Co-Workers - Chapter 6 - Company Costume Party

Chapter 5 - While the Boss is Away

You walk into the main ballroom of the Irving Hotel. You are dressed as the Wizard of Oz from the movie “Oz the Great and Powerful”. The vest feels tight across your chest, and the pants feel a little loose. The months of working out have strengthened and toned you. You feel good about it, but this costume feels strange.

You now just want to find your “Elphaba”, dance, drink, and go up to your hotel room.

When the company announced that they were doing the Company Costume Party at the Historic Irving Hotel, we agreed that it sounded like fun. The email said that there would be “rewards for Best Costume in the following categories: Scariest, Most Creative, and Best Team costume, with a reminder that this is a company function so “sexiest or most sultry” wasn’t a category, so dress appropriately.”

You had the idea that we should go as characters from Wizard of Oz. I love “Wicked” and I’m going as Elphaba. In the office we talked about having the whole team dress as characters from Oz, but with recent changes in the office, you are basically your own team now, and Joan and I are working on our contracts, with the rest of the team supporting other divisions. Joan hinted that we could still do it. She could go as Glinda, and bring her husband as the Cowardly Lion. Not a perfect team but the spirit is there.

Later, you and I agree that you should get a room in the hotel. There is no point in us both spending money, when we’ll end up using your room anyway.

You hadn’t seen me as Elphaba. Instead of arriving together, we decided to come separately. Over the past few months, there had been a new push from HR about “limiting physical relationships in the work place” including an updated training class on “Prevention of Harassment” which now stressed that “sex in the work place is a violation of health and safety codes” then listed a number of company policies with a reminder that “violation of the policies could result in Company disciplinary actions such as reassignment, loss of position, or termination of employment”.

We didn’t think that these were addressed directly to us, but we decided to keep things ‘low key’ in the office. If anyone asked, we said that we were “Workout Buddies”. Which was true. Ever since we had sex on the boss’s desk, we decided to both join a gym and keep in shape. You feel better and tell me that you love how my firm tits and ass feel. More than once, you asked if you can fuck my ass now that it is tighter and more toned. But I remind you that I really don’t enjoy anal. Some women do, but not me. You hug and kiss me, then remind me that any kind of sex with me is always exciting. Knowing what gives me pleasure, turns you on even more.

You walk over to the Cash Bar and order a drink. There is a table set up with punch, but you feel like a vodka and orange juice to start off the night. Light and fruity, which won’t go too badly if you switch to the punch later.

You walk around looking for me. There are a variety of costumes. Vampires, zombies, and characters from various shows like The Office, Abbot Elementary, and Law & Order. You chuckle to yourself at some of them because it is basically their work clothes, but with a name tag or plastic badge and sunglasses.

At the far end of the room, you see a black shape, with a pointed hat and green paint on the hands. She’s looking away so you aren’t sure it’s me. You walk closer as she turns. With the fake nose, black lipstick, and green grease paint, you aren’t sure who it is.

An exaggerated witchy cackle greets you “You must be the Great and Powerful Oz”.

She then takes your glass, sets it on a nearby table and pulls you out of the ballroom. There is an unlocked storage closet that she pulls you into.

The room is dark and confined. You feel her lips press against yours. The kiss feels different. “Maybe it’s the makeup”, you think. The kiss is so passionate, there is almost a hunger to it. She then undoes your pants and strokes you.

“I thought we were going to wait until things ended, then go up to my room.” You whisper.

There is no light in the storage room, but you feel her move down your body. Her hand is on your hardening shaft as you feel a warm wet mouth suck your tip. She takes you deep into her mouth. Her hands grab your butt cheeks as she pulls you deeper down her throat. “You must be horny.” You whisper.

The fake nose bends as her lips press against your base. You want to reach down, but the hat and wig prevent you from doing anything but bracing yourself against the walls. She pulls you from her mouth and strokes your saliva slicked cock. Then she stands up and turns around. You feel her lift her dress. Her ass cheeks press back against you, with your cock nestled in her crack.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She whispers.

In the blackness, you feel your way. She must have her dress pulled up high because you feel her bare hips and ass. Her pussy is damp, and her lips feel so ready. You rub the tip along them. She presses back against you and feel her wet cunt swallow your prick. You wish you could see, but you just do everything by feel. Her actions are so fast.

“It must be the excitement of doing it in a storage closet, where we might get caught” is a thought that flashes across your mind.

“Spank my ass.” She whispers. “Spank me hard like the bad girl I am.” You hit one cheek and then the other. “Yes. Your cock feels so good.” She straightens a bit, with you still inside of her. “Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass.”

“Yes” you respond. She must be really horny. She’s doing things so differently.

You press her on her back so he leans her head against the other side of the storage closet, then by feel, move from her sopping wet pussy to her tight asshole. You press your tip against it and feel her take you. She presses back and moans. She must be covering her mouth because her moans are muffled. She feels so different. It’s been a while since we did ‘butt stuff’ but she feels so ready and takes the full length of you deep in her ass. She must be rubbing her clit because you feel her ass tighten as she cums. You don’t last long and shoot inside of her, which causes her to cum again.

