The Co-Worers

This is my first story, so any and all feedback is appreciated. There is a long introduction to the background of these characters before the action begins, so feel free to skip ahead!

"I've just left climbing now. I'm jumping into the car and should be with you in 2 hours or so, as long as the traffic is good" Emily said down the phone.

"Perfect. I've put some wine in the fridge to greet you when you've finished your journey," Tom's voice echoed back. "Drive safe and see you soon!"

"See you soon!" She replied and hung up the phone, slinging her gym bag into the boot of her car.

Settling herself into the driver's seat, Emily glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. Her long burnt copper hair was pulled into a high ponytail and her round face had a fading red tint from the exhaustion of scrambling up walls. Oak brown eyes reflected back at her appraisingly as she pulled out the ponytail, shaking free the tension and letting her hair cascade down past her shoulders. "You've got this" she whispered to herself, setting up the navigation on her phone, plugging it in and bracing herself for the drive ahead.

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An hour later and halfway through the journey Emily finally let her thoughts turn to Tom. It had been over a month since she had finished her job at his company and moved north. She'd been offered a short term 11 month contract in his department, helping deal with the logistics of a new project the company had just picked up. Coming straight out of university after 5 years of studying, she'd leapt at the opportunity, especially since it meant moving closer to her boyfriend down in the south of the country. Relocating to a brand new area hadn't been easy, especially with Emily's stubborn insistence that to prove her independence she needed to live alone. Draining her new pay cheque on a 1 bed flat, she'd quickly come to see that making friends out of the university bubble was much harder than she thought and gradually loneliness began to creep in. Combine that with the discovery that being closer to your partner doesn't solve all your relationship problems, made Emily realise just how unprepared she was for adult life.

It had been a crisp and cold Wednesday morning when Emily had seen Tom as more than just a co-worker. On the back of another night fighting for her boyfriend to actually care about someone other than himself, she was tired and gloomy walking into work. Making her way to the break room to get herself a coffee and mentally prepare herself for the day, she was surprised to see Tom had beaten her to it. He was reclining on the countertop by the machine, his 6ft height dwarfing her 5ft 6in despite his leaning, ginger hair spiked in that "fresh out of bed but definitely took 20 minutes" look and his auburn almond shaped eyes looked happy and alert as he glanced at Emily making her way in.

"You look like you could use a large one this morning" he said cheerfully. Emily quickly realised she'd been staring as he came towards her, large mug in hand with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh god yes, I don't know how I'm going to survive today", she quickly moaned grabbing the mug from his hands, averting her eyes as she deeply inhaled the smell of the fresh coffee.

"You didn't go out drinking with the marketing team did you?" Tom asked "I've already seen a few of them sheepishly roll in and they are not looking good!"

Emily felt her cheeks reddening as she debated whether to admit to her failings in creating herself a social life, or as a girlfriend.

"I didn't know they'd gone out for drinks..." she began sheepishly before deciding to just come clean, "I actually was up late arguing with my boyfriend." she took a quick sip of her coffee in order to avoid having to look anywhere near Tom's handsome gaze as she admitted this.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Tom replied. He reached out a comforting hand and placed it on her shoulder. "You've just moved down from the north right? Long distance can be hard, especially when you're settling into it, you both just need to give yourselves time and you'll figure it out!"

Emily couldn't focus on his words, she was distracted by the heat coming from her shoulder She could feel a warmth flowing from Tom's body into hers. Her heart skipped and she felt a jolt in her stomach. Tearing her eyes away from his hand, she looked up to see him expectantly waiting for her reply.

"oh um, yeah well we actually did long distance whilst I was studying. This job was an opportunity to move closer to him and move our relationship forward,"

Why am I telling him this? She thought, shocked by the honesty that had slipped out. Fuck Emily, just because he's cute doesn't mean you blab everything to him! For a brief moment, Emily thought she saw a stab of sympathy flit across Tom's handsome face.

"It's probably just like you said, but the other way around! We've been apart for so long, we just need some time to adapt to seeing each other more!" She continued, hoping that Tom believed the optimism she was selling, even if she didn't. Hours arguing with Mark about his commitment to his political career over her had left a bitter taste in her heart and Emily wasn't as confident in her relationship as she had been before the move.

