Everyone at work likes Tammy. She is fun, sweet, and thoughtful. After work Tammy is the first one to suggest a few beers at the local brew house. She always has a bright smile, laughs at the worst jokes and willing to lend an ear. At the office she remembers other's birthdays. There is so much going for her. Yet she is alone. I knew there was an ex somewhere in the past.
"He was a hobby husband," as Tammy, describes him "someone you need to fix."
Tammy never mentioned it but he had posted some sex videos of them. I stumbled upon them one night and I began to think of Tammy in a completely new way. I spent many evenings watching her fuck that "asshole." When she fucked she really gave her entire self to the action. I noticed that she liked to get on top and really grind down. She would rotate her hips and pressed down hard. The pressure pushed her clit and she would often come hard, despite "asshole's" weak efforts.
Tammy was a little over weight, with wide hips, ample breasts and a smile that lights up the room. She had that blonde hair that so many women favor. Too often, she needed the roots done, but I sort of liked that. In the videos, I could see her breasts sway as she ground down; her wide hips engulfing the man meat. Her ass was a work of nature's art. Soft, smooth and plenty to grab on to.
As a rule I don't do office romances. They are complicated and if it doesn't work out you still have to work with the other. A couple of years back; I had a hot and heavy with a girl in sales. The girl couldn't get enough. We fucked at home, in the office, "nooners" at the Downtown suites hotel. I thought I was in heaven. I didn't know she was a nut case. Stalking was putting it mildly. After it went bad (police, courts, the whole thing) one of us had to find a new job. Little did I know she was blowing the boss; so it was I out on my ear. Two fucking hard years later I landed this job, I told myself no office romances. I had to settle for watching a video of Tammy grinding and make believe it was I.
That all changed thanks to a few too many beers and a friendly offer.
"It's Thursday, time to drink!" Tammy announced. Within 15 minutes a large crowd had gather to head to the local tavern. Tammy, as always, led the parade. I maneuvered myself right beside Tammy as we grabbed a table and ordered drinks. I was downing my third beer when I noticed Tammy had barely drank her wine. As I thought about it, Tammy seldom drank more than a glass of wine. For her it was about the fun banter and friendships. For me, it was to be near her.
Several funny stories and much laughter later I was finishing my 8th beer and the crowd was thinning out. I stood to leave and noticed that my legs and I were debating how to move. My head wanted the door and my legs went in several directions at once. (I am an easy drunk) I decided to grab the table and really think about moving.
"Let me take you home," Tammy offered.
"I'm fine," I said
The remaining crowd immediately started laughing at me. Not stupid, I gave her my keys.
When Tammy settled in my car she asked me, "Where to?"
I gave her my address and off we went.
As we walked into my place, Tammy made excuses to leave.
"No stay," I offered.
"Just a few minutes, to make sure you're OK," she said with that smile that lights up the room.
That video I so enjoyed came flooding into my mind with her standing in my apartment. She was talking about some funny boss event and I was seeing her bear down on my hard dick as I felt deep inside her. I looked up and was surprised to see her staring at my crouch. I looked down. I had grown the boner tent in my pants.
With a smile she said, "Penny for your thoughts."
I mumbled something about, "It's warm in here."
Tammy stood up and crossed the room to where I sat. She pushed me back into the chair and gave me a deep, warm, wet kiss. Whatever rules I had before they were all gone. I wanted her and I wanted her now.