In the darkness, you feel her push you back against the wall, so you slide from her ass.

Lips press against yours. A voice whispers. “You are better than I imagined. I know what she sees in you. I wish my husband was as good.”

Then the door opens, she leaves and closes it behind her. You are standing in the dark closet, your soft wet cock hanging out. Trying to piece together what you just heard.

You reach around and find a cloth or a napkin to wipe yourself, then put your soft dick back in your pants.

The lights from the hallway are blindingly bright, and you take moment before you enter the ballroom. When you do, you see two Wicked Witches excitedly talking with a Cowardly Lion.

“I thought you said you were coming as Glinda”, you hear my voice say.

I see and turn to you. “What happened to you?” I ask as you feel a wet napkin wiping your face. “You have green smudges.”

“He was helping me with something.” Joan answers. You realize the other Elphaba was Joan. She then leans into her husband and says. “I think we should go home. I’m not feeling well. Maybe I got too good of a workout, earlier.”

Her husband sheepishly looks at her, “Are you sure? We told the babysitter; we wouldn’t be back” She leans in and whispers something to her husband. Who smiles and says. “It was a pleasure meeting both of you. We’ll go now.”

You are still stunned by the realization that it wasn’t me in the closet but Joan. “Let’s go up to your room and clean you up.” I say to you, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the elevators.

You finally mutter “I didn’t know. I thought it was you.”

In your room, I have you get undressed. There is grease paint on your face, the collar of your shirt, the crotch of your pants, your underwear, and unfortunately black and green at the base of your penis.

“Just take a shower. Get the smell of that jealous bitch off you.” I say as I try to get your costume clean.

“She was supposed to be Glinda.” You finally say as you turn on the shower. You wash and scrub with the hotel soap and hot water.

You wrap yourself in a soft fluffy towel after you dry off.

Your Oz costume is on the bed, but there are still green stains that didn’t come out.

I’m sitting on the bed, still dressed as Elphaba.

“Do you want to hear my side?” You ask.

I shake my head. “Stay here. I’m going back down to the party. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that when we were at the gym you said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Are you mad at me?” You ask.

After a long silence, I answer “No. I’m angry at Joan. I know she tricked you.”

“Should I…” you start to ask.

“I’ll be back in about an hour. I just need to cool off.” I say and leave the room.

You put on a pair of sweatpants and see if you can wash the greasepaint off of the pants.

Soon you get things cleaned, they are wet, so you dry them with the hotel hair dryer. You get back into costume, as I come back into the room. I’m holding a ribbon.

“The party is ending.”

“Oh.” You say and start unbuttoning your shirt. “What’s the ribbon?”

You hand me “2^nd Place. Scariest Costume”. “We were going to enter the Team competition, but with you upstairs, and Joan and her husband already gone, I entered Scariest.” I explain.

You look at me, “I don’t think you are scary. Just beautiful and sexy.”

“Really?” I respond. Then instead of smiling I scowl and cackle loudly. The hair on your arms and back of your neck go up. “What do you think of me now, My pretty?”

“That you should have gotten 1^st place.” You then lean in and kiss me. “Let’s take these off and I’ll clean the green makeup off you. The hotel soap works pretty well and the water in the shower is hot.”

I hug you. “Show me.” I say as we get undressed and shower.

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Co-workers - Chapter 5 - "While the Boss is Away"

It has been a couple of weeks since you took me into the bathroom stall.

You did it a couple of times. Once in the middle of the day, and then at the end of the day. Both times were fun. The end of the day one felt just as risky as the mid-day encounter, because so many people came in to quickly use the facilities before driving home.

It was exciting and you seemed so close to getting caught. I convinced you to follow me into the Men’s room another day. The handicapped stall was the same size, but you noticed the row of urinals that you passed to get to the stalls. You mentally calculated how many people could use the facility at the same time while you both occupied the last stall. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as you imagined four of our coworkers, standing with their flaccid pricks in their hands, and two more sitting on the porcelain thrones, as you are in the last one having your pussy licked, or riding my hard cock.

But that was a couple of weeks ago. I said that if we held off, I would find another place to try it that is completely unexpected. You agreed, but during the work week you alternated days from dressing boringly professional, to daringly casual, depending on your mood. On the days that you wore your most professional slacks, or long skirts and tops, you wore very sexy underwear underneath to hint at and tease me with. On the daringly casual days, you wore boring, almost athletic underwear, which seemed to tease and frustrate me too.

Mid-week I send you a DM “I have a plan for tomorrow afternoon. I think it will meet all of your expectations.” 

You respond. “Should I make things convenient, or complicated?”

After a few moments I type “Convenient. Time will be a factor.”

“Understood. Do you want to give me a hint?”

“No. Any hint will spoil the surprise.”

