The Adventures Of Fy

Since this is my first attempt at publication, I would appreciate any advice or thoughts you may have.

I hope you'll like it.

To my beloved girlfriend and amazing sex partner, who makes me horny all the time, making me write this kind of thing, I love you!!

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Another boring day at work, finally the time to leave the office has arrived; as always, I go out to smoke a cigarette at the building's entrance, the puffs relaxing my body from the stress generated by the workday.

I see the new girl walking towards me; they hired her a week ago, and the whole department is after her. Honestly, she is an impressive woman, 1.65 or so meters tall, with wavy brown hair, green eyes, large breasts, a gym-toned butt just like the rest of her body, not overly muscular but with curves.

My colleagues, like fools, have been trying to hit on her since she arrived, even some who I know have wives and kids. I'm not going to deny that I find her super attractive, but after my last and recent breakup, I'm not in the mood for flirting.

"Do you have a lighter?" She asks me once she is by my side while taking out a cigarette.

"Yeah, yeah, here you go," I replied casually, handing her my lighter. "I didn't know you smoked," I commented as she returned the lighter to me once her cigarette was lit.

"Only when I'm stressed, heh..." she says.

"Well, it didn't take you too long to get stressed, just a week, hahaha," I say with a smile, and she laughs softly too. "Well, I'm sorry, I have to go," I say as I finish smoking and throw the cigarette butt in the trash can. "See you tomorrow!" I say as I leave.

"See you tomorrow!" she replies.

I drive home, and after showering, I find myself masturbating while thinking about my new coworker, imagining doing a thousand things with her. I cum in an intense orgasm, and in the post-orgasm clarity, I suddenly realize that I don't even know her name.

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Another day in the office, waking up early, having coffee, and typing, remembering yesterday afternoon, I take the opportunity to look up the colleague's name in our intranet; there it is!! Her name is Carmela. Although I spoke with her yesterday, I continue with my routine life without paying much attention to what happened.

Once again, the time to leave arrives, and, as always, I step out to the door to smoke before getting in the car. To my surprise, Carmela is already at the corner where I usually smoke, lighting one up. I act naturally as if I hadn't masturbated yesterday thinking about her.

"Hi..." I greet her while taking my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket.

"Hi, what's up?...hey, I'm really sorry because you gave me a light yesterday, but... what's your name?" she asks me, catching me off guard and making me not feel so bad after having to look up her name a few hours ago.

"Don't worry, it's normal not to remember names being new here; my name is Fuego, but call me Fy; everyone calls me that," I reply.

"You're welcome, Carmela. I have to admit I didn't know your name either! and I looked it up this morning, hehehe," I admit, laughing.

We both laugh as we finish smoking.

"Well, see you tomorrow," I say as I head to my car.

Once again, back home after showering, my cock gets rock hard thinking about her, and I need to masturbate.... "Ohmmmmm, Carmelaaa... Ahhhhmm!!" I moan as I finish cumming again.

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Christmas is coming, along with the cold and the company Christmas dinners. Despite having a good relationship with my coworkers, I generally don't attend these kinds of events, and if I have to go, I usually just stay for the meal and then quickly head back home to avoid the terrible spectacle of drunk employees brown-nosing the boss and hitting on anything they see.

But this time it's different. Carmela has been insisting for a week that I have to go and stay late with her, and well, why try to fool myself? I'm not going to deny it.

I arrive at the restaurant really nervous, and once I enter, I see Carmela surrounded by guys trying to hit on her. From the conversations we have during our smoke breaks, I know she despises those macho man guys, but she prefers not to be rude to anyone, just in case it ends up backfiring on her. She also sees me enter and quickly separates from all of them and comes towards me, wearing an emerald green dress that shows part of her thigh. Watching her walk is hypnotizing; she looks like the hot protagonist of a music video.

"Good thing you arrived; what a bunch of annoying people," she says while hugging me. He doesn't usually do this on workdays, and honestly, it leaves me speechless as I inhale his intoxicating scent.

"He... Hello." I take a moment to react, "Wow, look at you, you're stunning!" I say once the hug breaks.

"Thank you very much, Fy; you look great too!" He says while taking my hand and guiding me inside the restaurant, "I've saved a spot for you next to me, Fy."

We sat together on one side of the table; the meal progressed with multiple appetizers to share, and then the waiters brought the main courses. During the meal we had all the beer and wine we wanted, and finally, they served some desserts to share as well. By the end of the meal, I was already feeling a bit (quite) drunk after several drinks.

After lunch, we went to the other side of the street, where the party continued in a bar with drinks and music. Carmela enters the bar and immediately starts dancing, moving to the rhythm of the music in a sensual way. I can't take my eyes off her as she enjoys herself without paying attention to anyone, simply having fun. Occasionally, she looks at me and smiles.

After a while, she walks over to me, and before she arrives, I offer her a gin and tonic. We toast, and while she rests from all the dancing, we calmly drink our glasses.

"Oh come on, Fy, please dance with me," she insists, getting closer to me and playfully bumping her hip against mine. "Pleeease!!" she insists again with such a seductive look that I know I can't resist.

