My Fantasy

We probably all have that person in our lives that excite in us an irrational passion. A wave of primal urge to fuck. Anywhere. Everywhere. Everyday. Anytime. A desire to touch and kiss and taste and feel that person.

Perhaps like you, I work with this person. This is the story and fantasy of Erica and me.

I can remember the day I met her. Every part of it etched in my brain.

She walked up to my desk with a loud and buoyant, "Hello!", handing me a job application. I looked up to a captivating smile. Perfect teeth, seriously one of the most beautiful smiles--or at least genuine--I had ever seen. I was dumbstruck. Her pale green eyes and prominent nose, high cheek bones and pointed chin. Her dark almost black hair up in a youthful looking fountain ponytail. She is Slavic, probably Polish heritage. Maybe Czech? If you want a visual, look up Stacy Cruz. They look similar in many ways.

She was wearing a tank top which exposed her shoulders, her absolutely sensual shoulders. She is petite. Maybe 5'4" and 120 pounds. Her boobs look big on her frame, but not comical. Her ass is perfectly toned. She looked like she just came from a music festival. She was at least 30 years old at the time but gave the impression of being closer to the party age of 21.

I was mesmerized. I took her application and asked the questions I'm required to ask-- small talk really. She was perfect for the job. Friendly and good conversationalist. I knew she would pass any interview.

This was right as the masks were coming off from Covid. And maybe that's why her face and smile are ever in my mind.

And in my fantasies, this is what happened.

She hands me the application and steps close to me. As I grab the application our hands touch, we both feel it and she sensually bites her bottom lip. I smile at her. She steps closer and puts her hand on my chest. I put my arm around her waist and pull her closer and we kiss. The most laden kiss. She puts her hands through my hair as our kiss deepens.

I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. My hands holding her by her small but toned and lovely ass. We are drunk with passion. Like two pieces of a puzzle that are finally being connected. I carry her to the corner desk as we kiss.

Once there I set her down and she wrestles my shirt over my head as I pull her tank top over hers. The only moment we stop our kiss is to remove the clothing. We are back at it as I reach around to unclip her bra. I fumble and find nothing and pause to say, "what the fuck?" She laughs with amusement and says, "it's a front clasp..."

She pushes me back an arm's length for a view as she unclasps and lets her tits out. I look on in pure ecstasy. Easily a C cup that looked large on her small frame. She gave them a playful squeeze and lift then released. This was my cue... I approach again and start to kiss while my hands find her breasts. As I feel them and finally find the nipples, she lets out a deep moan. I move and start kissing her neck as I explore with my hands.

Her hands have been busy too. She has loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She furiously pulled them down around my ankles. She continued to moan as my mouth continued kissing further down her chest finally finding her boobs. They feel so good in my mouth, tasting her nipples and hearing her sigh and gasp.

At last she gets my boxer briefs slid down and goes for my cock. "Damn you're pretty big" she says. It feels so good to have her hands rubbing my cock. Up and down she strokes and I feel her perfect skin on my member. She stands now and we resume kissing as she jerks my cock and I tweak her nipples.

She stops the kiss and giggles-- a subdued version of her unique laugh/cackle that many find annoying but I adore--before dropping to her knees. She looks at my cock before sliding closer and putting the tip in her mouth. I let out a moan to match hers from earlier. It feels like pure sexual bliss with her tongue gently licking my dick.

I reach my hands down and feel her hair. I'm not trying to force anything or pull her head further down my penis, but simply to touch her and feel her. But she responded to my touch by taking more of my cock into her mouth. I've not had many blowjobs. But this by far feels better than anything I've ever had.

I soon feel like I'm going to explode but I don't want that. I want more. So I stop her and bring her mouth to mine and kiss her while I guide her on to the desk. It's my turn. I slide down her shorts and expose her yellow and green striped cotton panties. She clearly didn't have impressing anyone in mind today. It's not "sexy". But I can see a wet spot in the cotton and I know the true prize is underneath.

I slide the panties down and the drape over one of her ankles. I lick my fingers before gently touching her pussy. It's very pink in contrast to her sheet white skin. The hood is fairly pronounced with medium sized lips. Her pubic hair is trimmed but not immaculate-- again she wasn't thinking anyone would see this today.