Right before lunch you walk over to my desk, your summer dress is almost see-through in the right light. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” you ask, sliding the hem of your skirt up a bit, showing your pantyhose covered leg.

I’m working on my latest project, focusing on the screen. I stop, glance at your leg, then look up at you. “I can’t have lunch with you today. The boss is still on his business trip all week, so I have to have this done and on his desk by Friday.”

You look around to make sure that no one is watching, lean forward, exaggerating your cleavage. “Are you sure I don’t have anything that you want?” You almost wish you were wearing a sexier bra instead of the sports bra.

I look into your eyes, giving you that little smile that you like so much. “I wish I could take you up on your offer, but I’m busy. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow afternoon.”

You straighten up, “So not even after-work tonight?”

I shake my head. “Not this time. But tomorrow will be special and unexpected.”

You let me focus on what I’m doing. You were hoping for a quickie or at least getting your pussy licked. But now you are curious what I have in mind for tomorrow.

You grab lunch at the snack bar, and as you do you look at all of the places you haven’t tried. Elevators, but they are way to unpredictable. The education center and library, but it’s too open, and the desks are too small. “He said something different and exciting, so it won’t be a stairway, bathroom, or conference room.” You mutter to yourself.

Joan sees you sitting alone. “No lunch partner today?” she asks.

You shake your head and motion to an empty seat. “He’s busy working on whatever the boss left him.”

Joan sets down her soda, and veggie wrap. “I thought it might be something like that. On Monday when the assignments were given, I noticed you were given separate tasks.”

You really hadn’t given it much thought. Tasks are assigned to who can best complete them whether jointly or separately. You take a bite of your sandwich. After you swallow you ask her, “When is yours’ due? Mine isn’t until later in the month.”

She wipes her mouth with a napkin. “Same here.”

“So why is his due by Friday?” you ask almost to yourself. You continue chatting about it and then change the subject, “So how are things with you and your family?”

The rest of lunch is spent listening to Joan talk about her husband, kids, and pets. You think to yourself “I’m not ready for that kind of life.”

When you both finish, she says with a friendly smile, “We should chat like this more often.”

You give her a non-committal response. You tell her you want to walk around the building for a moment, to stretch your legs. You spend a few more minutes walking around and thinking of all the places that you could have sex, but nothing really jumps out at you as the obvious answer.

You try to tease me in the afternoon, but I’m really focused on my work. At one point you come over, grab a nearby chair and sit next to me. “Is there anything I can help with?”

You slowly rub your leg against my pant leg.

I release the mouse and place my hand on your knee. “I really wish there was. I really need to finish this. Tomorrow, I promise I will make it up with something really special.” I then go back to the document I’m editing. It looks like a new contract proposal, but for a company you aren’t familiar with.

You sigh, roll the chair back along the wall, and go back to your desk. Joan looks over to you. “So what’s he working on?”

“Some new contract proposal.” You say, returning to your assignment. Joan nods and goes back to her spreadsheet.

At quitting time, everyone is logging off, except me. You walk over. “It’s quitting time. Do you wanna go get a drink or something?”

I look at my watch. “I wish I could. I’ve got more to do, including a conference call in another 30 minutes.” I stand up, look around to make sure no one is still around, and I give you a quick kiss. “Get yourself some dinner. Tomorrow wear something sexy and simple. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.”

I pull up a message with the call information, and put on my headset.

Once you are home, you look in your closet. You pull out a simple skirt that goes below the knees, and a plain blouse. Simple and easy access. You also lay out your lacy yellow half-cup bra and crotchless panties. I liked the black set so much I had bought you more, in red, light blue, dark blue, and yellow. Trying to get colors that went well with your outfits.

The next morning, you feel sexy walking into the building. You are wearing your calf high boots, which you know turn me on. I’m already in the office. I have on different clothes so I didn’t work all night.

Walking slowly and seductively towards me, you ask, “So when do I get my surprise?”

I look around and quietly respond, “At the end of the day, when everyone is gone. I’m almost done.” You watch me assemble a large report with spreadsheets and data charts.

All day you try not to think about it, but you have a nervous energy, trying to focus on work but also wondering where we are going to go. When the day ends, you power down your computer and gather your purse. Joan is also leaving. She looks at you, then glances towards me and whispers “Good luck.” You give her a quick smile. You aren’t sure if she knows what I have planned or if she just thinks you are taking me out on a date. Either way, it gives you a little tingle of anticipation, knowing that Joan might know, and could even come back and catch you.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice me coming up behind you. A large binder under my arm. “Are you ready?” I ask.

You quickly look around and notice that the lights in the office are being turned off as folks leave. You look around “We aren’t going to do it here?” you quietly ask.

I smile, shake my head, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the executive offices. The doors are closed and have cypher locks. You watch as I punch the code for our boss’s door and open it. The office is dark. I turn on the tall but weak floor lamp, and have you close and lock the door behind you. “The boss wanted this proposal on his desk before he returns on Monday. I already emailed it to him, but he wants a hardcopy version to show upper management.”

