This story is a pure fantasy although the lady involved is real and does in fact, work in the same office as I do. She has no idea that she's inspired so many scenarios...
One thing I like about my job is that I can come in a little later in the morning as long as I compensate at the end of the day. I'm probably the only one in this company of 300 who doesn't mind starting his week-end a little later, because on most Fridays by 5h30 the entire building's empty.
Having to compensate for many late mornings this week, I planned to stay until about 7h30. At 4h I took a break, grabbed some food in a restaurant nearby, and smoked the end of a joint I had started the day before. By the time I got back in, everyone was gone, and I was free to work quietly while listening to music.
Around 6h30 I was on the end of my buzz and took a break for a drink of water and bathroom business. As I exit the stall, this beautiful girl I had seen around the office was standing there.
I don't actually know this girl's name. The guys call her Scarlett because her nose resembles to Scarlett Johanssen's (the actress), but it's not the only feature they have in common. She's a terribly sexy, petite, blond-haired woman with the kinkiest smile and a look that kills.
Taken aback, all I can say is: "Oh, shit. Is this the women's side? My bad."
"No, no, it's me who lost my way." she replies calmly. "Working late?" she continues with a smile and the casual head tilt.
"Uh, yeah. Mornings are not my thing." I am slowly starting to get a hold of my senses. "What's your excuse to be here so late?" I continue.
She reveals the wallet she'd been holding in her back. "I forgot my wallet" she says. "I was surprised to see you here so late." She pauses. "You look so hot when you're focused on your work."
We've never spoken outside of the occasional head nod when we pass each other or the typical acknowledgement when we're be waiting side by side for the elevator or the coffee machine. She's never given me any sign that she feels this way about me, and in fact, I'm aware that she has a boyfriend.
Not that it matters.
"So... you gonna tell me what you're doing in the men's bathroom?" I cockingly ask as I walk closer.
"I told you already, I got lost." she answers promptly. "Think you could help me find me way?" she asks with the flirtiest smile on her face as she takes a step closer and feels my crotch through my pants.
I lean in and stop my lips about an inch from her mouth. "I'll have to see what I can do" I say. "But we might have to take a detour on the way."
And I kiss her wildly. I know right then an there that this encounter isn't about romance. It's about pure lust. My lips touch hers, our mouths open and our tongues start a battle that will only end with my last thrust. I grab her by the ass and lift her in the air, her legs on each side of me. Her arms are around my head as if she's trying to pull me closer as we kiss. I sit her on the counter and immediately lift her pink shirt above her head, revealing her incredible breasts.
I can't begin to tell you how much I fantasized about those breasts. They must be a full C cup, round and filling her white laced bra perfectly. My face must look like the one of an 8 years old on Christmas eve as she sits there, staring at me, my jaw to the floor. She moves her torso back against the wall, and fingers me to come closer. My hands can't wait any longer and I fill them each with a breast while I move my mouth to her neck. She hasn't let go of my hardening dick and I still can't believe this is happening. I want to rip her pants apart and fuck her right then and there but decide to be a gentleman and give her such good lovin' that she'll come back for more.
I kiss her neck, tickle her ears with the tip of my tongue and fondle her breasts like a virgin touching skin for the first time. She unbuckles my belt and I slide my hands along her chest to her back, to untie her bra. She continues slowly jerking my dick and I begin to suck and kiss her right breast while still fondling the left one. Her nipples are very hard and her hand keeps pushing my face into her chest.
As I move to tickle her left breast with the tip of my tongue, I begin to unbutton her pants. She lifts her butt slightly to accommodate me as I slide the pants off her to reveal an exquisite matching g-string. I look at her crotch and look up to see her smiling like a kid who's just done something wrong, holding her left index between her teeth.
I don't want to say anything to break the mood so I push my pants down and remove my shirt to expose my chest. She moves forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing our genitals together through the fabric of our underwear. I'm already starting to feel the wetness of her sweetbox and I am eager to sink my tool into it. I slide my hand under the fabric and sink a finger into her warm hole.
She gasps when my finger first penetrates her but rapidly begins thrusting back and soon I plunge another finger and increase my tempo.
After a few minutes of intense finger-fucking she is on the verge of climax, and suddenly seems to remember my cock which is screaming for attention. She pushes me away from her, releasing my fingers from inside of her and falls to her knees, taking my boxers with her.