She now closes her eyes as I send shocks of pleasure through her body while I massage her clit. She is so wet from all the passionate foreplay. Her pussy is more wet than my cock with precum. But that's good because I don't have lube but we both know I'm going to be penetrating her soon.

I bend down and put my tongue on her clit while I stick two fingers in her pussy. I could feel how tight she was, and I felt the ridges and warmth that would soon engulf my cock. I never thought I was an expert at cunnilingus, but she had her first orgasm right there in my face. She nearly screamed as her whole body shook with pleasure.

Having tasted her orgasm and wetness I was ready to be inside her. With her still on her back, I stood up and spread her legs wide. I grabbed my cock at the base and pushed it against the inviting pink folds. I looked into her eyes as those folds gave way and took me in, deeper and deeper very slowly. We both moaned loudly. Once my cock was fully inside, I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. I could feel the tiniest quivers inside her pussy from the aftershocks of her first orgasm.

I stop the kiss and put my forehead against hers. With one hand clenched in fist on the desk to hold my weight and the other firmly grasping her right breast, I pull my hips back and my cock slides further out, her lips clinging to the shaft tenderly. Then like a rifle shot, I pump forwards. Feeling her wet vagina kiss and slurp every millimeter of my cock.

As I begin to fuck her slowly and gently I watch her face. My eyes are switching between the allure of her eyes and watching her smile transform into a gasp back to smile. I am moaning and panting as well, wishing I had more sexual prowess to please her-- but maybe I'm doing just fine.

As I start to pound her harder, my eyes are drawn to her tits. They are moving rhythmically with my thrusts and it's spell-binding. I take her hand and guide it to her clit so she can rub it while I drill her wet slit. As she starts to rub, my hand goes to her breast for more stimulation for her. She wraps her legs around me pulling me in deeper. With a hard deep thrust I lean in for another kiss as she clenches me, her milky white thighs holding me tight.

I pick her up, my cock still inside her. I move clumsily to the chair where she can ride me. She starts slow, as I kiss her and have my arms wrapped around the small of her back. Her gentle up and down motions feel amazing as her boobs press against my chest. She is in control of how hard and deep and fast she wants it now. Soon the up and down pumping stops, and she starts rocking her hips back and forth.

She starts to move faster. I grab both boobs by the handful and she grinds. She puts her flat palms on my chest and starts to moan deeper and louder. "Fuck it feels so good... you're going to make me cum..." she says in my ear. Her rocking intensifies and I continue to play with her nipples, flooding her with sexual stimulation. Then--suddenly-- she stops and leans in to kiss me as her body shudders for another massive orgasm. Her pussy convulsing on my cock.

Although I don't want this to ever end-- this sensual masterpiece of passionate fucking-- I know that I can't last much longer and I want to explode soon. So I coax her on the chair; she is leaning over the back with her knees on the seat. Her cute perky ass hanging just off the edge. She looks incredible bent over like this, her hair in the ponytail over her shoulder, her skin soft but glistening with sweat from our intense passion. I see the supple pink of her pussy and the round curve of her ass. My jaw literally drops.

I'm standing there with my raging cock in my hand when she looks over her shoulder and says, "well, don't just stand there..." I spring into action and approach her. With a hand on her ass and one on the base of my cock, I push the tip into her pussy. I watch as my whole member is engulfed by her pussy. Slowly I penetrate her to my balls. I feel so deep inside her. So close to her, almost captured by her sexuality.

I give her hair a pull to bring her mouth to mine and kiss her while I start to fuck her from behind. Slow and shallow at first, wanting to feel her lips on mine as I'm so deep inside her. But then the feeling of ecstasy as our sex grew, my thrusts grew in depth, speed, and intensity. I now had both hands on her hips pulling her into my thrust. If I had been on a bed I would have probably pushed her head down into the bed. But all I could do was just fuck her faster and harder.

As I'm pumping and thrusting I release her hips and reach around to grab her boobs. This changes the angle of our fucking and the combination of grabbing her flopping tits and a new angle pushes me over the edge... "fuck I'm about to cum, it's so fucking good..."

"Just cum inside me... it's fine"

That's all I needed. I cum more than I've ever cum before. It's the best sex I've ever had. The chemistry so perfect, every inch of her body right, the angles constructed like a master architect. I collapse on to the chair and she sits bare assed on my naked lap. We kiss before stopping and looking into each others eyes. Then we burst into spontaneous laughter before she says, "that was amazing..." with the most radiant smile on her face.