You watch as I carefully clean off the desk. “Even if he comes back early, he won’t be back today. This is a once on a lifetime opportunity.” I say as I motion for to sit on his desk and raise up your skirt. You do and quickly look around to make sure there aren’t any security cameras in the room. As I get on my knees and part your legs, I say “I checked with security. I told them I would be here tonight finishing the report. They told me they appreciate it, but don’t have cameras or alarms in this room.” You feel my hands on your thighs. “Mmmm Wearing the yellow ones today. A good choice.” I softly kiss your bare inner thigh. As I kiss and lick closer to your damp pussy, you unbutton your top and play with your nipples. The lace on the top of the half cup bra has been rubbing against your nipples all day. Now you roll and pull them. My hands slide under your ass as I lick up and down your wet cunt lips. This is what you have wanted all week. I lick and suck your clit as you pull your nipples and enjoy your first orgasm.

I smile and stand up, kissing you. “Now that you are fully wet and ready, I want to fulfill my fantasy.” I pull you to your feet, turn you around, and bend you over the desk. The polished wood top feels cool against your chest. You feel me raise your skirt up over your ass, hear me unzip my pants, and they drop to the floor. My hands knead your firm butt cheeks as I move my hard cock along your waiting pussy lips. You feel me slide it in, then I hold you down. I start fucking you slowly, but then speed up. Going deeper and harder. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked on the Boss’s desk. How you wish I was your boss. You are my little cumslut secretary, getting used by me.”

I rarely talk like this. You find it different. You imagine all the movie scenes of a boss and his secretary having sex. It is arousing. I release one hand, and you feel it on your clit, rubbing as I keep thrusting into you. You are enjoying it, so you moan loudly in pleasure.

You hear the ding of the elevator. We both stop. My cock buried deep inside of you.

We listen as we hear footsteps and a voice. “This is roving patrol, checking the executive offices.”

“Good Copy. Call when you finish.” The security desk answers.

Your heart is beating faster with excitement as footsteps get closer. You feel my other hand cover your mouth, as I slowly and deliberately piston in and out of you. While my cock works in and out of you, and my fingers continue rubbing your clit, you hear the doorknob of another office rattle. My hand is tight over your mouth as I thrust harder. Another doorknob rattles. You imagine how it will be, the door will open, your chest pressed on the desk, and my cock deep in your cunt. You imagine the beam of a flashlight on you. It excites you so much and another wave of pleasure moves through you. You feel me thrust and hold it, as my hard prick floods your hungry pussy.

The doorknob rattles. “All the offices are secure.” You hear. “Moving down to the next floor.”

“Good Copy. Call when you get there.” The security desk answers again.

You hear the elevator ding. A moment later, you feel my softening prick slide from you, as cum drips on the floor.

I pull up my pants and then you straighten up. My lips are warm and damp with sweat as I kiss you. You put your arms around my neck, as I hug you. “Was that everything I promised?” I ask in a whisper. 

You press your forehead against mine. I am wringing wet with sweat. “Let’s go to my place, clean up, and have dinner.”

I nod. “Let’s put the office back the way it’s supposed to be, first.”

We quickly put everything back on the desk, wipe up the spooge stains on the carpet with napkins found in a drawer, and place the presentation binder on the center of the desk. We both check each other to make sure our clothes are straight, and then leave, ensuring the door locks behind us. Stepping from the elevator, we see the security desk. He nods as we head for the exit. “Were you able to finish what you needed?”

We both smile. I answer “Yes, It’s all done, and on the boss’s desk for when he returns.”

You take my hand. “He worked so hard, I told him I would treat him to dinner.” You realize it is the same security guard who talked to you after the incident in the emergency stairs. 

He smiles and winks. “You have a nice night. We’ll see you in the morning.”

I kiss the back of your hand. “Thanks. Hopefully you have an uneventful night.”

We go to the parking lot which is mostly empty. You look toward the building and see a few office lights on. “I wonder if they are doing what we did?”

“You never know.” I respond as we get to our cars and drive to your place.

(This is the last of the Co-worker Tales. If you enjoyed it and want more, tell me, and leave a Comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe.)

Co-Workers - Chapter 4 - The Restroom Stall

 

It has been a number of weeks that we have been having sex with each other. We even went on a few dates outside of the office. But even though the sex was good, we agreed that it seemed to be missing something.

You love the feeling of almost getting caught. The knowledge that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be, in a place and time that you shouldn’t. As good as it is going over to each other’s place and “enjoying the evening”, it still seems like it is missing something. So, we agreed to not date.

We still have sex but we agreed that we should try to “keep it fun and special”.

There was real thrill having lunch-time sex in an open conference room. The emergency stairwell is also exciting, but you want something that is a bit more comfortable. As exciting as early morning sex in the office is, there are severe limitations, as to how, where, and who enjoys who.

You are thinking about all of this as you are getting ready for work. You look at the weather report as you layout clothing.

“Today will be cool and clear, with a wind out of the North West…..”.

