Becy My Outdoor Lover

They say that office romances are dangerous. There's danger in everything, but in my experience, a little danger can lead to an exciting affair.

It all began one Monday morning when I arrived early to work. I usually got in about a half hour before anyone else, using the time to plan the day's schedule or catch up on e-mail. Unlocking the doors and turning on the lights, I eased into the morning routine by setting the coffeemaker to brew the first pot of the day. Just as the smell of coffee began to fill the air with its heavenly scent, I heard the front door open. Someone had come in.

Hmmm

, I thought.

Still early for any of my coworkers, but who else could it be

? Thinking I'd better be sure, I went to the front.

At the reception desk stood a woman. She looked at me hopefully as I said, "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Yes. I think you can. I'm here to interview for the reception job. Are you Mr. Swanson?"

"No, I'm Jerry. I work for Mike Swanson. He's not in yet."

"I'm Becky Taylor. I know I'm early. I wanted to make a good impression."

She certainly made a good impression with me. Standing about five feet four, her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her bright blue eyes drew me in, as I admired her red lips and classic high cheekbones, with a touch of blush. She was smartly dressed in a business suit, but she could not hide the fullness of her breasts, her wide hips, and her long legs. I looked her up and down, unable to hide my own immediate attraction to her face and form.

Wow

, I thought. Trying not to let my tongue hang out too far, I managed to stammer, "Want some coffee, Becky? I just made a fresh pot."

"That would be great."

"OK then. Follow me." I led her back to the break room, showing her around the office area on the way. I poured two cups and we sat at a table. In response to my questions, she told me a little about herself and why she was interviewing for the position. I made it clear that I was not doing the interview and had no influence on whether she was ultimately hired or not. I could not think of a reason why she would not be the perfect person for the job, but my mind was clouded by her stunning looks. Selfishly, I hoped she was hired so I could get to know her better. As she passed me her resume, I could see that her background was also impressive. We chatted for just a few minutes until several others, including my boss, arrived. I made introductions and he swept her away to his office. Before we parted, I said, "Good luck. I hope to see you again."

She said, "I'm sure you will, Jerry," and winked with a smile that melted my heart right there. Back in my office, I began the routine of the day. It wasn't long before I saw Becky leaving Mike's office, so I worked my way up to the front, hoping to see her again.

"Jerry, I think we have a winner here," said Mike. "I've offered Becky the job, and she accepted. She's going to start right away. Can you get her up to Human Resources for the paperwork? I've already called them. They'll bring her back up here later."

"Right away, boss."

To Becky he said, "Welcome aboard, Becky. I hope you like it here. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." To me he said, "And don't call me boss!" With that Mike returned to his office.

Alone with her again, we headed to the elevators. I said, "He hates it when I call him boss. He is, of course, but we're pretty informal with each other in this office. First name basis, regardless of position." She smiled again, nodding her concurrence with that policy. "I'm glad you'll be working with us, Becky. It'll be fun, I'm sure."

Fun? Now THAT was a dorky thing to say! What am I, twenty years old and horny? Stammering over my words like a tongue-tied teenager?

My thoughts were clearly written all over my face, I'm sure.

Quick to put me at ease, Becky said, "I'm glad too, Jerry. I'm sure you can teach me whatever I need to know about this place."

Oh, I'd love to teach you whatever you want to know!

So said my mind, without a sound leaving my lips. We entered the elevator for the seven-floor lift. As she stood next to me, I smelled her scent. The top of her head came to just about my eye level, so I was perfectly positioned to take it in. At once, I became aroused.

Wow, I know it's been a long time, little Jerry, but stay down boy! Now is not the time!

After leaving Becky to complete the applications and insurance forms, I hit the men's room. Splashing water on my face, I could see I was still flushed. God, what this woman was doing to me! I knew I wanted her, regardless of the consequences. I was so aroused that I used a stall to jack off, my thoughts on Becky's lovely body.

That's how it started, innocently enough. As the days went by, we found ourselves talking frequently. She seemed to have little in common with others in the office. While friendly, she did not bond with anyone else. She confided in me about things in her life. Some of those things were not happy. She was divorced, with no children. She was still paying off school debts and was thinking about taking a second job. Other things made me jump with joy. She was a smart, funny, and definitely good looking. We shared a love of the outdoors and had identical music preferences. We would catch each other's eye occasionally, making me smile like we shared a secret.

