It started innocently enough; I was in charge of training her and she was eager to learn. Her positive attitude was a breath of fresh air in an office that desperately needed it. I desperately needed it. I was frustrated at work, frustrated at home. I lived with my long time girlfriend, but the relationship was on life support. Overwhelming negativity had crept in from our jobs, but we knew deep down that our relationship was just as much to blame. The sex had never been that great – not necessarily bad – but not great. I always wondered just how deep our attraction to each other actually went. Had we just settled for each other after a long string of disastrous relationships? I didn’t know. I did know that I was lonely, miserable, and in bad need of a woman’s touch. Enter Christina.
As her training progressed, we found that we clicked. Our chemistry was off the charts and management noticed that we worked well together. We soon found ourselves paired up, working closely daily. We quickly became close, telling each other things few others knew. I soon confided in her that my relationship was crumbling. Christina listened, offered advice, and as many hugs as I wanted.
Soon we would end each work day with an embrace. I would breathe in her perfume and found myself intoxicated. She felt wonderful in my arms. It didn’t take long for the embraces to last longer than a standard “friend hug.” Soon Christina added a kiss on the cheek.
This is where I guess I tell you I tried to resist. I like to believe I did, but I’m not sure that’s true. On the rare occasions that I did have sex with my girl, I found myself fantasizing about Christina. Because my girlfriend only would have sex in the dark, it was easy to picture sweet, sexy Christina underneath me.
Soon I found myself thinking about Christina constantly. When I masturbated, it was to her. She went to Florida with friends, and when the beach pictures hit Facebook I knew it was only a matter of time. I spent hours staring at her long, sexy legs. Drinking in every inch of her in a tiny bikini, wishing I had been on that trip with her and fantasizing about making love on the beach.
Soon after Christina returned, we discovered Snapchat. We spent countless hours messaging each other outside of work on the app. To this day, I don’t know how or when exactly it started, but I remember when we crossed the point of no return. Christina had taken to teasing me, “winning” arguments by pointing out that she was automatically correct because she had boobs (her words). She would often send me a cleavage shot to prove her point. At some point, she sent me a snap in just her bra and my cock immediately hardened. It was the kind of erection my girlfriend had never produced in me. I was consumed by lust and had to see more.
“Take the bra off,” I snapped her. I got back a picture of her holding her bra by just a strap. It was beyond sexy.
She teased me with bra and underwear snaps for a few more days before breaking down and showing me her breasts. They were perfect. I would send her pictures of my rock hard member and soon we were describing in detail what we wanted to do to each other. We had remained professional at work, flirting only in private moments, but we knew what was going to happen next.
One night while locking up, she turned and without thinking I kissed her. My tongue darted into her mouth and she sucked on my bottom lip. For weeks I tried to hide the erections she caused, but animal instinct took over. I thrust my hips forward making sure she felt how hard I was. She pushed back and moaned softly. My lips found the soft flesh of her neck, and I kissed gently as she exhaled.
“Oh God I’ve wanted this for weeks,” she whispered breathlessly in my ear.
“So have I,” I groaned as my hands finally went to her perfect buttocks.
“My place,” she managed through moans and sighs.
Fifteen minutes later we were in her living room. Our hands explored every inch of our bodies, our lips only parting long enough to remove shirts. Our tongues danced together in a perfect tango of lust and desire.
“I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long,” she moaned.
I didn’t say a word, instead letting my hands slide down her sides to her hips and around to the front. I made quick work of her jeans and as she stepped out of them, I took a step back to admire her.
“What?” she sheepishly asked while blushing.
I responded, “You. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. You are perfect.”
I stepped forward and in one motion pulled her toward me. We locked in a deeply passionate kiss, the kind you share with someone that arouses you more than you ever have been before. It was the sort of kiss you see in movies where time stops. Christina’s hands went to my belt and in no time my pants joined her’s on the floor. She finally broke our kiss to step back and pull my boxers down, going with them as they slid down my legs.
Christina took me in her mouth and immediately I let out a deep, low groan. Her mouth on my cock was the best feeling I had experienced to that point. Her dark eyes locked on to mine, and in that moment I knew was pure lust, pure sex was. She wanted to suck my cock as badly as I wanted her to.
Despite the best blow job I had ever gotten, I stopped her. Christina looked confused, afraid she had done something wrong, and in that moment she briefly transformed from a sex goddess back to the innocent girl next door that had captured my attention so fully just a few months earlier at work. Her hands were on my thighs and I took both of them and gently pulled her to her feet. Gently I pulled her in for a kiss, letting the tip of my cock brush against her vagina. I felt the warmth and wetness coming from her. My goddess was ready.
“That was amazing,” I told her “but I need to be inside you.”
She took over again, gently pushing me on to her couch. She straddled me, allowing me get a good look at her amazing body. Christina’s pussy was gorgeous. Smooth and hairless, it glistened in the light. Before she could settle down on top of me, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her hips forward. I buried my face in her vagina, my tongue immediately going to her clit.
She gasped and let out a long “Oh my God babe!” as my tongue assaulted her sex. Her fingers tightened their grip on my head and I broke away with a devilish grin. I knew my goddess was on the brink of an orgasm.
“I want you to cum all over my cock,” I growled.
She smirked and grabbed my hard cock. She lowered herself on to me and immediately I was transported to a world where there is only intense pleasure. She felt amazing, better than any woman I had ever been with before. Tight, but not too tight. In that moment, she took ownership of me forever. There was no going back from this. No one would ever measure up to her. She began to rock her hips and I leaned back on the couch.
My fantasy was coming true as Christina rode me, slowly picking up speed with each thrust of her hips. Her hands braced against my chest and soon tightened as she grabbed fistfuls of chest hair. She moaned louder and her nipples stiffened. I knew she was close, so I began held her tight and in a low voice told her to cum for me.
“Oh God baby,” she moaned over and over, louder and louder until it became unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
The orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Christina’s head first shot back as she screamed with pleasure, then came forward as her pussy gripped my cock. She rode the wave of pleasure, moaning and rocking her hips harder and faster, her clit rubbing against the shaft of my cock as the head stimulated her g-spot.
I felt my own orgasm brewing, and Christina must have as well because she opened her eyes and said simply “Cum inside me.” I gave myself over to the intense pleasure as Christina continued to fuck me like I had never been before. I grunted and bit my bottom lip.
“I want it all baby, every drop” she moaned.
I began bucking my hips up hard into her, driving my cock deep inside. Christina moaned as a second orgasm overtook her. A few more thrusts and I couldn’t hold back any longer, nor did I want to. I pulled Christina down on to me and drove my hips as I spilled my cum into her. I sent waves of cum as deep inside her as I could, and Christina screamed with pleasure, yelling to give it all to her.
As we both finished climaxing, Christina collapsed on to my chest. We were panting and smiling ear to ear. Finally she lifted her head and kissed me. My now only semi-erect cock twitched inside her causing her to giggle.
She pulled back just enough so I could see her angelic face and said, “Tomorrow, we fuck in the office.”