"What a charmer you are. Alright, I'll dance with you," I replied, giving in to his request.

Carmela takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I try to dance as best as I can while she moves gracefully around me, smiling and looking at me. I start to enjoy myself and have fun, moving around in a much more clumsy way than her. Suddenly, the music changes to a reggaeton song. At that moment, Carmela looks at me with a playful smile, leans close to my ear, and says:

"I love reggaeton; it makes me move my ass like a really naughty slut." That phrase whispered in my ear caught me off guard, and, honestly, it really turned me on.

Carmela started twerking, moving her butt and lowering it to the ground. I try to follow her, but obviously, I don't do it as well as she does. At one point, she turns around and starts twerking, rubbing her butt against me, more specifically against my bulge. I try to control myself, but it's impossible, and I can't control my cock, and I feel it getting hard.

I'm sure she notices my erection, but she doesn't stop rubbing against me. When the song ends, she smiles at me and guides me back to the bar.

"Come on, Fy, you look like you're getting... hot; let me buy you another gin."

Carmela orders the drinks at the bar while I take a deep breath trying to calm down and make my erection disappear. Once she has the drinks, she comes back with two gin and tonics, one for each of us, and we sit on some high chairs to drink them while I feel a terrible embarrassment from how hard my cock got earlier.

"You move really well on the dance floor, Fy; you're a total pro! Hahaha," says Carmela, teasing me.

"Don't be mean! Haha," I replied, laughing. I need to go out and get some fresh air for a bit. Once we finish the gin, I say, "Well, now it's my turn to choose. I'm going outside to cool off."

"I'll accompany you, Fy," Carmela replies to me.

We went out the back door to the alley, and I took out a couple of cigarettes for Carmela and me, gave her one, and lit mine.

"Phew, it was so hot in there!" I commented while taking a puff; Carmela smoked her cigarette in silence, seductively watching me. "Is something wrong?" I ask her.

She throws away her cigarette and walks towards me.

"Yeah, Fy, it was hot; in fact, I got really hot," she says, emphasizing the word 'I' as she corners me against the wall.

She takes the cigarette from my mouth, takes a puff, and throws it on the ground. She places her hand on my chest and starts moving it down my stomach until it reaches my package and begins to caress it.

"Ca...Carmela?" I asked, puzzled.

"Hmmm, on the dance floor, while I was rubbing against you, I noticed it. God, I didn't know you had such a big thing hidden there! It made me super horny!" She says as my cock gets rock hard again while she rubs her hand against my bulge more intensely.

"Oh! Carmela, fuck!" I moan. I'm so turned on right now; my bulge is huge right now.

I move my hands to her hips and grab her, pressing her against me, then slide my hands to her ass, massaging it firmly with both hands. She finally throws herself at me and kisses me; I feel her tongue playing with mine, driving me crazy and super horny.

Carmela suddenly unbuttons my pants and pulls out my cock; she starts jerking me off, lifts her dress, turns around, and guides my cock directly into her pussy.

"Fuck me, Fy!" Carmela demands it of me.

Damn, this is driving me crazy, so I take the initiative. I was so eager to fuck Carmela. I push her against the wall and slide my cock into her pussy.

"Ohhh yes, damn!" I say as I feel the heat of her pussy hugging my cock while my cock goes all the way inside her for the first time.

There I am, drunk, in an alley, fucking the woman I've been fantasizing about for weeks; with each thrust, Carmela moans and demands more and more without stopping.

"Fuck me, Fy! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, pleeeeeeease!!" She moans while I fuck her against the wall.

My hips hit her perfect ass; it feels so good, and she is so wet. With each thrust, Carmela's moans get louder, and I don't want us to be discovered, but of course, I'm not going to stop, at least not now, so I cover her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. This seems to please her as she starts moving her ass; now she pushes harder against me, making my cock go deeper. Damn, I think I'm going to cum.

I can see how Carmela brings her hand to her clitoris, and while I fuck her as hard and deep as I can, she starts to masturbate. She begins to tremble and moan against my hand desperately. I feel her pussy contract, and then, seconds later, she stops and pulls away from me, making my cock slip out of her. Damn, I was on the verge of reaching orgasm.

"OOOHM Fyyy!! Damn! what an orgasm!" She says while turning around, giving me a kiss with a mocking smile. "Put that inside your pants, come on, or you'll poke someone's eye out, hehe," she tells me while rearranging her dress.

Carmela must have seen my incredulous face, having not had an orgasm.

"I don't feel like being stained or dripping around here, so we'll finish another day. I owe you one, hehe." Carmela tells me as she opens the bar door, leaving me behind.

I fasten my pants, tucking away my cock, and re-enter the bar. She is waiting for me with one last drink for us to have. She treats me again as she always does at work, like friends, until the end of the night.

Once we're leaving the party, she turns to me and says:

"I owe you a favor, and I always return my favors," she says, winking at me as she walks away.

And once again, but this time with the strongest erection of my life, I ended up masturbating at home thinking about her, cumming with an incredibly strong orgasm thinking about what had happened hours earlier.

To be continued...