The Business Trip (Would You Sleep With a Co-Worker?)
This week’s Wet Wednesdays is a collaborative effort of sorts between Southern Lady In DC and yours truly, NWSO. Enjoy!
I’ve had this thing for Marcus for some time now. He’s tall, muscular and just exudes confidence from every pore of his body. I did mention his body, right? Well, he’s also super sweet and is a complete gentleman. As far as I can tell Marcus is the perfect man. The only problem is he’s also my co-worker.
Normally I believe a man should take the lead, but Marcus was moving too slow. A sister was tired of touching herself. Thinking about him. Imaging his hand in place of my own. Caressing my body. Stimulating my clit. Making me quiver.
This nightly ritual was becoming too much for me. I wanted him. No, no, I needed him and I was willing to do anything in my power to get him.
My opportunity finally came when I was assigned to do an out of town business proposal. As head of the project, I was in charge of selecting someone to assist me on this overnight getaway.
Of course, I chose Marcus.
There were too many watching eyes at the office. Too many limiting rules of conduct to act. Beyond stateliness I’d be free to act on every impulse and desire I’ve had about this man. This was my opportunity to finally go after what I wanted without any fear of judgment from anybody except Marcus and there’s no way he could resist me.
I was going to rock his world.
Following a day of meetings and presentations, Marcus and I stopped by a local restaurant to grab something to eat. Conversation was great, but I couldn’t stop staring at his juicy lips. I just wanted to reach across the table and kiss him. But I kept my cool.
And waited.
When Marcus and I returned to the hotel, we took the elevator up to the eight floor and he walked me to my room.
“Are you tired,” I asked.
“No, not at all,” he said. “Why, what’s up?”
“I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something.”
“Okay, that sounds like a plan. Your room or mine?”
“Yours. I have to freshen up real quick, so I’ll be by in a few. What room are you in again?”
“Room 817.”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
I jumped in the shower and started to get ready. First, I rubbed cocoa butter on my skin to keep my legs smooth and sexy. Then, I popped the tags off the Victoria’s Secret come-fuck-me set I picked up last night. I sprayed on a light layer of perfume that I knew would make him stand still and take me all in.
After I checked myself in the full-length mirror, I threw on a pair of sweats and a wifebeater. What? I was only going to his room to “watch movies,” I couldn’t make myself that obvious. LOL.
I knocked on Marcus’ door and waited anxiously for him to open it. When he did, I saw he had switched into some sweats as well.
“I see we have matching outfits,” I said.
Looking down to take in my ensemble, he replied, “Yeah, I guess we do.”
Marcus welcomed me in and I took a seat on his king sized bed. He turned on the TV and flicked through the channels before stopping at some movie. Neither of us were really watching; we were too busy talking and enjoying the mini bar to pay it much mind.
As the liquor started to take its effect on me, I finally mustered up the courage to make my move. After lying by Marcus' side for the past hour and exchanging glances, I leaned in and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
It was long, sweet, stimulating and so worth the wait.
Marcus’ hands went stealth under my shirt, grazing my pointed nipples poking through the lace of my bra. In one move my shirt went over my head and on to the floor.
I can’t remember how he got my bottoms off.
I was too intoxicated by the passionate kisses and Marcus’ scent by then to recall clearly. What did it matter, anyway? I was about to turn my fantasies into orgasmic reality.
Just then Marcus leapt off the bed. He looked at me with those dreamy eyes and licked his lips. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his muscular frame to me for the first time. Who knew he was hiding all of this manliness up under those stuffy dress shirts and ties?
I refused to wait any longer for him.
For this.
I sat up and pulled down Marcus’ boxers to reveal the most outstanding dick I had ever seen. It was perfectly manicured to accentuate his length and chocolate skin. It was more, much more, than I imagined and it was all mine for the taking.
Finally.
I positioned myself on the edge of the bed so my lips could greet him. A droplet of pre-cum was on the tip of his dick and I licked it up.
It was delicious.
I wanted to savor every moment of this so I teased him with my tongue.
Licking then stopping.
Sucking then stopping.
Then, I got a little more serious with him. I massaged his balls with my left hand as I stroked his saliva-soaked shaft with my right.