As you hear that, you go to your closet and grab a pair of slacks, but next to it is a thick, long plaid skirt. You grab the skirt instead. "It is thick and long enough to cover whatever I am wearing underneath."  You think slyly. You go to dresser and pull out your garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching bra. You reach for a matching pair of panties, but instead grab your crotchless ones. You also pull out the solid crotch panties and set them aside to put in your purse. "If the wind is too cold, I might need these." You think.  You look at yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, then put on the garter belt. "I love how this looks."

You sit down and slowly slide on your stockings. The texture of the smooth fabric feels so good on your legs. "I should wear these more often."

You pull on your crotchless panties last. "If my mom saw me dressing like this, she would ask “What porn movie are you shooting? Only porn stars and sluts wear panties over their stockings.”’

You look at yourself in the mirror again. "I love the look and feel of this." you think as you pull on a dark cotton blouse and button it up, then the thick skirt.  Another check in the mirror. "Perfect for a day when the weather is cool, and I have a sexy surprise concealed underneath." You smile wickedly.

The last thing, "Boots or “fuck me pumps”?" You look at your closet again. Your calf high boots will go better with the outfit.

After a last quick check in the mirror, you put the spare panties in your purse, grab a cup of coffee, and your cell phone. You quickly text me, "I hope you were a good boy last night; I might have a treat for you today."

As you are driving, a message pops up on your phone, “I was good. Can I have a sneak peek? Or do I have to wait?”

Using voice to text you reply, "Special treats are only for good boys who wait." 

“Ok. See you in the office.”

You pull into the parking lot, arriving before me. "Good".

The wind is cold as you step out of the car. "Good thing this skirt is thick", you think as blows hard against you.

Once you are inside the building, you use the ladies’ room and you check your outfit and makeup. Then you stop and open the handicapped stall. Looking at the grab bars, raised toilet, larger stall walls, you smile to yourself and then go to your desk.

As you set down your purse, you hear a low wolf whistle. I walk up behind you. “That looks so sexy on you. I love the boots and skirt.” I lower my voice some more, “Is that my treat?”

You whisper back "You will have to wait and see." You sit down and log into your computer and start focusing on emails. Luckily today, most of what you are dealing with is routine. A chat window from me pops up from time to time. “When do I get my treat?”

‘If you can’t wait, you will ruin the surprise.’ You respond.

I grab a stack of papers and walk up to your desk. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything right now?” I ask. "No, I'm good. Maybe as we get closer to lunchtime, I might need a hand with something. Maybe I might have an idea of something tasty that you'll want to eat?" you say in a low and seductive.

I let out a groan of frustration.

You glance down at my lap and see the outline of my cock. Then you stand and whisper in my ear, as your hand brushes my crotch. "Aawww, are you getting frustrated? Maybe you will have to wait even longer?"

You kiss my cheek and sit down.

I walk back to my desk, and you look around. You notice that Joan, whose desk isn’t far from yours, looks at you with a wicked smile. She shakes her head and focuses on her work.

You get a little turned on, knowing that you are getting me hard, and that Joan might have noticed. Just the thought of almost getting caught, even though you weren’t doing anything, makes your nipples harden a bit, and you flush at the fact that you are wearing your crotchless panties around everyone.

You remember the day that I sat under my desk and ate your pussy as others were arriving. "Mmmmm it is a wonderful thought, but he can’t do that right now." you think.

Later on, you look at the clock. It’s 10:30, too early for lunch, but good enough for a coffee break. You make a last check of emails to make sure there aren’t any client requests.

Nothing in the queue.

You open a chat window. "I am going to get some coffee. Wait 5 minutes and then see me over by the Ladies’ room on the first floor."

You stand up, grab your coffee cup and walk out of the area. There is a snack bar on the first floor not far from the Ladies’ room, so you go there, and refill your cup.

You then check the Ladies’ room to ensure it is empty.

A few minutes later, I walk over to you. “Should I get a coffee…”

You grab my shirt and pull me in. You lead me all the way to the handicapped stall and latch it. You kiss me passionately. My warm lips pressed against yours.

You release me, and hold your finger to your lips in a "keep quiet" motion.

I silently nod. You raise up your thick skirt and show me your sexy underwear.

“Oh my. Is that for me?” I whisper. You nod and motion for me to get on my knees. Grabbing one of the support bars, you press against one of the stall walls.

I slide my hands up your stocking clad legs and softly kiss the bare part of your right inner thigh just above the top of the stocking. You spread your legs a bit wider and feel my breath on your exposed pussy as I slowly kiss closer to it. You close your eyes and anticipate my tongue on your pussy lips.

My hands grab your ass cheeks as I slowly lick up and down. You feel the tip of my tongue slowly going between and around your sweet, damp pussy. You inhale sharply as I thrust my tongue hungrily into you.

We hear the door to the ladies’ room open and someone goes into the first stall. You grab my hair and hold my head still, as you slowly sit down on the toilet seat, your legs still spread.

