The following is the continuation of a true story. It further describes the hot little affair that developed between myself and a married coworker of mine named Dana. If you haven't read part 1 of the story, you should probably start there.
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A couple of weeks had passed since Dana had gone down on me in the back of my truck, and we hadn't gotten together again. We still talked and flirted through company email, and there were backhanded references to what had happened that night. I knew she wanted to do more, but I also knew that Dana liked to move at her own speed. She was enjoying the thrill of the chase, and to tell the truth, so was I.
Eventually her questions began getting more targeted. Whe she asked me about the availability of my place, I knew I had her. At the time I owned my own home, but I was sharing it with an old roommate of mine.
"When does your roommate come home from work?" Dana asked one day, totally out of the blue. I explained that he usually didn't get home until later in the evening, a few hours after me.
"I'd like to see your place one day", she told me. "I'm curious about where you live."
I assured Dana that she was welcome to come by anytime, and that we could hang out whenever she wanted. "I wouldn't have much time though", she stipulated by email. "I can't be away that long."
Another few days passed. Dana said nothing more about hanging out. At this point we had actually gone to lunch a few times, but nothing much happened other than the usual flirting and edgy talk. We always kept it low key, so as not to arouse any suspicion. Both of us had nosey bosses, not to mention everyone else in the office.
One day I returned to my desk to find a single email from Dana, and once again it was a one-liner that made my stomach lurch:
"Would you use a condom?"
My dick went instantly hard. I loved the way Dana could totally ignore things for days at a time, and then suddenly blurt out whatever was on her mind.
"Of course." I replied. "Not a problem."
"Fine then", Dana wrote back. "Tomorrow after work, I'll follow you back to your house."
The next day seemed to last two weeks. Dana and I didn't cross paths at work, but I knew from the computer system that she'd logged in. Just as I was wondering if maybe she chickened out, Dana showed up at my desk. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a button-down white blouse that did a great job of showing off her tits.
"I'm only going to have an hour", she told me. "Can you leave now?"
Fifteen minutes later we were turning onto my block, Dana following me in her own car. As I walked her up the porch steps I placed one hand on her hip, and she jumped forward adorably. I could tell she was nervous, and it was cute as hell.
Inside the house, I asked her if she wanted a drink. She took some cold water. I watched her gulp down some pretty big sips, and saw her shoulders relax a little.
"So this is the swinging bachelor pad, hmm?" Dana teased, extending a finger.
"Yup", I said, briefly showing her around. As awkward as things seemed, there was also an air of genuine excitement. Each of us knew exactly why we were there, and a sexual tension hung deliciously in the air. I think Dana was both savoring it and waiting for me to make the first move.
I didn't make her wait long.
"Wanna see the bedroom?" I smiled, and watched her smirk back at me. Her eyes sparkled.
"I think so", she responded shyly. "As much as I know I probably shouldn't."
"Entirely up to you", I shot back. "We could always see what's on TV and drink some more water."
Dana laughed, and I think she called me an asshole. I responded by taking her hand, and gently leading her down the hallway. We stepped into my bedroom, and I made a grand, sweeping gesture with one arm.
"Nice umm, mirrors", Dana said matter-of-factly. She was referring to the full-length mirrored closet doors adjacent to my bed.
"Arent' they cool?", I asked, chuckling. "They came with the house."
"I'll bet they did."
There were about five seconds of semi-awkward silence, and then I finally stepped into her. My arms went around her waist, my hands cupping her tight little ass for the first time. With my foot, I gently closed the door behind us. Dana looked up at me wordlessly, and I swept hair back from her face before leaning in to kiss her.
Again, just as last time, Dana's body language completely changed. She melted into my arms and began kissing me back, greedily devouring me. Her hands ran up across my chest, slid along the backs of my legs, and pulled me as close to her as possible. We stood there making out like a couple of teenagers, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies.
After what seemed like ten minutes, Dana stepped back. She looked at me again, and without saying anything, sank to her knees. Dana reached forward and unzipped me, pulling my pants and boxers down around my ankles. Then, without breaking our stare, she swallowed my cock.
I leaned back against the wall for support as Dana began blowing me. My fingers once again enmeshed themselves in her dark hair, feeling the familiar motion as she glided smoothly up and down my shaft. This time, Dana had left her glasses on. For some reason this turned me on more than anything else. I looked down and watched as she sucked me, concentrating on burning the image of her pretty little face into my mind, nerdy glasses and all.
It wasn't long before Dana kissed her way back up my chest, helping me out of my shirt. I suddenly remembered that there wasn't much time. As she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and I was allowed to reach down and unbutton her jeans. This time, she did nothing to stop me.
Soon we were both naked, except for Dana's very skimpy, very white pair of good-girl cotton panties. I slid the flat palm of my hand down her smooth stomach, breaking the waistband of those panties as I buried my face in her breasts. Dana's tits were every bit as nice as they looked from outside her shirt. She had large pink nipples that felt soft in my mouth, but got instantly hard as I bit on them ever so gently.
Quickly, my hand found her slit. Dana's pussy was absolutey drenched. From top to bottom, it was sopping wet. I slid one finger slowly inside her, and Dana gasped as her whole body tensed up. Gently I moved my hand up and down the outer folds of her soft pussy, feeling the neat little triangle of pubic hair she kept down there.
Dana moaned as I fingered her. I kissed her breasts, her neck, and her wet mouth. As her head rolled back and her eyes closed, I could feel Dana's legs going to jelly. I laid her down gently across the bed, and continued my exploration of her body. Eventually, I got her panties off too.
Just as I was working a second finger inside her, Dana sat up. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. She looked back at me with a slightly crooked smile, and drew her legs up beneath her.
"You need to fuck me", she said. "We don't have much time."
The condoms were in the drawer of my nightstand. I motioned to it, and Dana crawled cat-like across the bed. She retrieved one, glanced it at for a moment, and then handed it to me. I split the wrapper in one fluid motion, and began easing it over the head of my cock. In all this time, I never took my eyes off her body.
