, but our relationship has always been 100% business.
Recently, we were taking a break in her private office, talking about the weather and our individual plans for the upcoming weekend. We were just shooting the shit. Out of the clear blue, Sandi turned slightly away from me, looked down, and said that this morning she was in the file area hunched over a work table when a male coworker came up behind her and started rubbing her back. Then she stopped talking, turned back toward me, looked me straight in the eye, and just sat there. She was obviously angry that he had touched her, and she was clearly waiting for a response.
Like the other guy, I too wanted to rub her back. I fantasized about touching her, but not just her back. And not in the office. I wanted to be alone with her, undress her, hold her kiss her, and stroke her everywhere. I wanted to take her nipples in my mouth and feel them harden under my tongue. I longed to rub her clit and taste her pussy and make her cum with my mouth.
So when she just stared at me, looking pissed, it was as if she had caught me thinking my dirty thoughts. For a second, it was like she had read my mind and was lumping me into the same category as the asshole other guy. Like she was mad at me too.
But then she visibly relaxed and her look softened. But she still just sat there. I finally managed to ask her to tell me more. “Why did he touch you?”
She said, “He was checking to see if I was wearing a bra,” with a hint of a smile just starting. I had a choice to make. I could continue to be a supportive listener or I could go for it. I went for it.
I said, “He’s not the only one who wants to know. Are you wearing a bra?” Smooth operator right? She just sat there smiling at me.
After a lifetime, she stood up, took a step toward me, and pulled her shoulders back so that her shirt tightened across her breasts. I could see everything. She definitely was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were small but perfect for her petite frame. Her nipples were hard and straining against the fabric. She said, “Touch me and see for yourself, Daddy”.
With that, I turned and closed and locked the office door. When I turned back to her, she was standing at her window looking at the city below. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, locked my fingers together, and pulled her back tight against me. She put her head back against my chest, took a deep breath, and made a small contented sound.
After a minute, she placed her hands over mine and slowly raised them to her breasts. I found her nipples and began rubbing them and felt them harden even more. She made that same small sound again and started rubbing her tight little ass against me. Soon she reached back between us and found my erection straining against my pants. This time I got a full moan from her and she started rubbing and squeezing my cock.
I wanted to make this first time all about her so I fought hard to keep myself from spinning her around, getting her on her knees, and shoving my cock down her throat. Instead, I slid my hand down her flat, tight belly, into her skirt, then into her panties. Her mound was bare and smooth. Just the way I like them. I slid past her clit and found her lips with my finger. She was soaking wet.
She went wild. She frantically rubbed her ass against me, pumped my cock harder and harder, and started moaning over and over. I shoved two fingers in her pussy, going for her sweet spot and found her clit and started rubbing it in circles with my thumb. She whispered, “Oh, Daddy! Make me cum, Daddy! Please, Daddy, make me cum now!”
I really got to work then. In a few seconds, her body started shaking, then she stiffened, and called out, “OH FUCK.” She grabbed my hand that was in her pussy, pushed it hard against her, and said, “Stop, Daddy, Just hold me! Hold me tight, Daddy.”
As I held her, I went back to thinking about getting her turned around and on her knees so I could do my thing when she relaxed and pulled away from me. She grabbed my hand, licked my fingers that had been inside of her, and made that contented sound. As she was arranging her clothes she said, “Thank you, Sam. I haven’t cum like that for a man in a very long time.”
Sandi gathered her things, stood on her toes, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and walked out the door. As the door was closing, I heard her say, “Have a great weekend. See you Monday.”
Well, success I guess. The first time was definitely all about her. WTF. I waited ’til my breathing slowed and my cock no longer tented my pants, then I locked her office door and headed for the elevator. Looks like another blue ball weekend ahead.
