When I Hooked Up With My Co Worker

I can't say I was happy. I was frustrated with what was happening between Jason and I at that point. I felt stuck. Dating Jason was a decision I was constantly questioning because he was my first serious boyfriend. Prior to dating him, I had never been in a monogamous relationship. I hated the idea of being locked down by anyone or anything. I'm an adventurous woman: I love to travel, I live to explore, I'm fascinated by other people, I study cultures from all over the world, etc. Monogamy seemed so limiting and, frankly, boring to me. But, somehow, Jason convinced me to try it.

Jason and I met a work. He was cute enough and we got along well. He was fairly ambitious and was trying to work his way up the ladder in his own profession. I was dating a few other people casually when we first met, so when he asked me out I said, yes. I started to like him after a few dates, but after a month he explained to me that he wanted to date me exclusively. He didn't like the idea of either of us sleeping with other people and wanted to be 100% monogamous. Thinking about it now, it felt manipulative. But I didn't want to break up with him, so I reluctantly agreed to it. He was so happy when I did.

It was difficult in the beginning to not sleep with other people. I was meeting so many amazing people at the time. I started working in another department at work, which was personally and professionally much more fulfilling and my new group of co-workers were all fantastic. It was there that I met a guy named Hector.

Hector came in late on my first day in this new department, so everyone's attention went to him when he walked in. He apologized to our boss and she told him it was no problem. He had been working with her for a few years, so they had a familiarity with each other. My eyes must have widened and my jaw had to have dropped at least slightly because I was immediately attracted to him: he was taller than me, fit, not excessively muscular but still impressive, he had dark olive skin, a beautiful smile, lovely brown eyes, short curly black hair, and he carried a lot of confidence. I know this will sound bad, but I've always had a particular thing for Latin men and women. I don't know why, but just believe me when I say it's true. And, yes, I'm white.

Hector and I got to know each other well. He was so charming, super intelligent, very funny, extremely talented, and he loved to flirt. So did I. He got more attractive by the day. We were paired a lot together at work and I started becoming very comfortable with him in general. It was way too easy talking to him and being around him just felt really nice. Hector was older than me, which was a little different. But, admittedly, I liked that a lot because Jason was two years younger than me and it sometimes showed. Jason and I were both still in our mid-twenties and he still had some maturing to do. Arguably, a lot of maturing to do.

Hector was a man.

About two weeks into working with Hector, I asked him out. I didn't usually have to do that when it came to dates, since men and women were constantly asking me out, but I got the impression he wouldn't do it unless I made the first move. While he was flirtatious, I think he was being respectful because I had mentioned Jason to him (this was early on in the relationship), but to my delight he said he would love to take me out. We never got a chance to go out on a date though because, a few days later, it was then when Jason sat down with me and told me he wanted to be exclusive. I told Hector about this and he was very understanding about it. He told me not to worry about it. While Hector and I stopped texting so much, we did keep up our flirtatious behavior with one another at work.

My relationship with Jason was pushing a year when one night my phone went off. I reached over to the nightstand to grab it and saw that I had a text message. It was from Hector. I was in bed with Jason and looked over at him. He was already asleep; nevertheless, I still hid my phone from him to read what Hector had sent me. I was lying naked next to Jason when I read the text. It said, "Hey! You busy tomorrow night?"

I held my breath for a second. I hadn't heard from Hector in a while. We hadn't been working together as much for a few different reasons and, to be honest, I was surprised to hear from him. I texted him back and asked him why. He said a friend of his was playing at a Jazz gig tomorrow night and asked if I would like to go. I looked over at Jason for a second. I sighed heavily and hesitated before I answered.

I hate to sound mean about this but sex with Jason was mediocre. He was fine, but once he came, he was out. It's not his fault. I was his first serious girlfriend and he wasn't all that experienced sexually. I thought it would get better over time and it did, slightly. But, all in all, I was far more experienced and I know what I liked and, bless his heart, he couldn't give it to me the way I wanted.

I texted Hector back saying I would love to go to this Jazz concert. He told me the venue was two blocks away from his apartment and we should meet up at his place and walk over there, since he'd be running home from the gym. I told him that sounded perfect. I looked up the venue online and saw that it had been recently renovated. It had an upscale vibe to it, so I decided to wear a black cocktail dress I hadn't worn in a while. Not to brag, but I did (and still do) look very good in it. And I know Hector hadn't seen me in it yet.

I showed up to Hector's apartment about ten minutes earlier than planned. He buzzed me in and he greeted me at the door. He smiled and hugged me at the door. He had just taken a shower and he smelled so lovely. He had on black slacks, an undershirt, and was still buttoning up his dress shirt when I came in. He looked good. I mean, really good. We could have just started making out right there, but he invited me inside instead.

