A few years ago I had an office affair. This was with Juliet who, like me, had a senior management position within the company, though in a different department. We knew each other by attending the same weekly senior meeting. Eventually, we had to work together on a particular project that meant a lot of extra hours, often late at night. To cut a long story short, we came a lot closer together and eventually we agreed to spend a night together at a hotel I was staying at.
We arrived separately and it was quite late in the evening. We were both hungry and we were too late for the hotel restaurant so we ended up going out for fish and chips and then went to a bar for a drink. We both had an expectancy of what might follow. We had had a few previous encounters, once at her flat, when we had ended up naked but she had got cold feet about her boyfriend. This time we knew it was likely to be different. The bar was very trendy but was unexpectedly quiet being a midweek night. We were in a section well way from the few others in the bar. As we talked, I decided to test the water by running my fingers along her thigh. She was wearing a skirt that came to just above the knee but when sat down it had ridden higher. To my delight I came across the unmistakable feel of a stocking top and a suspender belt. She said she had been out and bought these specially because she knew from a previous conversation I found them a massive turn-on. I knew I was going to be quids in.
We finished our one drink and went back to the hotel. In the room I turned the lights low and found some music on the radio. I approached her and started slipping her top off her shoulder. She started to unfasten my belt. Eventually we were down to our underwear. The sight was fantastic. She did not have big tits, just small perfectly formed and pert, but the black bra was pushing up her cleavage. Below this a suspender belt framed an exquisite set of black panties. Her black stockings covered her extremely shapely, toned legs.
We fell onto the massive bed, from which I had stripped the duvet and caressed each other intensely. Then suddenly, I felt a massive eruption and a huge dollop of cum shot out from my dick that had been straining above the waistband of my trunks. This spurted and spurted, most of it going all over the exquisite belt and panties and into her cleavage.
I was initially horrified. I had told Juliet some while ago that I had incredible control and staying power when it came to sex (this was true), yet here I was spurting all over her like a teenager on his first date. She made some remark about spoiling her new stuff so soon but she wasn’t really fazed by any of it and she suggested I might like to clean up by licking some of it away. By a combination of licking and working the cum all over her belly and her tits, whilst at the same time slowly stripping off her stockings, her bra and then finally peeling down those fantastic panties to reveal her perfectly shaped bush, we got back to business.
She had brought some massage oil that she said was big turn on for her so I started spreading this over her. Slowly I worked my way around her tits, across the flat of her belly and around her hips. She was getting more and more oiled. Every so often, I leaned across to kiss and caress her pert nipples that by now were standing up like thimbles. By doing this much of the oil transferred to me and before long we were both well covered. This allowed us to slide over each other in the most fantastic way. I went to work on her legs. Working up her thighs, I went on with the oil. Each time I got to the top of one the back of my palm brushed across her cunt lips that were by now moist and then down the other thigh. On some passing moves, my finger or thumb teased her clit for a moment before moving on. This was plainly teasing her more and more. Her back had begun to arch, her hips rising and falling with each stroke of my hands along her thigh, across the beauty of her sex and down the other thigh. I put the flat of my hands on her belly and pushed upwards over her tits several times before returning to her thighs and her slit.
I realised that she was more than ready for me to move on. Thinking that we had once come close to this before, though without this degree of preparation, I moved slightly hesitantly. Taking much of my weight on my elbows as I leaned above her, I decided first to lower my glistening body over hers. My cock had long since got over its earlier ejaculation and was by now absolutely rock-hard. I thought I would let myself start to slide over her, allowing the cock to brush against and tease the slit and her clit, just as my hands had been doing. I drew myself over and upwards letting the cock brush her upper inner thigh, on and up towards her cunt.
Suddenly, and I have re-lived this moment many time since, trying to understand what happened, I realised that my cock was actually buried deep inside her. I had not expected this. I can only think that I was so hard and she was so ready and willing that, without any real attempt by ether of us, I had shot inside her. I looked at her in some surprise and gently asked if she was OK with this. Her eyes were only half-open. ‘Yes…oh yes’ she murmured. With this kind of signal, I really went to work on her.
So I started real slow, drawing myself back and gently pushing into her again and again. She started to arch her back again and her eyelids half closed. She just kept murmuring ‘yes…yes..yes’. I tried to vary my movements a bit , rotating my hips and pushing one of her legs into the air. My thrusts became stronger and stronger as she edged towards her firs climax. This was where my earlier spilling of my load now really came to my advantage. I had re-established my control and felt confident of going a long time without going over the edge myself. As I felt her come for the first time, I eased off slightly and started to lean back whilst lifting her upwards and forwards. Taking care to stay inside the whole time, I lay on my back and she swung into place on top of me. Now she went to town.