I look up at you from under your skirt. You make the "Shhh" motion with your other hand. I silently nod as you continue to hold my hair.

We hear the other person using the toilet unaware of us. I slowly lick around your clit. I make quick flicking motions with just the tip. A small moan escapes your lips. You clasp your hand over your mouth.  We hear the other person wiping and then flushing. With the noise of the water, I clamp my mouth on your clit and suck firmly. You moan again through your closed mouth.

We hear her leave, and you pull my head from between your legs. "I want you to fuck me now." You whisper. We stand up. You turn around and lean over the toilet, grabbing both safety bars. Your heart is beating harder. You try to steady your breathing, as you feel me raise your skirt over your ass, then the tip of my hard cock slowly rubbing your wet open pussy.

I am enjoying this too. I grab your hips and thrust deeply. You inhale sharply again. I work my cock in and out. You love how it feels as I take you from behind.  You grab the bars more firmly as I fuck you harder. You bite your lower lip to keep from making noise. "God, this feels so good."

My cock feels so thick and hard inside of you. You release one grab bar, reach down, and rub your clit. You're going to cum so hard.  The thought of someone walking in just as you cum fills your mind and you feel even more excited. You rub your clit faster as you feel my cock thrust and hold it inside of you.

"No, don’t cum inside of me. I want it in my mouth." you say in a hushed tone. I pull out, and stand there. My cock coated with your juices and twitching.

You turn around and grab it. You stroke me hard and fast, with your mouth open at the tip. I grab the walls of the stall as I cum. My moan is audible, as my cum shoots into your open mouth. You then suck the tip, tasting both your flavors and mine. I stand there as you take me fully in your mouth. The familiar flavor of my cum fills your mouth, as you suck me clean.

You stand up and kiss me passionately sharing our flavors. Then you use some toilet paper to wipe your freshly used pussy, and flush.

We slowly open the stall door to ensure the room is empty. After quickly washing your hands, and checking in the mirror that your clothing is straight, you check the hallway to see if anyone will notice both of us leaving.

I grab your coffee cup which you left on the small shelf in the stall.

Once we are in the hallway, I hand you your cup. “I think your cup needs topped off. I will get a cup too.”

We go back upstairs to the office. After checking emails, a message pops up from me. “Did you finish? If not, do you want to try again this afternoon?” You type back. "I was close, but got what I wanted. Let’s see how the day goes. I might need your help later."

"I like these panties on a day like today." you think as you smile to yourself.

Co-Workers - Chapter 3 — "Under the Desk"

 

It is finally Friday. We have been working hard this week. After the Security Guard talked with us about our stairwell adventure, we decided that we would slow down while there were other people at work.

We finished our project on Thursday afternoon it was sent up to management for final approval. I asked you to come in early Friday because I had an idea.

You wearing your favorite comfortable blue skirt and lacy black top with the built-in cups.

You ride up the elevator, and wonder what I have in mind.

You open the door and the overhead lights aren’t on yet. The only light is coming in from the windows. You reach to turn on the lights,

“Don’t do that yet.” I say, “Just come on down to my desk.” My desk is down at the end of a row of cubes. You like it because I always have to walk past your desk to go anywhere. You see me in the low light and I am wearing one of my grey polo shirts and navy slacks.

‘So, what is this about?’ You ask.

“I had an idea. You know how you often flash me and tease me with your sweet pussy? How would you like to start off your day right?”

‘What do you mean?’ You ask with a smirk.

“Everyone was working so hard on the project all week, most of them will probably come in late. That is why I wanted us to come in early. Set your stuff down on my desk. Use my computer and sit at my desk this morning.”

‘Why, what are you going to do?’ and you watch me climb under my desk and sit facing you. “Power things up, sit in my chair and roll closer.” I say in a low voice.

‘What will I say if anyone asks why I am using your desk?’

“If anyone asks, tell them that you have a connectivity issue, and you already called the Help Desk. You don’t have time to wait for them to send up a tech, so you are using my desk instead. And if anyone asks where I am, just tell them that I am somewhere around.” I say with a malicious grin.

You look at the clock on the wall. ‘If we are going to do this, then we need to start. People will probably start showing up in the next 15 to 20 minutes.’ You say as you sit in my chair. You take a moment and transfer your phone number to my phone, and log into the computer.

You make sure you are sitting near the edge of the chair so you can spread your legs.

As you start opening emails. you feel my breath on your thigh.

My soft lips kiss the inside of your right thigh.

My lips feel warm through your pantyhose.

You feel my hand rest on your other thigh, as I slowly kiss closer to your panties.

‘You should have told me to not wear pantyhose today.’ you say in a low voice, even though the office is still empty.

“Do you want to take them off?”

You sigh, slide the chair back and stand up.

‘Can you take them off of me?’ you ask.

I reach up under your skirt. You feel my fingers at your waistband. I slowly pull them down. Moving teasingly slow so you feel the smooth texture of your hose slide down your hips and ass, under your skirt.