The movement of Tom's hand from her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see his face lit up with positivity.

"Absolutely! It's a huge change for both of you but time is an excellent cure for most problems," Tom said looking Emily deep in the eyes, as if through sheer eye contact he could fix all her problems.

"mmmm" Emily made a non-committal noise as she went back to sipping her coffee.

"Well if you do ever want someone to grab a drink with and vent, hit me up!" Tom said as he walked out of the break room, "have a great day Emily!".

He left her stood there, steaming coffee in hand, with suddenly a lot more to think about than her work.

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Jumping out of her thoughts, Emily put her attention back onto the road. From that day on her and Tom had built their friendship little by little. Chatting over coffee in the break room, dropping by each other's desks to gossip about the latest going ons in the office and even heading to the pub for drinks occasionally.

Emily's relationship hadn't lasted too much longer after that conversation, eventually deciding that she didn't like coming second to her boyfriends career. Despite being single, nothing ever went further with Tom. His cheery smile and demeanour never changed and although she swore she'd seen him checking her out from time to time across the office, it never accrued to anything. She tried dating others but couldn't help but lose herself in fantasies of Tom's lips and hands on hers instead of her dates.

By the time her contract was coming to the end, Emily had resigned herself to the friend zone and focused on closing down her life in the south, in preparation for her move back up north again. Even on her last day, a small piece of her wondered whether Tom would make a big declaration of his feelings and beg her to stay....but no, a big hug goodbye and one last pint together was all he gave her to send her off. It wasn't until a week later, when all had been said and done and she was back up in her parents house, that Tom reached out to her. The company had asked for one final presentation of their project to some investors coming in and Tom needed Emily to help with the presentation.

"One last time, for old time sake's Emily! You can come down to mine the night before, crash over, we deliver the presentation and boom! Job's a good'un!" He'd messaged her. Emily marvelled how his cheery tone shone through even in text form. She couldn't help but be tempted, one last chance to seduce Tom before moving on. She'd sent a seemingly reluctant reply (not wanting to see too eager at the thought of spending the night with him) and organised herself for the trip back down. And now here she was, on the way to his house, planning how she was going to have him once and for all.

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Pulling up in front of Tom's house, Emily parked the car, gave herself one last mini pep talk in her rearview mirror, shook out her hair again and stepped out. Grabbing her bag, she slowly walked up to the 2 storey house, noticing how it mirrored those that surrounded it. "A real Stepford vibe here" she thought to herself, pausing in front of the door.

With a confident knock that tried to cover the nerves that were building, she stood, mentally prepping herself to see Tom. Within moments, there he was opening the door. It seemed that time apart had made him more handsome than she remembered. His hair was still spiked in that sexy tousled way but joining it were the hints of a beard, that Emily found irresistible. Her fingers itched at her sides at the thought of running them through his hair. He was dressed in a black pair of jeans with a tight blue polo that stretched enticingly around the bulging muscles on his arms - something his business shirts had always seemed to hide. In comparison, she felt slobby in her workout leggings, sports bra and workout tank. The only redeeming feature was that she knew her ass popped, combine that with her sports bra cleavage enticingly peering out from her tank and she felt she'd hit that seductive but sporty look she'd been aiming for.

"Come in! Come in! I'm so glad you finally arrived!" Tom ushered her into the house, down the hallway into a comfy lounge. 2 large sofas surrounded the outside of the room with a TV and bookcase on the opposite walls. Emily sat down on one of the sofas and immediately felt herself sinking deeply into its plush cushions.

"Let me go grab the wine!" Tom said as he stepped out of the room. Emily took the time to adjust her tank, pulling it down slightly to offer Tom a better view of her cleavage. She repositioned herself on the sofa, curling her legs underneath her, one arm nonchalantly stretched across the back of the sofa in a bid to entice Tom closer to her.

"Here it is!" Tom came back with 2 large glasses of white wine in his hand. She glanced up at him from the sofa to see Tom stood over her, wine glass stretched out to her. Emily took it from him with her free hand, noting how Tom's eyes were fixed on her breasts, that looked as if they were straining, ready to burst out of her tank top.