Suddenly, she moved into another gear. She leaned forward over me so that my cock was angled forward. Helped by raising myself with my legs slightly, she started sliding forward so that my cock was almost but never outside her lips and then pushed back so that she forced it back in to the hilt. She kept up this rhythmic pounding for what seemed a long time. All this time, I was fondling, sucking and caressing those pert little tits now hanging in front of me. Her nipples were incredibly hard and elongated and crimson red. It was easy to catch each one in turn in my lips and suckle them. She was building to a very clear and noisy climax and started breathing incredibly heavily with sharp hissing noises. I felt her whole body shudder into an incredible spasm that lasted a long time. How we stayed coupled I don’t know, but she was desperate to keep me deep inside her. I started to realise that she was very definitely not finished and was building to another climax. This time it was somewhat less dramatic and much more gentle. Now she added a series of long slides across my oiled chest. She told me how my muscular body had always been attractive to her but particularly when it was working hard. Here she had my body straining beneath her as she relentlessly used me to get her third climax of the night.
By the time this was over, she appeared for a moment to be sated but then said she wanted to go on forever. Slowly I eased myself from beneath her and out between her legs as she squatted over me. She was still leaning forward on all fours when I gently went behind her and started rubbing her arse with my still rampant cock. I’m sure I fleetingly thought about a bit of anal but I had no idea how it might be received and decided against the risk. So I started to put my dick against her cunt instead and she immediately took the hint. From behind is often my favourite position and tonight was going to be no exception. I love the feel of my cock sliding deep inside and back. Once I had started to pick up and finding that she was getting pleasure, I did my favourite thing and brought one foot up adjacent to her head. This always allows me to deepen my thrusts. Now I was able to take the lead. All the time I kept caressing her tits hanging down below her and occasionally ran a finger over the rim of her anus and though she didn’t seem to mind I decided not to chance that any further. As I thrust deeper and harder I kept coming closer to shooting my load. Time after time I felt the spunk rising and approaching a point of no return. But each time I went into overdrive with my control, easing off the thrusts slightly whilst fixing my mind on not coming. Many times this worked and all the time I was just building and building the extreme pleasure. Juliet was at first passive and I thought I detected the first signs of her being exhausted but all of a sudden, as my pounding and sliding in and out of her soft tight snatch went on relentlessly, she started to build herself. She went into spasm, this time a long series of slow body movements that mixed with my own thrusting. How I kept myself from coming I shall never know. She writhed, moaned and cried out as she came yet again. In fact, quite why I had held back and we hadn’t come together in glorious harmony, I don’t quite know. Maybe, I was looking to start all over again.
Juliet has collapsed in a heap and was plainly exhausted. We both lay together, our bodies wringing wet with a combination of massage oil and sweat. I kissed her, passionately at first and then more tenderly. She murmured that she really needed to sleep now. We must have been going at it for a good two to two and a half hours. I pulled the duvet across our entwined bodies and her I saw her slip into sleep. Within minutes she was sleeping deeply.
And me? I was lying there in the soft light with a massive hard-on and my sac feeling fit to burst with the spunk welled up inside. I didn’t quite know what to do. I thought about wanking to a finish but decided that was a waste and a bit of an insult to what we had done. I thought about sticking my dick inside her. With her legs drawn up her cunt was looking at me invitingly, it was moist and relaxed with the lips well parted, but I decided against it. I also got to thinking about what we had not done. Several times as I had run my lips over her body, I had thought of continuing down and suckling her cunt. I had longed to do this as it would have seemed so natural to me along with all the other things we had done. I would also have enjoyed her sucking my dick. But she had once told me that she thought oral sex was too intimate for what was, after all, only an affair. I had found this odd then, but never more so than now, given the extreme intimacy we had just had. But I would not have chanced it. We had agreed that we would respect each other’s limits. I cat-napped fitfully myself, woken on one occasion by noise outside from drunks, even though it was four in the morning – the perils of a city centre hotel. Each time I woke my hard-on returned immediately. The aching from my filled balls had gone down a bit but I longed to put the rampant shaft to good use – but still she slept.
