I've worked with two organizations over a span of 25 years; I was never much for jumping around to different jobs...I think I like the stability and continuity with long-term employment. That makes me sound like a relic but I do have a passion and pride for what I do. Unlike some fields, it was a labor-intensive industry with a constant influx of people, many younger people, working summer jobs and starting careers. However, like other businesses, there was always a good dose of workplace romance. Because, I always had a position in management...I often took on a mentor role for new recruits. Over that span of time, this often led to situations with co-workers and that's the context from where the following job experiences originate. Hardly the experiences that you can share in a resume, but I can share them here, online. In many ways this is a more accurate portrayal of me and my sexual realities. It has been healthy and restorative to finally be myself in this public forum.
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Part 1
Tara, jumping out of bed, upset and unsatisfied, she went down the stairs.
Landing on the couch, with her laptop, she pulled up her account and clicked on insatiablerob8. Hey, are you online? I know you are and I need to talk.
What' going on?
Oh, Bryan is asleep and I'm still horny. Will you talk dirty to me? I need to diddle...fuck, I need to cum hard. Rob, I want to be satisfied! Again, I didn't have an orgasm; he did his thing and just passed out!
"I'm really sorry...Tina is out of town and I am stroking to a classic...or sort of a classic"
"What does that mean?"
LOL... "Bruce is pounding the hell out of Dakota"
She started right in with, "Yummy...I love that one. I'm not Dakota but I got a tight, little pussy just dripping for you. Would you lick me? Well, if you were here."
Anxious to reciprocate, I reply, "Well, I'm not Bruce, but I would lap at your pussy with my tongue, sliding it up & down over your labia...teasing you a bit till I decide to work your clit, circling my tongue over it and gently sucking it. I long for the salty taste of your pussy...the scent is overwhelming...intoxicating."
She types; "I want to push my cunt into you and ride that tongue."
"Oh yeah...fuck my tongue and grind yourself over my face" "I would pull it out and twirl my tongue over your clit...using more and more pressure...harder and harder.
"I'm moaning with pleasure and I stiffen my back and tense as you push me closer to a release."
"Then I abruptly stop, teasing and pausing for a second, only to begin licking it very gently till your breathing becomes more erratic."
"Oh god, Rob! This is the truth...I'm wetting the couch with my pussy; its soaking wet...this is making me so wet...keep it up"
"You taste amazing"
In my mind, I thought about her tight pussy...how it must feel, squeezing my tongue. Fuck, I'm going to shoot my load, too, if I don't watch it. I go further to say, "I wanna wrap my tongue around your clit. Is it hard?"
"Yes, its deep pink and pulsing under your tongue...please work it...you can't stop until I cum...make me cum, Rob, please make me cum. I'm yours and you can do anything to me...I'm all yours!"
I continue with the dialogue, "I want to wrap my lips around your clit and suck it...you get so loud, gasping, muttering and moaning...speaking gibberish that I can't begin to understand.
"I'm close...very close! My muscles are tensing up, can you feel my legs stiffen around your head. I'm riding your tongue and beginning to climax. Oooooh...fuck, fuck, fuck that feels sooo good! Oh Rob! You've done it for me again!"
"Thank you, Sweetie; I owe you a big, juicy blowjob for that"
LOL..."I wish, but that's okay, I'm done, too."
"You came, too?"
"Yep...covered myself; made a big mess...wish you were here to lick me clean"
"Me too, Honey." She went on to say how perfect we are for each other.
"I tend to agree. Can you dirty- talk me through a blowjob next time?"
"You got it, Hon...just let me know"
Well, that's the situation we often found ourselves...online dirty-talk...I love it but it's certainly not the same as the real thing. But that's what happens with two healthy sexual beings that don't get enough. It happens all too often.
It all changed the other day when the online world crashed through a wall and tumbled into reality. Thinking back after meeting with Tara, one of the staff horticulturists, I remember the very moment when it all happened and she discovered the truth. I even recall thinking to myself, what the hell is wrong with her. Is she okay? Maybe she's sick? Probably boyfriend problems.
Tara went through every detail in her account of that afternoon. That day, she was helping me with some pruning. We were cleaning up some dead branches on a grand old birch tree and Tara was stacking the downed branches and trimmings. I stretched to reach a branch with a pole-saw and my shirt lifted to expose the small of my back and waist...maybe a little crack. I remember, now, I could feel the cool breeze hit my skin and I pushed the shirt back down, but things had changed. I didn't know it but that one piece of skin was to change my life.
I have freckle on my waist, just above my butt and Tara caught a glimpse. She knew it...She had seen that freckle before...in a photo. She told me that she got sick to her stomach; she was so shaken...the confusion of her emotions was overwhelming. She ran to her car to check it out on the phone. She had some pictures saved but didn't remember if it included the photo, in question. She thought she could also get into her account; she knew the photo was stored there. Still nervous and shaking...that's a great idea, to be looking at porn at work! She went on to think, that she'd make sure not to use the company Wi-F; she would just use the phone...it'll be okay.
She scrolled through her photos and there it was! Fuck! OMG...I have been exchanging skin shots with my boss and didn't know it. Panic struck again...OMG! I have so many photos of him, I even gave him his own album, She scrolled back to check again...it's him. She continued through the album and stopped on a couple tribute photos. Fuck, he tributed me. Shit...that's right! My boss shot a load, numerous loads, on pictures of me and I sent him pictures when I was masturbating to his photos. O god...we dirty-talked with each other...we chaturbated! I have offered to suck him dry, lick cum from his body and give him a blowjob! Fuck, what am I going to do? Forget about it and hide the truth? She didn't know what she should do.
Eventually, she came to realize that the truth would be hard but best. He deserves the truth and he might be able to help. In the meantime, she thought, I better get back to work...I need to stay cool about things and try to act normal. I don't want him to think something's wrong. She went back into the garden and finished what she had started, even small-talking with him. For her, it was hard to do. She found herself looking at him a little differently, but she did fine...she only stole a couple quick glimpses of his body, trying not to be obvious. She knew what was inside those pants...fuck, she thought, I need to talk with him.
So the day came and she told me she needed to talk about some things and it was very important, but sort of private. As a manager you think what now...WTH? Tara was a hard worker and had her bachelor's in horticulture. She was a good employee. Damn it, I thought to myself, she's pregnant, moving or quitting. Nothing good can come from this private conversation.
We had just closed for the day and everybody else had gone. So we walked out into the garden and she sat on a bench in the very same birch grove, where it all started. She was insistent that that I should sit down, too. I was a little distracted because I remember thinking that I usually have meetings like this in my office; what if she starts crying and I have no tissues out here? I have tissues in my office. Oh well...I thought to myself we need to get this over with.
"Sit here, with me, "she motioned. "Look, I don't want to screw things up for you. I like this job and you are a super, understanding boss...always interested in your staff...supporting our efforts to grow...go to classes...anyway, this has been freaking me out...I'm a fucking, hot mess. I'm fucking rambling!"
"And, I'm even cussing in front of my boss!"
"Tara, it doesn't matter; I am more than familiar with your vocabulary." Shit, she was almost breathless or hysterical...WTF! So I tried to calm her further with "Tara, Tara, chill out...there isn't anything that bad...things will work out...whatever it is?"
She looked at me very seriously and blurted, "I'm Tara!"
Puzzled, "I do know your name...what the hell are you talking about?"
"Online Tara! You know tara342436!"
"What! No, you have to be kidding!" I almost choked as I struggled to breath, but I immediately knew...I was sitting with Tara! "But Tara...you live (or I thought) in...in Seattle."
"Seriously, you want to believe that!"