"Thank you so much! I'm sorry I've had to come straight in my workout gear, my climbing gym doesn't have any showers! Oh I must look such a state!"

"It's no worries at all! I say wear whatever feels comfortable for you! If it helps, I don't think you look a state! I was actually so surprised when you walked in - you hid yourself under so many power suits, I never knew this was underneath" Tom flirtily replied, his eyes now shamelessly roving up and down Emily.

Damn! Emily thought and her stomach plummeted in that excitement she had once felt from Tom's touch on her shoulder. He's definitely on the same wavelength as me tonight!

Emily giggled and gestured towards Tom "Er excuse me, Mr Hide-my-biceps-in baggy-business-suits! Where has all this been hiding?" Tom blushed, his face blending into the colour of his hair as he slid down next to Emily on the sofa.

"Well, you know, few nights at the gym here and there, it all adds up. What can I say? I keep my guns in good condition, you never know when a showdown is coming" Emily rolled her eyes, groaning at the comment.

The wine was beginning to work its magic on Emily and she could begin to feel her body loosening up as she relaxed into the plush sofa. Stretching out wide, with an exaggerated yawn, she arched her back, subtly pushing her breasts out, sneakily seeing if Tom had noticed. From his sudden sip on his own wine and the shuffling from his side of the sofa, she decided it was time to make her move. Standing up and walking slowly over to Tom, her curvy hips swaying from side to side, she slid down and faced him, her legs curling up under her. Leaning with one arm on the back of the sofa and her wine glass in the other, she gazed into his eyes.

"You know, I always thought I saw you checking me out at work" she battered her eyelashes at him, raising her eyebrows as she spoke.

She put her wineglass down on the floor and as she raised herself back up, suddenly found Tom's face very close to hers.

"I....have always found you dangerous" Tom whispered, his eyes never leaving hers as she pulled herself up. The moment hung between them. The moment of pure lust as they decided whether to fall down the hole. They fell.

Suddenly Tom's lips were on hers, urgent, hard, desperate. Emily lost her breathe as his lips covered hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, quietening the moan that was escaping. He moved his body forward and she slid down the sofa, letting his weight fall onto her, squeezing themselves together as they twisted and grinded on each other. Emily finally let her hands run through his short hair, lightly scratching, causing Tom to growl with pleasure. In response he ground his crotch into her, upping the stakes of the game they'd begun.

Throwing her head back in utter pleasure, Emily let her hands continue their journey down Tom's back, kneading and pulling, showing him just how much she wanted and needed him. She clawed at his shirt, ripping it up from the bottom and finally showing her his toned body. Her eyes widened at the sight and she began to kiss and suck along his neck, trying her hardest to drive him wild with her mouth.

"Let....me.....ride....you" Emily panted through their kisses and Tom immediately sat back, grabbing her thighs and dragging her on top of him. Emily felt a rush as she looked down at Tom. The lusty glaze written all over his face gave her a boost she hadn't felt in years and her inner slut came out. Pushing him down with her hands on his shoulders, Emily slowly began to ride and grind. Circling her hips around Tom's crotch she threw her head back and shook it from side to side, letting her hair flow free. She slowly raised her hands to her tank, peeling it off slowly, letting Tom drink in every inch of her. His eyes roamed her body, taking in each curve as she continued her movements. His head sank back onto the couch and Emily heard a faint "fuck me" utter from Tom's lips. Reaching forward she kissed him passionately on the lips "I thought you'd never ask.".

Instantly he grabbed her thighs and surprising her with his strength, picked her up and took her to the bedroom. Flinging her on the bed, he pinned her down. "Fuck, the thought's I've had about this body" he moaned as he kissed his way down her breasts and stomach. "You shouldn't be allowed to bend over a printer with an ass like that!". Emily giggled and lifted herself up to help Tom slide her leggings and pants off in one fell swoop. He grabbed her hand and yanked her up to rip off her sports bra, leaving her bare and naked in comparison to his clothed body,

"This isn't fair!" Emily protested but soon found her complaints zapped from her mind as Tom pushed her down onto the bed and began to wind his tongue slowly around her nipples. The wetness from his mouth hit them with a cold blast and she arched her back at the tingling that was beginning to grow. With a throaty chuckle, Tom lifted his head, looked Emily dead in the eyes and blew gently on her nipples. "ohhh!" she moaned his hot breath causing her to instantly arch herself in delight. "Please, bite them! Take them now!"

