Weekend Vacation at the Workplace
On a Friday prior to a lengthy holiday weekend, the workplace team was short-staffed. Katy and I had an important bid that needed to be completed by that day's end.
I informed everyone that we would complete the bid just in time. That Katy and I would need to stay afterwards for it to be finished. Unknown to everyone, including Katy, I had already finished it that morning. As for the people attending the office that day, they were anticipated to vacate before lunch or shortly thereafter. This meant we would have the venue to ourselves. I'd contemplated this stratagem for close to two weeks.
Since my initial days at the job, Katy and I had bonded on several levels. We'd become close friends. Also, we'd developed a playful and suggestive relationship. Some of my remarks to her were a bit risque and insinuating. I perceived that she'd been responsive to my flirting. Furthermore, she'd been assertive herself. I'm confident she'd intentionally dressed that way because she knew I'd noticed her generous cleavage and round bottom. I recognized she'd caught me observing her ample bosom and thighs.
Because it was summertime, I admired the casual attire she donned. I appreciated her fashion sense and commented as much to her. I cherished how natural she was about her actions.
The morning progressed with everyone leaving the premises, as I'd arranged. As predicted, the two of us remained the last in the office. We of course finalized the aforementioned project well ahead of deadline. I suggested to her, "Why not celebrate?" This was opportune since neither of us possessed obligations that day. Conveniently, I'd brought some alcohol I'd saved in the fridge beforehand. I proposed we share drinks as a way to celebrate our success.
I instructed her to join me in the lounge. I decided to check the main door had been locked. In the lounge, we found comfort and a couch. I retrieved a few brewskies and opened one for her. Afterwards, I filled one for myself and proposed a toast: "To a great associate and friend." We clinked glasses and I cheekily added, "And a ravishing young lady." She smiled slightly and lightly slapped my shoulder.
Therefore, we began imbibing, chatting, and eventually becoming flirtatious. Concerning our third drink, I suggested she allow me to give her a neck massage, and she happily consented.
She was already seated on the couch while I rushed to the lounge. As I approached, she subtly moved to provide me with a glimpse of her ample breasts. Not missing a beat, she inquired, "Do you like the colour of my blouse?" She traced her fingers across the open neckline. At this, my gaze was drawn to her attractive breasts, and I proclaimed that the colour complemented her.
I sat next to her and she adjusted her body face-towards me. I commenced massaging her neck, warming my hands first. I glanced back at her breasts and noticed her head tilt slightly. I sensed she was chuckling silently at my attention to her chest. Subsequently, she murmured, "Does my neck need massaging?" I immediately halted my progress. She then requested, "Then my shoulders." She lowered her top and bra straps from her neck to her shoulders and downwards. I had an unobstructed view, and my arousal heightened. I continued massaging her shoulders, and as I did, she released a small moan instinctively.
I could tell she was getting more excited by the second. Without warning, she grabbed my hand and guided it to her chest. To my surprise, her nipples were pierced – I had no idea. It felt incredible to squeeze and play with her smooth skin. I switched hands and repeated the process on her other breast. I pulled down her blouse and bra, revealing her beautiful breasts to me. I fondled them and leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the neck. She moaned a little as a response.
"Is this okay?" I whispered in her ear. She flashed me a cute little grin and gave me a grunt of approval. I continued to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts, pinching her pierced nipples between my fingers. She sat back and relaxed. I carried on for a while, enjoying the feel of her body.
Then, suddenly, she jumped up and turned to face me. We shared a passionate kiss. I reached down again and began to squeeze her breasts once more. I bent down and licked her neck, trying to drive her wild. She let out another pleasure-filled moan when I licked her earlobe. Intrigued to know if she was enjoying herself, I whispered in her ear, "Is this okay?" She smiled and gave me a nod of approval. I kissed her neck and ear while continuing to play with her breasts and pierced nipples. The thought of making her partners with pleasure and pain excited me.
She stood up and faced me again. She reached up and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to be exposed. I continued to caress and play with her chest. She helped me by reaching around to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. She pulled down my pants, giving me a sneak peek of my rock-hard cock. She bent down and took my dick in hand, stroking it and squeezing my balls. I leaned in to get a better view as she caressed my cock and balls.