Soon, we began to instant message each other from desk to desk. I had no direct line of sight to Becky, so I would occasionally ping her desk. We used that means of secret communication more and more often. I knew the company's surveillance was not sophisticated enough to track messaging, so as long as we were careful and left no tracks, we should be safe. I spent so much time cultivating my relationship with Becky during the day, either face to face or via e-mail, my work lagged behind my usual standard. When I wasn't conversing with her, I was thinking about her. Our good-natured banter bordered on sexual innuendo, but she gave as well as she took, so I knew she was not offended. Sometimes I was so aroused, I fantasized about making love to her in the office.

About two weeks after she started working at our firm, I asked if she would join me after work for a drink. This town is large enough that a couple can usually find a place to eat or drink without bumping into anyone they know. Already I felt that we needed to be discrete, even though it was probably obvious that we were friends in the office. It was known that she was divorced, but no one but me knew her well. Other men tried to be friendly with Becky, but I knew it was me that she confided in. Being divorced myself, I sympathized, using empathy, hoping I could get to know her better and see more of her. She already occupied my fantasy, why not my reality?

We met at a local brew pub the following Friday after work. With a couple of beers, we played pool until we both got hungry enough to order sandwiches. Becky had skill at the game, giving me a run for it, but I had a lot of practice growing up. We laughed as friends, relaxed in each other's company, but I think we each needed something more from each other. Before we parted that night, I kissed Becky. She kissed me back, holding it just a little longer than a friend might have, encouraging me to hold her close. It took my breath away. Squeezing my hand, she said, "Let's get together tomorrow."

"OK." I said. Thinking quickly, I said "I know just where we should go. Can I pick you up at nine?"

"Better meet me here," Becky replied. "I'll park here and we can go."

"It's a date then."

"Shh, don't tell anybody!" she said. "Bye."

On the way home, I picked up the supplies I'd need the next day. Late into the night, I lay awake, hoping and wishing for a perfect Saturday.

In the morning, when I got to the pub, she was waiting, having parked in the corner of the lot. She got in my truck and we were off.

"OK, mister. I'm all yours for the day. What do you have in mind?"

I told her to wait and see as we drove south to the next county's state park. We entered the park and drove the winding road through the forest. When we came to a little-used side road, I got out, removed the barricade, and pulled into the dirt track. Closing the gate behind us, we then drove about two miles to a turn-around dead end. It overlooked the lake from a bluff. I knew we would have this spot to ourselves, since the road was closed. It was obviously too dangerous for the public yet, since no guard rails had been placed at the edge of the bluff. It was a sunny, flat area, surrounded by pines, totally private, but in the great outdoors.

"Wow! This is great. How did you know about this place?"

"I found it one day when I was looking for a fishing spot. I climbed up here and found the road in. Nobody comes up here."

"Perfect for what you have in mind, I suppose?" said Becky with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Why, yes ma'am. I do believe so." From the back of the pickup, I removed a canvas bag and a cooler. From the bag, I took a blanket. "Here you go. Want to spread it out there on the pine bed?" Becky nodded and arranged the blanket. I toted the cooler to our spot.

"Here's lunch!" I said. "Hungry?" I turned and she was there, right in front of me. I bumped her by accident, sending her backwards on her butt to the blanket. I was mortified, but she just laughed and lay back looking up at the pines. I opened a bottle of wine, pouring two cups and recorking the bottle.

"This is perfect!" Becky said, sipping her wine and kicking off her sandals. The breeze whistled through the pines, cooling the air to a comfortable temperature. The view was spectacular. And we were alone!

As I looked at her, dressed in cutoffs and a tee shirt, I could not help but be aroused. So beautiful in the sunshine, she knew the effect she had on me. She pulled me down beside her and we embraced. She pushed me to my back, rolling on top of me. Her body, sun-warmed and tan, pressed me to the ground. Kissing me, she pushed her pelvis against mine. No longer were we pretending. No longer were we required to be professional or proper. Here, alone on the edge of the woods, we could let our inhibitions fly away. With a mutual need, we began more passionate kissing.