With another laugh to himself, Tom dived in. His teeth slowly massaging the base of Emily's nipple and gradually beginning to withdraw, pulling the nipple away from her with his teeth. Emily was writhing in pleasure. She could feel the wetness in her pussy pooling out of her. She knew she wouldn't be lasting much longer under Tom's masterful touch. Tom released her nipple with a pop and repeated the same on the other, watching with joy the shudders from Emily's body. He began to slide himself down her, kissing and nibbling at her delicious skin, licking the drops of sweat that had begun to form. He took in every scent and taste of her, savouring each sensation. Eventually he found his final destination. Her pussy was puffy, just as he had hoped. He could see her wetness desperately seeping out of her and decided to up the teasing one more time.

His tongue found one glistening drop and slowly traced it all the way up her pussy lips, flicking her clit at the end. The sudden jolt and exclamation of pleasure from Emily, meant he knew he'd struck gold. Tom continued, his tongue nimbly outlining her lips, torturing her clit with short sudden flicks and rewarding her moans with a gentle tug. He could feel Emily's hands grab his hair and loved the feeling of her pushing, guiding him around her pussy. Suddenly a wicked plan came to mind. He increased the speed of his tongue torture, listening in to Emily's moans, waiting for those short panted breaths he knew were not too far away. With a final attack on her clit it came.

"Please. Tom. I need to cum. Please!"

With a smug grin, Tom pulled away, seeing the absolute devastation on Emily's face. She obviously wasn't someone to be denied, he thought. He got up from her pussy and sat down beside her on the bed. With her cute confused face still staring at him, Tom grabbed her, picked her up and threw her on top of him.

"You want to cum? You better get riding then"

Emily's face instantly changed. Despite the frustration his denial had caused, he saw that steel look of determination, the one that had first made him take note of her and braced himself. Emily raised herself up, unzipped his trousers and ripped them off with the energy of a possessed woman. Soon his boxers followed the same way and she gaped at the rock hard, proud standing dick before her. 6 inches long, with a deliciously bulbous head, she couldn't wait to be clenching that in her pussy.

Adjusting herself, Emily decided that two could play at the teasing game. She hovered carefully above the head of his dick, slowly brushing her lips up against his head. Tom groaned as he could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy. Chuckling, Emily bobbed down, gradually engulfing the head of his dick in her. Groaning at the silky feeling of her pussy, Tom desperately started to lift his hips, desperate to feel more, but Emily was not having it. She immediately raised herself off of him, and pushed her hands down onto his shoulders. "You didn't play fair, so I won't either, now be a good boy and enjoy the ride."

Tom groaned. This was absolute torture. All he wanted was to shove his dick deep into her warm welt pussy, explode his seed and make Emily his. He bit down the choice words that were about to come out and pushed his fists into the mattress. Emily began again, grinding her pussy against the tip of Tom's dick, enjoying the rush of power she was getting over him.

Again she slowly dipped onto his head and reached out to caress the hair on Tom's head, as if to start the process all over again. Suddenly, she yanked the back of his head, so he was looking directly into her eyes and sunk confidently straight down his length, relishing the way his dick filled her. Tom, shocked by this sudden turn, moaned as he finally felt the warm, tight pleasures of Emily's pussy. Releasing his head, Emily began to rock back and forwards, letting his dick grind and rub up inside of her, causing the most delicious friction. Tom's hands immediately sunk onto her thighs and helped her keep her rocking movement, He could feel every single inch of her pussy clasping and clutching on his dick, massaging it, coaxing his orgasm out of him. Emily's hands were now massaging her breasts, flicking her nipples, sending shivers that caused her pleasure to build.