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.