Eventually, it stated to grow light and I could stand it no longer. Recalling that we needed to be up early so she could get back to the office, 90 miles way, I stated to rouse her gently. As she started to stir, I decided not just to rouse her but also to arouse her. I let my fingers brush over her belly, thread through her bush and gently play against her still moist cunt lips. I found her clit. To my delight, she moaned slightly and opened her eyes. I realised her first thought was about her journey so once I had told her the time, quarter to five, she relaxed and snuggled into me. I suckled her breasts in turn and continued to tease her clit and stroked further into her fanny in a gentle manner. I shifted myself so that my cock rested on her inner thigh and slowly eased it into her. She sighed intensely and held me harder towards her. We were lying side by side. I wrapped her in my arms and started to turn her as I went onto my back. I lifted her on top and together we rode each other gently. Teasing her nipples and caressing the soft cheeks of her arse, I sensed her starting to build to orgasm. I had no reason to hold back and as I sensed her getting closer to her climax, I abandoned all control and just let the spunk spurt out. I sensed that I was shooting a massive load, just as she was spilling her own juices. There was this incredible wetness and sloshing noises as we continued to grind our pubic areas together. She was leaning back, her tits jutting forward. And then it was over. We needed to move. She went into the bathroom. I knew she would be anxious to wash away the traces of our being together before she went back to her boyfriend. I imagined her trying to deal with the juices inside her and thought she would have to work hard to eliminate all trace of that massive load. At last she came out and I took a quick shower. We dressed and then went down to her car. We parted with one last passionate kiss and she drove off into the early morning.
There is a slight sequel to this. For the rest of the week our work kept us apart so by Saturday I was pretty keen to see Juliet again. I managed to sneak out for a while from my home decorating. I was still in my scruffy painting clothes when I arrived at her place. I had not rung ahead so she was pleasantly surprised to see me and invited me in – the second time I had been in her flat. She asked me if I wanted a coffee and we went in the kitchen. As the kettle boiled, I nuzzled the back of her neck and she turned and put her arms around me. We kissed, gently and then passionately. I’m sure she could feel my rising manhood pressing against the crotch of her tight jeans. As she poured the coffee she could hardly avoid the bugle that was now pushing against my scruffy jogging bottoms. She was evidently turned on by my worn-out, tight fitting, paint spattered old shirt and generally untidy appearance. Before either of us got to drinking, she reached out urgently, pulling at my shirt. Several buttons popped off under the strain. Her hands went to the cord waistband of my pants and deftly undid the knot. She yanked down the pants and then went straight to my underpants. She was really hot for some action. My bulging cock shot out as she pushed my lycra trunks down and it jolted forward in front of her. Deciding to follow her, I pushed back against the kitchen worktop, raising her slightly to sit on the edge as I neatly stepped out of my pants. I pulled up her t-shirt and pulled it over her long hair and threw it aside. Underneath she had one of her favourite ‘bodies’. I undid her jeans and pulled them off and then snapped open the press-studs that fastened the body under her crotch. I pushed the loose body up over her chest to reveal her tits. She had on the wispiest, white lacy knickers. I put my fingers round the narrow bit of material covering her bush and yanked it aside, sending a couple of fingers in to her clit, whilst positioning myself so that I could slide my hard dick into her as she straddled the edge of the work-top. As soon as I was in, I started to pump like hell, causing her arse to slide about on the shiny surface.
She clearly didn’t find this a practical place to get what she wanted so she pushed us apart and then leading me by the dick, led me into the sitting room where we both tumbled quickly towards the sofa. She went under me with her legs over the arm, as I went between her legs and quickly got back inside her extremely wet cunt. As we recommenced our thrusts, she started to slide off the seat towards the floor so we ended up half on, half off the sofa. I pounded away as she rotated her hips. Going at such a pace, we both came up to climax in no time. I had no reason to resist or hold back. As I realised she was going into orgasm, I let go and allowed another huge spurting of cum to join her own abundant love juices. There had been precious little foreplay or technique – just sudden lust, that was now satisfied.
I realised that I had been out for longer than was prudent, so we picked ourselves up quickly and after I had put back my clothes as well as I could with a shirt with one button, we had a long passionate kiss and I left. And that, I am sorry to say was that. We never again got to make the most fantastic love. Just over a week later, over a drink in a pub after work, she said that she was really worried; her cold-feet about her boyfriend had come back big time as she realised that there was a danger that our lust was likely to put that relationship in jeopardy. I had no choice – as it had been our early agreement that neither of us would ever make the other do anything unwillingly – but to accept we would not meet again. We parted with one last kiss and a slight grope of each other and went our separate ways. I never saw her again. By the end of the week I had been offered and accepted a transfer to another office 90 miles away. We had agreed never to contact one another again and to keep our secrets – and that is what we have done.
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