Suddenly, she pulled me up onto the couch and sat behind me, spreading her legs wide. She reached up and grabbed my cock. I could almost hear the enthusiasm in her voice as she asked me, "Are you ready for this?" As I nodded, she pulled my head to her pussy. I started by flicking my tongue from the bottom to the top. The sweet taste was intoxicating, so I proceeded to lick, suck, and explore with my fingers. I inserted one then two fingers inside her, feeling the moisture that was dripping onto them.
I slid off the couch, got on my knees, and leaned in to get a better angle. She kissed me passionately and began to guide my head closer to her wetness. I started to lick from the bottom to the top again, making sure to take my time. Her body started to shake as she let out more moans of pleasure. I pinched her nipples gently with one hand while playing with her clit with the other. The sensation of her pierced nipples under my fingertips combined with the sight of her body writhing with pleasure was exciting, to say the least.
Almost out of nowhere, she said, "I'm going to cum." I continued to pleasure her as she shook and groaned, unable to hold back her cries of pleasure. Once she had her fill, I pulled my fingers out and gave them to her to lick clean. I stopped licking her pussy and moved onto the couch.
I stood up while she changed positions, spreading her legs open so I could lean in once more. I helped her onto the couch and positioned her to sit up. I started to unfasten my belt and lower my trousers. She saw what was about to happen and helped me out. My throbbing cock was now fully exposed. She gripped it firmly with one hand while playing with my balls with the other. She stroked my dick gently, teasing my head with her tongue before finally taking me in her mouth.
She sucked it in and out at her own pace, squeezing my balls every now and then. I couldn't help but take control and started to thrust my hips to meet her rhythm. It felt so good to have her devoting so much attention to me. I took a few breaks to give her a chance to catch her breath, but she kept going. She even went a step further by spitting on my dick.
She let me out of her mouth for a second, but I quickly slid my cock between her breasts. It felt unbelievably good to be slogging in her cleavage. I pulled it out and held it to her lips. She licked the head before letting it back out, then she spit on it again. I tit-fucked her for a few minutes before pulling it out. She quickly pulled me toward her and started to suck my dick back in. She took as much as she could, almost like deep-throating me. I allowed her to control the pace, letting her go deeper as her lungs would allow.
She finally pulled my dick out of her mouth. We made eye contact. I began to squeeze her breasts together. I spit on my cock twice, making sure it was wet. I placed it between her breasts while continuing to tit-fuck her. The feeling was intense; a perfect balance of pleasure and weirdness. She sat back and offered me her lips, kissing my cock as my balls were being massaged.
I stopped tit-fucking her and pulled my cock out of her mouth. I reached up and clasped her breasts in my hands. She spit on my dick again and I guided it between her breasts. This time I fucked her breasts a little harder, the sensation heightening as the juice from her saliva mixed with my own pre-cum. I pulled out and moved in for a hearty kiss. Still in arousal, she reached down and played with herself. I pulled out of her again and held my cock to her lips. She took it into her mouth for a moment before guiltily drawing it out. The look of contrition on her face was cute, made me continue suddenly stop – not before holding her close and kissing her passionately.
I moved her to the edge of the couch and bent her over the armrest. I shifted into a kneeling position behind her, parted her legs to expose her waiting pussy. She reached back, spread her ass open, inviting me in. I went back to work on her, licking and sucking on her pussy fiercely. After getting her hot, I switched my focus to her ass, licking it clean. Once she was ready, I got up behind her and penetrated her with my dick. As I entered her, I was surprised at how tight it felt, but her wetness allowed me to ease in smoothly. I began thrusting in and out of her, and she started meeting my force with her own thrusts. I stopped to let her take over, and she rode my cock vigorously. It felt incredible. To make her come again, we worked hard and fast. I think she was close, and finally heard her say "I'm cumming again." As she approached climax, I sped up my thrusts, until she reached orgasm. I withdrew, came on her ass, and spread the cum around using my dick.
After standing up, she looked at me adoringly and took me in her mouth, cleaning my cock. Once completed, she offered me a thankful facial caress and I responded in kind.
After the holiday, if anyone asked how it went, I'd reply, "We gave it everything we had and we finished the job. We're an incredible team." I'd always look in her direction before ending with a wink.
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