The Day We Finally Crossed The Line

There was this super chill, quintessential cool girl I used to work with in my previous job. You know the kind who are really well spoken, well read, write blogs and stuff, do not have any airs about how pretty they really are, and are always fun to be around? Yeah, she was that kind. She was my junior and we used to work in the same team.

We had a very friendly relationship from the outset, but since we were both with different people at that point in our lives, we never really acknowledged the obvious mutual attraction we had for each other. It was only after I moved on to a new position in a different country that we started to really get close through texts and calls.

One drunken night over the weekend feeling particularly lonely in a new country, emboldened with the booze in my system I ended up telling her I have had vivid fantasies of her on many occasions and how much I was attracted to her.

One thing led to another, and yada yada yada...we ended up sexting that night. And on a few occasions after that. However, since we were both with different people, we decided to never take it any further. That was our escape from the reality we were in. (...or maybe it was the excuse we used to justify what we were doing.)

We didn't see each other irl other than a few video calls here and there, so we were pretty sure that nothing was gonna happen between us to change the equations we had with our respective partners. Things were pretty smooth and we were able to keep it simple for the next couple of years.

Until...I needed to travel back to the city she was living in. Since I knew that meeting her irl would definitely test my powers of restraint, I chose to not tell her of my planned visit to her city. I expected to wrap up my work in a couple of days, and figured I'll be back in no time, so no harm done!

So, after wrapping up the day on my first day in her city, I decide to go out for a quick beer and grab something to eat. I went to this quaint little place I used to regularly go to from when I lived there before. I sat down at the bar fiddling with my phone, trying to catch the score from the big game going on that night when I heard someone call out my name. I turned around...to guess who. She's there with her husband and turns out they liked this particular restaurant too! Surprise!!!

They invite me over to their table and the drinks start to flow as we catch up and talk generally about what's going on in our lives. In the midst of all the talks, we share those knowing glances with each other, understanding too well what we're both thinking about. As the night winds down, her husband is totally sloshed, and she invites me to come back to her place for a cup of coffee before we call it a night. We joke about the 'coffee' analogy when I remind her of the particular episode from Seinfeld, which was one of her all time favourites. Anyway, I agree to accompany them in their car and make sure that they get back home safe.

Once we're back at her place, we both had to literally carry her husband to the bed as he's clocked out for the night by now. We step out to the balcony adjoining their bedroom to enjoy the chill in the air and talk some more before I call it a night. That's when it happened. I tell her how hard I've been trying to stop myself from thinking about how sexy her ass looked in the dress, or trying to guess whether she's wearing panties that match the colour of her dress. She leans in and whispers '...and how do you know I'm wearing any?'

That's all it took. I couldn't take it any more and pulled her closer to me by her waist and planted my lips on her.

We kissed...deeply, hungry for each other. I traced her curves with my finger tips, from her waist, up her arms to her shoulder blades as I kissed and licked my way to her ear lobes, along the sides of her neck. I knew that drove her wild. She grabbed me even tighter as my hands slipped the straps of her dress along her shoulders. She let it fall to her elbows, and I leaned in to cup her breasts. I pulled her bra off and bent down to take her nipples in my mouth. Licking, and sucking on them as if my life depended on it.

She pulled my hair and thrust her breasts in my mouth in reply moaning my name softly. I put one finger on her lips and nodded towards the bedroom door to remind her to be quiet. My other hand was teasing the hem of her dress along her thighs as I pulled it up exposing her perfect, round ass. Parting her legs, I slid the tip of my middle finger along her slit..and boy was she wet. I pushed her against the wall, got down on my knees in front of her and slowly licked along the centre of her tight, shaved pussy. She tasted like heaven! Just like I had imagined and she had promised.

I slid a finger inside her and teased around her clit with the tip of my tongue, licking and sucking on it, and in and around it gently. She couldn't keep her voice down any more now. She was bucking against my face, arching her hips up to meet my lips, and fucking my tongue. She pushed me towards the chair in the corner and sat on top of me grinding herself against my fat, throbbing cock. She reached down, guided me inside her and started riding me like crazy. I was kneading, biting, and sucking on her chocolate brown nips and thrusting up inside her as she rode me like we always wanted to all these years.

She pulled on my hair and told me how close she was and she was gonna cum...how she wanted me to cum for her...inside her...and I came. I couldn't hold on any longer after the way she said it. I felt my cock spasm and shot my hot white jiz inside her pussy. She came right as I felt my cock twitch for my first load. She sat on me milking me of my cum for some time... rocking back and forth gently, whispering how much she loved it. It felt like a dream...an absolute dream in that moment.

And that's how we crossed the line that day...finally.