Marcus’ body was tense.
His breathing was deep.
He did not know it yet, but he was in for the deep throat of his life.
No gag reflexes.
No mercy.
As I moved my mouth up and down his dick, Marcus ran his hands through my hair, guiding me through each stroke. He was gentle, yet forceful. Just how I liked it.
The room was quiet.
Except for his moans and the sweet sucking sounds every time I released his dick from my jaw only to take all in once again.
Before I could finish Marcus lifted me to my feet and pushed me back onto the bed.
We kissed.
Again.
I loved the way his lips felt against mine, and how his uninhibited tongue searched for every drop of his fluids that I had kidnapped with my mouth.
As Marcus kissed me, his hands caressed my back and made their way to my bra.
He unhooked my straps.
One by one.
His lips and tongue navigated their way across my body as if they were guided by MapQuest. He just knew where to go without being told.
He paid extra attention to my rock hard nipples. While Marcus sucked on my breasts, his hands traveled down to my soaked panties. He gently played with my pussy, while his lips explored the other regions of my body.
Slowly.
Marcus worked his tongue down my stomach and to my belly button. Then, he bypassed my waiting pussy and traveled across my thighs down to my feet. As my eyes rolled back in my head with excitement, I realized that Marcus’ body wasn’t the thing only thing that was amazing.
I was ready for Marcus to slide inside of me but he had other plans.
Much to my frustration, he leapt out of the bed once again. From there he took me by my ankles and pulled me towards him in one swift motion until my legs rested on his shoulders.
They felt like they belonged there.
Marcus cupped my ass with his hands and buried his tongue deep inside my pussy.
He sucked.
He nibbled.
He licked.
He lapped.
He made figure 8’s with his tongue.
All I could see were the insides of my eyelids but the slurping sounds of Marcus enjoying me made my body quiver. My mouth went dry as I moaned in ecstasy and draped my arms around his head.
Without skipping a beat, Marcus hoisted me up into the air and let my naked body slide down his. I saw my juices all over his face.
It excited me.
I licked and kissed it clean.
He placed me back on the bed and grabbed a condom from his wallet before inching towards me, until his body was hovering over mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and braced myself anxiously for his hardness to be within me.
Finally.
He entered.
Our synchronized breathing was rugged and choppy.
Marcus hit spots I didn’t even know I had.
After receiving all of his pleasure, I wanted to share in the fun. As much as I enjoyed his seductive stroke, I wanted to give just as much as I received.
“Let me ride you,” I whispered.
Marcus flipped over onto his back and I mounted him. I started with a slow up and down motion just to tease him before I made figure 8’s of my own.
He grabbed my waist with his gentle yet powerful hands, while I placed mine on his chest so I could steady myself as I worked that dick.
I felt his body tremble as I rode him harder and choked his dick with the walls of my tight pussy.
Marcus wanted control back and took it.
He flipped me back over onto my back before I could even protest—not that I would have anyway.
We found a new rhythm.
He molded my pussy to his liking, making it contour to the curve of his dick. I purred in excitement and dug my nails into his back as Marcus and I came together.
Wanting the moment to last as long as possible, we rode the final waves of pleasure to orgasm heaven.
He kissed me.
Sweetly.
Then collapsed on the bed next to me.
I kissed Marcus softly on his lips.
Then his chest.
Then the inside of his thighs.
Then his dick.
I wanted to taste him again and I did. I licked off all remnants of myself from his satisfied dick with my tongue.
Marcus griped the sheets and moaned, as I brought him to euphoria once more.
When I was done I kissed my way back up his body and rested on his chest.
We stayed in each other’s arms until morning, when we were forced to return back to reality after living out a dream.
Fin!
Have you ever been attracted to someone you worked with? Would you act on those feelings or keep them to yourself for fear of losing your job? Have you ever had an office affair? Did you get caught? Have you ever had sex at work? Could you work in the same office space as an ex? Why is there more of a negative stigma associated with women who sleep with a co-worker than men who do the same thing? Does it make a difference if the person you’re sleeping with is a higher up? Do you think office romances can actually work or are they doomed to fail?
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