He apologized for running behind, but I told him I was early and not to worry about it. He took me to his kitchen and told me to have a seat and make myself at home. There were two empty glasses of wine and a half empty wine bottle on the table and he told me to help myself if I wanted any. I poured myself some wine and he kind of disappeared into his room to finish dressing up.

I was unusually horny that night. The build up had been so intense and I was eager to just fuck a person who knew how to do it. I had pictured myself having sex with Hector over and over again and every time I thought about it I imagined him being better than Jason. I honestly wasn't even thinking straight at that moment. I was thinking of all the ways Hector and I could fuck in his kitchen. I ended up just finishing the glass of wine I poured for myself.

Hector came in and he was dressed in a three piece suit. The first thing I thought was how he would look without it on. I started picturing him in his boxers and I guess I must have had a naughty grin on my face because he smiled and said, "What?" I shook my head and blushed a little. He laughed a little and told us we should head out since the concert was about to start. I told him we should have at least one glass of wine together before we headed out. He agreed. I poured us both a glass of wine. We clinked glasses and drank. We both put our wine glasses down on the table and before he could say something I grabbed his face and pulled it down to mine and started kissing him. He was a little surprised at my eagerness. So was I. But we started making out in his kitchen.

It wasn't soft and sensual. I was anxious to get fucked. I could tell he liked to start off slow and then build, but I wasn't having any of that and he picked up on that pretty quickly. He soon got me up against his kitchen counter and started reaching under my dress and quickly took off my panties and tossed them aside. I hoped on the kitchen counter and lifted my dress up and he immediately started eating me out. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

Hector buried his face in between my legs and I was in heaven. I ran my fingers through his black curly hair and started moaning louder than I ever did with Jason. The difference between Jason and Hector was night and day. Hector knew how to work his tongue and used his mouth beautifully. He worked my clit with his fingers as he shoved his tongue inside of me. I struggled to take off his blazer, so I just took my dress off as he went down on me. I was sitting there naked and moaning as he went down on me. I was soaking wet and he kept telling me how good my pussy tasted. Then, without warning, he started to make vibrating noises with his lips. It was like an erotic electric shock. He then started vibrating his tongue as he finger fucked me with two fingers. I thought I was going to explode. And I did. I had never cum so hard from someone going down on me. I made a mess on his kitchen counter.

I grabbed his face and brought it up to mine. We started making out again as I helped undress him. I was able to get his blazer, shirt, and undershirt off in the kitchen. I was so impressed by how well built he was underneath all his clothing. He was lean and muscular. God, it was perfect.

He helped me off the kitchen counter and grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He told me to walk ahead of him and said his room was at the end of the hall. It felt like I was skipping along the hardwood floor. He even slapped my ass as I walked ahead of him. I turned around, smiled, and bit my lower lip. He was taking off the rest of his clothes as he followed me.

We got to his bedroom and I immediately jumped on the bed. He got on top of me without hesitating and I wrapped my arms around his neck and made out with him furiously. He started to go down on me again, but I pulled his face to mine and told him that I couldn't wait: I needed his cock.

He started kissing me again before he stood up on the bed and slid down his boxers. He towered over me as I laid on his bed. I stared at him and, for the first time, I saw his absolutely beautiful cock. I think my jaw dropped a bit as I gazed at maybe the most impressive display of manhood I had ever seen. Without thinking about it, I got on my knees and grabbed his girthy cock and shoved it in my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as I furiously sucked his mesmerizing dick. I literally told myself to relax my jaw, since I just wasn't used to his size. I told him it was so big, and he loved that I loved his cock.

I told him that I needed him to fuck me. I lied on my back and he didn't hesitate to climb on top of me and guide his cock inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as he pushed his cock into my tight pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed it in further, inch by inch. He smiled as I moaned louder and louder. And I couldn't help but be turned on as I heard him grunt. Our fucking felt raw and primal as we sped up. I told him to fuck me harder and harder, and he kept doing it. Jason would have came by that point, but Hector just kept fucking me, and fucking me. And I loved every second of it.

Eventually, I got on top of him and rode his cock. We just had amazing sexual chemistry. Almost as if we've always been lovers. Our bodies were sweaty. I looked down t him and saw how hot he was with his glistening muscles. He massaged my perky tits as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, feeling my first orgasm coming on. I rode him harder and harder, and he told me that he wanted me to cum all over his cock. He then slapped my ass, and ordered me to cum. That put me over the edge and I came so fucking hard. So did he.

I collapsed on top of him and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. We just lied there for a moment in silence, only hearing one another's heavy breath.

"We don't need to go to the show," he whispered into my ear. I just started laughing and cupped his face with my hand and kissed him gently.

I knew in that moment that it wouldn't be the last time we did this together.