There was no hiding my desire for Becky. The log in my pants was a dead giveaway. She could feel it from her position on me. I could feel the heat from her as well. Breaking the kiss, I rolled her off and helped her to stand.

"Take off your clothes," I instructed. "I want to see your body."

She did not hesitate. With a quick flip, her tee shirt was off, followed by her bra. Her full breasts, now exposed in the sunshine, were tipped with large dark nipples. I immediately wanted to be sucked at her breast. Continuing, Becky unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She dropped them to the ground, leaving only her panties on. "These are for you to take off," she said as she crooked her finger and smiled invitingly.

From my knees, I reached to her hips, fingered the waistband, and tugged her panties down and off her legs, revealing her pussy, inches from my face. It was shaven except for a small strip above her slit.

Very sexy,

I thought.

Everything I imagined it would be!

I could not resist placing a kiss only an inch above those sweet lips. Becky spread her legs, as I reached between her knees, running my hand up her thigh and around to her ass cheeks. Pulling her toward me, I kissed the outer lips and savored the smell of her arousal. Probing deeper, my tongue licked out, tasting Becky's already wet pussy for the first time. I felt her shudder. He knees went weak and she collapsed to the blanket.

I repositioned myself between her legs immediately, and continued my muff diving. Probing with my tongue as she squirmed beneath me, I alternated licking and gently sucking. Fully aroused, Becky humped her hips in time with my licks as she rubbed her breasts and pinched her own erect nipples. Soon she arched her back and squeezed my head with her thighs.

"That's it. That's the spot. Keep going. I'm almost there. Yes. Yes. Oh, Jerry, yesss. Ahhh! She came with a gush of lady cum and I lapped it all, savoring her sweetness like the honey it was. She collapsed, legs splayed, as her orgasm receded to the afterglow of tenderness. I kissed her thighs and rested my head on her belly.

"Your turn, Jerry. Strip for me."

Quickly, I stood and started shedding my clothes, whipping off my shirt and kicking off my shoes.

"Whoa, cowboy! Slower. Let me enjoy it," said Becky.

So I resumed. Slowly peeled off my socks, then pulled down the zipper of my shorts. My cock, seeking the open air, pushed against my boxers. Looking around, it seemed strange to be disrobing outside. But whatever uneasy feeling I had rapidly dissipated when I say Becky naked on the blanket before me. She was touching herself, where seconds before, I had given her the best head I could. With her fingers, she spread drops of pussy nectar over the engorged lips of her sweet spot.

Dropping my shorts to the ground, I stood with just boxers. Tented out with my erection, there was little doubt what lay beneath.

"These are for you to take off," I mimicked, with a grin. As I straddled her legs, she reached up. The fingers on her left hand danced up my leg from my knee to the edge of my boxers, then under the edge to touch my ball sack. With a moan, I reached for her hand, but she brushed it aside.

"Let me do it," Becky said. As she continued to explore beneath the shorts from below with her left hand, the palm of her right hand pressed against my covered shaft. Then her fingers wrapped around it and gently squeezed, sending shivers up my bare back, despite the sunshine on it.

"Oh, Becky, that feels nice," I said.

"It certainly does," she replied. Slipping her fingers inside the opening, she touched my rigid shaft, lightly rubbing it from the root to the tip. "I think I'm ready to see it now." She pulled the waistband out and away, then straight down, finally exposing me to the open air. My cock bobbed with anticipation and each beat of my heart. I stepped out of the boxers, leaving us both nude in the sunshine. It seemed so natural to be naked with Becky. I was so turned on by her beauty and her actions, I was hard as steel.

Becky rose to her knees and kissed her way up from my knees to my groin. Her warm soft lips and fingers met my balls at the same time. Proceeding upward, she kissed her way up the underside of my shaft, licking the large vein and sensitive spot under the head. Reaching the top, she wrapped her small hand around the shaft and pulled me closer to her face. A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of my rigid penis. Becky's bright blue eyes locked on mine, as she opened her mouth to lick the drop with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, she opened her mouth to take me in.