I'm feeling somewhat sappy, because all I can say is "I want to be the reason you smile like that every day..." She went back for another kiss, more passionate and laden with sexual vigor than ever. On my lap she moves ever so slightly to reinsert my raging cock into her pussy. I've never been able to go again so quickly, but she does something to me unlike anyone else. Sitting sideways on my lap, her womanhood is so tight on my cock inside her. She doesn't need to move much while we make out and I rub her clit for us to both orgasm again soon. Where she was incredibly wet, now is incredibly sticky from all my cum.

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Of course none of this happened. It's strictly fantasy.

At this point in my career I had interviewed and hired hundreds. I'm a professional. I've seen young ladies hired because they were, well attractive. I've had to talk to other managers about gawking and other behaviors.

Company policy is typically that relationships are ok but the have to be reported and if you are a manager, you'll be transferred. For years I had resisted any desires to be pervy or even return flirtation.

But I felt differently about Erica. In that moment I indulged in a fantasy about her. And I knew she was qualified for the job and I couldn't reasonably say no. I passed her to an assistant to schedule an interview with another manager. Of course, she passed and was hired.

When I did onboarding and paperwork with her at the start, I had my first indication that there was, in fact, sexual tension between us. We talked a lot about stuff that wasn't directly pertinent to work or getting her started. Like how she loves yoga and hiking. About our schooling and the shows we were watching. Artists we liked and favorite foods. In many ways it felt like a first date.

But I realize quickly that there is nothing-- and I mean almost absolutely nothing-- similar about us or some kind of basis for a relationship. I hate everything she likes. But I'm sitting there with her fantasizing about watching some show she would like and I would hate with her legs across my lap, my hand on her back, and making out as soon as the credits started. Then putting my fingers in her panties and feeling her pubic hair on my way to finger her.

I felt like now I could add her on social media. I'm glad I did. She had a lot of sexy pictures. Her in a bikini top, and yes her tits were as alluring as I imagined that first day. She had videos of her doing yoga, sometimes in an outfit designed in a lab to make me horny as fuck. I masturbated multiple times to these images-- as well as my fantasy described above.

But there amongst the photos is my nightmare: her boyfriend. How could she not have a boyfriend. And it doesn't really matter... even if I requested the transfer and asked her out and she ran into my arms and we left together on a wild sexual escape, I'm married. Nothing will ever happen.

But that doesn't stop us from flirting. She says some of the most sensual things to me. We regularly touch hands, and I try and find ways to work near her. I have had to have hard conversations about work performance that have made her cry. But we still seem to gravitate towards one another.

It is in some ways sexual torment. And I've come to think that she feels the same way. But there is nothing to be done. Just continue to replay that fantasy in my mind. Maybe I change a few of the particulars. Maybe she is more kinky and would be into other things. I indulge in my mind, and cum in a tissue. It's about all I have.

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The mind is an incredible place. The way it perceives reality through sensory inputs to construct the world is an incredible part of human nature. I heard that this is one thing that makes humans different from other species: we don't have to experience something to be able to empathize with those who have or imagine it.

I've never been with Erica. I've never seen her naked. I've really only ever seen her at work in her drab uniform. But my mind has taken every ounce of sensory input I have--the visual of her everyday for almost 3 years, the sound of her voice and laughter, the gentle touch and softness of her skin on my hand, the faint but real smell of her hair-- and it has constructed vivid and elaborate fantasies.

There are times at work when I see her and the rest of the planet goes black and it's just me and her. I walk over and start kissing her and undressing her and she moans out my name in pleasure as I rub her clit and she strokes my cock. In the faded world she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around me and I put my cock inside her and she bounces up and down.

Some days I walk up and I see her from behind and see her cute ass in her jeans. Again the world fuzzes out and all noise becomes white noise. I approach her and grab her hips and she giggles, knowing it's me as I start to kiss the back of her neck. She unbuttons her jeans slides then down along with her panties around her ankles. She rubs her naked ass across my rock had erection in my pants. Then I drop my pants and guide my cock inside her. Our love-making continues, so drunk with each other we are oblivious to the world.

Erica isn't the "hottest" or most beautiful woman I've known or worked with. But for some reason, she excites in me feelings of passion and almost unbridled sexual fervor. She is my true fantasy.