I slowly continue sliding them down your legs.

Once they are at your ankles, I slide of one shoe, remove your hose, replace the shoe, and then the other shoe. “Do you want to put these in your purse or my desk drawer?” you smile at that question, but put them in your purse just in case you need them.

You sit back down and roll the chair up to the desk, keeping your knees spread wide.

As you look at the screen at the next email, you feel my head between your thighs again. My lips feel soft, warm, and wet as I slowly kiss the upper inside of your right thigh.

You feel my hair brush against the inside of your left thigh. It feels soft and smooth so you bring your legs slight closer together, so you enjoy both feelings.

The emails you are reading are the normal updates and responses the next upcoming projects.

You try to focus on what you are reading, as you feel my lips on your black lacy panties.

I softly kiss and lick. You feel the texture of your panties slowly moving along your pussy as my tongue and lips press against you.

“Seize the moment now!” you read as the intro to an email from a client.

You feel my tongue lick up and down the crotch of your panties. I taste your dampness through your panties. You try to focus on the email, to see what the client is talking about.

“With the successes during the last fiscal year, that our company has….”

You feel the suction of my mouth over your clit, as I suck your damp panties and clit at the same time. You grab the computer mouse harder as you feel me grab your bare thighs and suck on your pussy.

You curse under your breath.

“that our company has enjoyed our relationship with you, we are looking at expanding..”

I stop sucking and slide the crotch of your panties to the side.

You spread your legs wider as you feel my slick, wet tongue slowly licking your damp pussy lips going up…. across…. down….and… around.

“we are looking at expanding our existing contracts and possibly adding new orders.”

My tongue slides deeply into your wet hungry pussy and my nose rubs your bare clit. It feels so good, you put one had under the desk and grab my hair. I grab your hips and pull your crotch tightly against my mouth. You feel my tongue deep inside of you.

You close your eyes and lean your head back in pleasure, feeling me lick up and around your clit. My tongue feels so good licking around it and then I suck it again. You feel my mouth suck your clit harder. If feels sooooo good. You tighten your thighs around my head.

The office door opens and the overhead lights come on.

‘Don’t stop, I am so close.’ you whisper.

You hear someone walking down another aisle and sitting down a few desks away.

I release one hip and you feel my fingers slide into your wet open pussy. My fingers are working in and out, twisting and thrusting as suck your clit harder. You cover your mouth so you don’t moan, but you know that you aren’t completely silent. You feel your pleasure flowing. You bite your lower lip, and breath harder through your nose.

“Oh, you are here too.” you hear a voice call overtop of the cubes. “Why were you sitting in the dark?” He asks.

‘I had…. ah … problem with…….my connection…. and the…. morning light…. through the windows…..was nice.’ you say trying to keep your breathing steady.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You feel my fingers slow down the thrusting, and I lick quietly lick around your clit. ‘Yea. Have you opened your emails? I think one of our biggest customers might want to add some new orders. I am reading it over right now. You should open it.’ You say.

You hear him sit back down, and clicking on his keyboard.

You sigh, look down, and whisper ‘This feels so good, but I need you to stop.’ You slowly roll the chair back and I crawl out from under the desk.

I stand up and kiss you. My mouth is wet with your juices and you taste your pussy on me. “You were so wet. Do I need a towel for my chair?” I whisper in your ear.

You nod and smile as you stand up, grabbing your purse, and say, ‘I need to use the restroom.’

“Should I follow you?” I whisper. You sigh, ‘Not right now. Maybe later.’ You kiss my cheek and walk away. I get some paper towels from the kitchenette, to clean up my chair.

You return from the restroom with your pantyhose back on, set things on your desk, and then walk down to my desk.

I look up from my computer screen, as you lean over me, whispering ‘Here, take these home and bring them back all clean.’ You kiss my cheek as you press your wet panties into my hand. “I will.” I say in a low tone as I put them into a pocket of my computer bag.

In a louder tone, you say. ‘So, what do you think about the email from our client?’ “I haven’t finish it, yet. Did IT fix your connectivity issue?” ‘I think so. Let me check it.’ you say as you return to your desk, log into your computer and pull up the email.

A chat window pops up. “Thank you. Tell me when you want me to continue.” ‘I will.’ you type as more people come into the office. It is definitely time to start the workday.

(This is the 3rd of the Co-worker stories.  If you like these and want more, leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Co-workers - Chapter 2 — "Emergency Stairs"

During the day, in the office, you have been teasing me.

Every so often, when I come near your desk, you raise up your blue skirt, and show me your legs. I come over to show you one of the documents I’m working on. You lean forward to rub your breasts against me.

No one in the office notices what we are doing.

I whisper in your ear, “We can’t do the lunch thing again, but I have an idea, if you can wait until the end of the day?”

I slowly rub the back of your skirt. You feel my hand slowly caress your ass. You knock a pencil off your desk. “I’ll get it. I say. I go under your desk and grab the pencil. As I come up, you spread your legs and flash your panties.

