Imagine dreaming about a co-worker. It doesn't seem like that odd of an idea. But because of this co-worker my life has taken on a completely different characteristic. I'm to the point where I don't even know who I am anymore.
It started a year ago; I had just been hired to the IT Sales department. I was a young kid just out of college, looking for my way in life. My first day on the job I met a woman. She was wearing a pretty bland work-office uniform. Longer skirt, a white button up shirt, and suit jacket. I wouldn't have normally noticed her, but when I first saw her she was bent over grabbing a paper that had fallen from the office printer. As she bent over, I saw a light blue thong that suggested everything BUT being a regular office lady.
I went home that night, and could think of nothing but this woman. I didn't even know her name, but in my dreams she came to me. I would be lying in bed, half asleep and I'd hear a knock on the door. She'd push it open, wearing that business suit. Upon coming into my bedroom she would slowly strip; taking off her suit jacket, and then unbuttoning the shirt one button at a time while licking her lips. She would pull up her skirt teasingly to just below her panties, feeling her pussy through her skirt.
Until the buttons were all undone, then she would play with her bra under her shirt. Finally she would completely take off the shirt, stepping closer to my bed, unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Left in just her underwear, she would slowly unfasten her bra, teasing me as she uncovered just a small bit of her areola. Finally, she would drop her bra to the floor and begin playing with her pussy through her panties.
Turning around I could see her cute ass, she would bend over showing me her asshole around her thong, asking to be fucked. Playing with her clit she would watch me through her open legs, her long blond hair hanging under her. She would turn around, place her knee on my bed; call my name as she stuck her hand into her underwear. I could hear her breathing deeply as she played with herself.
Finally, she would cum at the foot of my bed, her light blue thong dripping with her wetness. Then I would wake up and it would be morning. It was very frustrating; as I just wanted to touch her, make her cum with my hands.
One morning, as I walked into work I spotted her in the break room. I ran in determined to find out her name. I walked straight up to her; her back was turned to me as she was getting a cup of coffee from the machine. "Umm," I called, trying to come up with the words to say to her.
"Hi," she turned around, smiling at my shyness. As she moved to walk around me, behind her shirt peered an uncovered nipple. I saw through the open space between buttons on her shirt. The perfect pink nipple stared up at me for an instant, asking to be licked. I couldn't believe what I had seen. As I sat there in contemplation she left the room, when I looked up to make conversation she was long gone.
My dreams continued for weeks, barely changing. Every night would be the same thing, she would inch closer to me, removing piece after piece of clothing. Until she would get to my bed, get off, and then I would wake up. The longer this happened, I began waking up with such a hard on I would have to masturbate in the shower. Eyes closed I imagining her reaching out to my cock on her knees in the shower with me. Pulling it into her warm mouth as she wrapped her tongue around my head. Stroking back and forth she would bring me closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, I would explode cum spurting into her face, into her mouth, and onto her perfectly perky breasts. Then, when I'd open my eyes, I would be alone in the shower with cum on my feet.
Going to work started to cause me physical pain, as I would see her in the hall my penis would leap through my pants at her. I had to relieve myself several times a day on average, just to keep my mind on the work at hand. As I began to make friends at work I would ask them who she was. No one really knew, she was quiet and reserved.
Sitting in a meeting one Thursday, I was surprised as she pulled up the seat across from me. Throughout the whole meeting, my eyes kept flickering to her. Suddenly, I felt someone's bare feet rubbing up my leg under my pants. They had warm soft feet, in my mind I imagined her unzipping my pants under the table, pulling out my hard cock and sucking it into her mouth. Playing with my balls as she sucked and licked at me.
"Mr. John," the director called my name. I returned to reality, her foot still massaging my leg, climbing higher and higher.
"Yes sir, sorry," I said looking up to the Director.
"It was a complement. Keep up the good work," he smiled at me. The room applauded. Blushing I felt her foot reach my hard penis under the table, my eyes darted straight to her face as she felt my hard cock with her foot. If it was her, she didn't give any hint. She sat in her chair calmly listening to the meeting. Looking across the table I tried to investigate who else could be feeling me, coming up with no one.
As we left the meeting, she followed me out. Walking to the bathroom to deal with my erection I heard her footsteps behind me. I turned to look, and she was gone. "Damn," I said to myself as I walked into the bathroom stall. I pulled out my huge hard penis and started stroking. Suddenly, the door opened. I stopped instantly, listening.
"What are you doing this weekend?" I heard a woman's voice in the hallway.
"Well, I'll be at Club Blue, maybe I'll see you there...Yeah... ok great." I was left in silence, my hard on begging to be released. I closed my eyes, imagining.
She pulled the stall door open, coming in behind me. Her hand felt down my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. She reached her hand up my shirt, rubbing my muscled stomach. I could smell her perfume on the air, beautiful. I kept stroking, until her hand pushed mine aside. Her hand covered my cock, stroking me fast and hard. My head fell back, gasping as quietly as I could.
My knees started to twitch as she drew me closer to orgasm. Suddenly she turned me around, taking my hand she plunged it deep into her skirt. I felt her wet hot pussy between my fingers. My thumb found her clit as she pushed my index finger into herself. She humped my hand as she stroked my cock. I was going to cum, quickly, so was she. As I rubbed harder and harder with my thumb I fingered her harder and harder. Finding her G-Spot I put pressure on it knowing she was going to cum soon, I stuck my pinky in her asshole as I fingered her hard. She moaned, filled in all ways.
Her body pressed against mine, feeling her hard nipples through her shirt. My penis exploded in her hand all over her fingers, suddenly her pussy squirted all over. The sound of her cumming and squirting on the floor was enough to make me cum again.
I opened my eyes, alone in the stall, alone in the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard high heels walking in the bathroom! To the door, and out. I shut my pants as quick as I could; running out after whom ever was in the bathroom, finding an empty hall. I finished the week strong, making good numbers. I didn't see her again until Friday night as we both left the building.
Standing in the elevator together in silence. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts, wondering if they were uncovered in there again today. I heard a buzzing, as she reached for her cell phone in her purse I watched her beautiful face as she smiled at the message, wishing she could smile at me like that.
As the door opened she walked to it, suddenly her cell phone slipped from her grasp. I jumped down to catch it, making it just in time. I looked down at the screen, "10PM in the Blue Lady room, I'll be there waiting for you."
I handed the phone back to her, acting like I hadn't read the message.
"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed. "I'm such a klutz. You're new right? I'm Roxxana."
"Oh, hi," I stuttered. "I'm John but you can call me Val."
"Val? Isn't that a girls name?" She giggled.
"No, it's my last name. Valentine, I've always gone by Val."