God! This beautiful, naked woman was taking my rock hard cock in her mouth like it was the best thing she had ever tasted! While her lips sucked and her tongue licked over the head of my cock, her hand gently stroked the shaft. I had waited so long for this feeling, it was a struggle to keep from exploding right away. As bad as I wanted to cum, I had hopes of us cumming together, me inside her pussy. I wanted to tell her to stop, but it felt so good. Her head lowered as she took more of me inside her mouth, lips tight around the shaft.

Becky's warm mouth began bobbing up and down, as she got down to business giving me the best head I've ever felt. Her little fist around my cock followed her lips up and down as she licked, sucked and pumped. Seeing my cock disappear inside her mouth, then reappear, wet and glistening with her saliva, pushed me nearer and nearer to a long, pent-up orgasm. With the warm sunshine on my back and the gentle breeze through the pines, I was King of the World.

I grabbed the hair on the side of her head, slowing her movements and said, "Oh, Becky, that feels so good, but if you don't stop, I'm going to cum real soon."

With a mouth full of my cock, she looked up into my eyes and said "Umm humm." The she started again, this time humming as she increased the pressure with her hand. The rhythm and the vibrations, combined with her beauty as I watched this dream woman work from her knees, pushed me closer to the point of no return.

With my hands on her hair, I pulled her head forward, pushing my cock deep inside her mouth. She took it all, as her lips met her fingers at the base of my shaft. Pulling back slightly, I pushed forward again, fucking her mouth, wanting nothing more than to cum in her pretty face. Back and forth, we worked together until I could feel that undeniable sensation that signaled there was no holding back.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Don't stop. Suck it, Becky!"

I locked my knees to keep from falling and pushed deeper than I thought she could take, but she kept right on holding on with her lips. Suddenly, I swelled up another size, pushed deep in her throat, and held her head as the release began.

"Oh, god! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ahhhh!" The first cum was an explosion that hit the back of Becky's throat. It was followed by another and another, as surges of cum blasted from deep inside my balls, up though the shaft, to blow out the tip. Becky swallowed, but she was soon overwhelmed with the volume I had stored up. Filling her mouth to overflowing, the pulses pushed my cum out between her lips and my cock.

As her lips released me, excess cum dripped down her chin to drop onto her thighs. She used her tongue to lick the excess from my cock and her fingers. Her right hand held the shaft, while her left cupped my balls, gently caressing the sack. This caused a final squirt of cum to shoot from the tip, straight to her cheek.

With a mouthful and a face full of my cum, she grinned. Sticking out her tongue, she showed me a pool of cum in its cup. She closed and swallowed with exaggerated motions, demonstrating that she enjoyed the taste.

No longer able to stand, I pushed her to her back on the blanket and assumed a potion between her legs. Even having just cum explosively, I was still hard. I was somewhat surprised at that, but wasted no time in putting my condition to good use.

With her hand, Becky again rubbed her pussy, spreading the juices over her outer lips. "I hope you are not all done, cowboy, 'cause I want that cock inside me now. As you can see, I'm ready and willing."

"I'm not done yet with this dream. I've wanted to fuck you since the day we met. There's no stopping me now!"

Becky guided me to the still-moist entrance of her pussy with her hand. With a thrust of my hips, I was buried inside her warm love tunnel. I was sated from the blow job and the recent cum, but I started immediately pumping as deep as I could, wanting to satisfy her this way.

"Oh, yes, Jerry. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

As I probed her, she pushed back, so our groins met with a slap with each thrust. With my hands on each side of her hips, our only connection was my cock to her pussy. Slam! Slam! We fucked wildly.

"Oh! Oh! Ooooo!" Becky cooed as I increased the pace. The urgency to cum again was in the back of my mind, but having just recently done so, I could use my movements to bring Becky to the brink. Faster and faster I pumped her. Deep within, it was hot and wet. Becky's bare feet were crossed behind my butt as she pulled me deep with pressure on my back with her legs.

"Oh, yes. Jerry, that's it. I'm cumming! Can you feel it? Ohhh, yes!" As I rammed my cock deep within, I could feel the pulsing of her vaginal walls, squeezing my cock, milking it with the spastic contractions. I slowed as she enjoyed another powerful orgasm. As it gradually subsided, I was still hard inside her. Sweaty now, we were both in the glow. But I wasn't done with this dream yet. I pulled out with a plop.