I wink and smile as I hand you the pencil, grab my document, and say, “Thanks for you input. I’ll make those changes.”

I look around to make sure that nobody is watching and I lean in to you.

“When the day ends, stop by my desk. I definitely have an idea for you.”

Before I walk away I look down at your black lacy top, and even through your black bra I see your lovely hard nipples.

As I walk back to my desk, you look at the clock. 3 hours until the end of the day. ‘I wonder what he has in mind?’ You ask yourself.

The building we work in is a multi-story office building. We work on one of the upper floors. As the day is almost over, you notice people packing up, powering down computers, turning off coffee makers, etc. You power down your computer, grab your purse, and slowly walk towards my desk.

I am putting away what I was working on. I look up. “Are you ready to go?” I grab my computer bag, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

Instead of going towards the elevators, I head down a different hallway. There is a red painted door with a sign “Emergency Stairs.”

‘Wait. What is this?’ you ask. We enter through the door.

“I checked this out earlier. These concrete stairs are designed to provide an exit in case of an emergency. No one uses them.” I say and I kiss you as the door closes.

There is a landing and thick iron railings. I back you up against them.

You feel my tongue in your mouth and my hand between your thighs. You lift your top over your breasts and one of my hands caresses your breast. I slide my fingers under your bra and rub your right nipple, as my other hand rubs your pussy through your panties. You feel the texture of your panties rubbing your lips and mound.

You rub your back up and down the railing.

I stop kissing you and kiss the upper part of your left breast then I stop rubbing you and pull your round breasts from your bra.

Your nipples are so hard.

I lick around the left one, as my fingers slowly roll the right one.

You feel my other hand between your legs again. I slowly rub your pussy feeling the dampness of your panties.

I suck your left nipple firmly.

You grab the railing with both hands. It feels cold.

You moan a bit and you realize that it echoes against the painted cinderblock walls.

You tighten your lips, as you feel my fingers slide the crotch of your panties to one side.

My fingertips slowly rub up and down your pussy lips. Moving along them but not entering. I rub your juices all along your wet lips.

I stop sucking your nipple and get to my knees.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy” I say in a low voice. You are sure that it is echoing down the stairwell.

You feel my hands raise your skirt and then slide the crotch of your panties to the side, as you spread your legs a bit wider, and rest your ass on one of the rails.

I slowly lick between your pussy lips and then up and around your clit.

You feel my fingers push back the hood of your clit and my warm wet mouth sucks it.

You place a hand on my head as I suck your clit harder. You feel the suction as I slide two fingers into your wet pussy. I work my finger in and out, thrusting and twisting, as I alternate between sucking and licking your clit.

It feels so good. You try to suppress a moan, but it sounds like a muffled grunt. I work my fingers faster.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ you pant. You feel pleasure moving though you.

I stand up, I kiss you hard. You taste your pussy on my mouth.

“You were teasing me earlier. Since then I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you hard.” I whisper in your ear.

I turn you around and have you lean on the railing.

Your breasts feel the cool air down the stairwell.

I raise your skirt over your ass. I kiss a firm butt cheek, and then you hear me undo my pants. You grab the railing as you feel me rub my hard cock up and down the crack of your ass.

“I love your ass and pussy.” I whisper in your ear, as you feel the tip of my cock thrust into your open pussy.

I put a hand over your mouth as I thrust harder. I slide in and out of your wet pussy so smoothly. I reach my other hand down and rub your clit.

“Do you want to cum?” I ask in a low voice.

You nod. I rub your clit harder and faster as I thrust deeper into you.

As I fuck you harder, the railing is hard against your chest. I keep going.

You try to moan, but my hand is covering your mouth firmly. There are noises but they are coming from me.

My cock feels so slick inside of you. “I am going to cum.’ You hear my voice echo down the stairwell. I thrust and hold it. You feel my cock pulse inside of you as my fills your wet pussy.

I turn your head and kiss your mouth. Then I slowly slide my softening cock from you as cum drips from you.

We take a minute, and fix our clothes. We walk down the stairs until we get to the lobby. Most everyone else is grabbing their car keys or cell phones as they go out the front doors.

The building security looks at us. He motions for us to come to him.

“I am glad to see that the Emergency Stairs are working for you. There are a few people who use them for exercising.” He says with a grin.

“Next time you want to exercise on the stairs, warn me first. My console lights up when the doors are opened. If you tell me that you are taking the stairs instead of the elevator because you are trying to “get in your steps” or some other form of exercise, then I know there isn’t an emergency. And if you are coming down from upstairs, just call first.”

We both nod and thank him.

“One last thing, I heard you breathing hard, from walking, so you might need to exercise more often. The stairwell echoes. I’ll have the cleaning staff make sure that your sweat is wiped up, We don’t want people slipping and getting hurt. You folks enjoy your evening.” He says with a large grin.

(This is the 2nd story of the Co-worker storyline. If you are enjoying these, tell me, especially if you want more of these. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)