I couldn't find anything to fill the gap he left. Life had become mundane and boring. My friends tried to cheer me up and tried to get me right back into the game, but my heart just wasn't in it. After a few failed fix-ups with a few desperate men and a woman, I'd resolved to wait until it fell into my lap, if it was meant to be.
My job and career became my biggest priority. I worked as a project manager for a large firm. A recent sports injury had left one of the members of my team in hospital and we were short of one man. I tried to pick up the work of the missing member so that we wouldn't fall behind. Some days I stayed late at the office to make sure we were up to date and on track. My boss, Mr. Rodd, soon realized that the overtime hours I was clocking in were piling up and decided to appoint someone new.
"This is Guy," Mr. Rodd said, bringing in a tall man one morning, "He'll be filling in until Michael is well again. I trust that you will make him feel welcome and show him the ropes."
Mr. Rodd walked away without another word, leaving Guy with me. I introduced myself and walked him through to our work area, where I introduced him to the rest of the team. We discussed which sections he would take over and I volunteered to talk him through what we'd done so far and where we were headed.
He was quite something -- tall and rugged, with piercing blue eyes and strong jawline. When he spoke, it was soft and gentle, but masculine and firm. He oozed masculinity. His blonde hair was short -- military style. His face was covered in hair -- not a full-on beard, but far from clean-shaven. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong. Just looking at him sent my hormones racing. This was a real man.
Over the next few weeks, our project started to take shape quite well. We were well on track to meeting our deadlines and were three weeks away from our launch date. Guy was pulling his weight, as was the rest of the team. We worked well together. Guy and I had gotten to know each other a bit better and were getting along well. He still set my blood on fire every time I spoke to him. It took a lot of self-control to actually listen to what he was saying and not get lost in his eyes, or stare at his face and daydream about rubbing against it.
Then disaster struck. Another member of our team fell ill and needed to be in hospital -- now, at crunch time. From a five member team, we were down to three. The third member of our team was a mother of three young children and couldn't work late nights, so Guy and I took over as much as we could, working into the early hours of the morning sometimes.
We brushed up against each other a few times while working so close. While I wished he'd just know he was making me wild, we had too much work to do to warrant complicating things. He fuelled my raw sexual desire and I often had to masturbate as soon as I got home.
Two nights before the launch, we finally were back on track. Guy and I had been working since that morning in the same office. We'd ordered pizza and ate as we worked. With the last of the pages printed, stapled and punched and all the plans saved and backed-up, we breathed our sighs of relief.
"Done at last," he said.
"Yeah, it's been a rough start for you hey."
"Not too bad -- never said no to a challenge."
I gave him a smile, gazing into those stunning blue eyes.
"Better call it a night," I suggested.
"Already?"
"Yep. I have sleep to catch up on."
I began packing up and tidying up the office. Guy moved around trying to do the same. We bumped into each other and crossed over each other as we put things in order. His masculinity around me made me a little fluttering and, while fighting to keep my compusure, his arm brushed against my breast. He apologized several times for it, even though it was my fault.
"It's fine," I said.
"I'm really sorry. Don't want to get into trouble with your boyfriend or anything."
"No boyfriend."
"Really? Why not?"
"Bad break up. Don't really want to talk about it. And you? A girlfriend?"
"Ah shame man. Nope, no girlfriend."
We finished tidying up and made some small talk. He played soccer on the weekends and lived alone in a flat nearby. He had quit his job about a month ago after an incident with his boss that he didn't want to talk about.
As we spoke, my body was still reacting to Guy's masculinity and my gut was telling me to take advantage of the situation. My hands had become clammy and my nipples had definitely pricked up. Butterflies appeared in my tummy.
I wanted him so badly. It was now or never.
"Guy..." I said, standing next to him.
"Yes Talia..."
"Would you..."
He leaned down and kissed me -- his soft lips engulfing mine in a wet embrace. The heat of his body passed into mine.
All too soon, he broke away.
"Is that what you were going to ask for?" he asked with a naughty smile.
I could only nod.
He kissed me again -- deep and passionately, playing with my tongue and probing my mouth. Our kiss soon became heated and I wanted more. His rough face was rubbing against mine. I could hear his breathing intensify. My body began tingling. I knew my pussy was becoming wet.
I pulled his shirt out of his pants, as his hands slid under my blouse. His touch sent electricity through my veins and I jumped a little. Guy was undeterred and moved his hands around my back and sides, hitting all my sensitive spots. His shirt buttons kept my hands busy as our tongues played with each other.
He pulled off my blouse next. Then unzipped my skirt and let it fall. I undid his pants and let them fall. His hands traced up my spine and down again. My bra was next.
"Bet I can do it with one hand," he said between kisses.
And he did. He unsnapped it with one hand and then pulled the straps off my shoulders, letting that fall to the floor too. My nipples stood to attention as they felt the cool air.
"Wow," he said, cupping my breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. The other nipple then got a similar treatment.
His boxers caught my eye. There was definitely something growing in there. I slipped my hands into the waistband and pulled them off. His cock popped straight up, erect and ready for some action. I smiled and gave him playful nod of approval.
He mimicked my movements on my panties, and gave me a similar nod.
Now we stood before each other in nothing but our shoes, with our clothing strewn across the floor around us.
"We really shouldn't be naked here," I giggled.
"But we really want to be naked here," he retorted, pulling me into his arms.
We kissed some more, deeply and passionately again, but naked this time.
"I've seen the... longing looks... you've been... sending... my way," he said between kisses.
"Mmm..." I groaned.
He pushed me against a now empty desk. I got up onto it and he stood between my legs, my dripping pussy now spread for him.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded.
He pushed forward, sending a tingle through my whole body as his cock just touched my spread pussy. Any thoughts of not doing this here and now disappeared from my mind.
"Do it," I urged.
He guided the tip of his cock into my slick opening, before giving a good, hard shove -- driving himself into me and causing me to shriek with sheer pleasure. His lips found mine again as he began to thrust inside of me, building up speed quickly. My hands gripped onto his shoulders and his held my hips.
My orgasm built up quickly and soon I was screaming. It took just a few more strokes for me to cum, my fingers digging into his skin as I did so. I screamed out and pulled him toward me. He paused for a moment to let me recover.
I got off the desk and slipped to my knees in front of him. My mouth engulfed the head of his cock and I flicked the head with my tongue. The taste of my juices mixed with his pre-cum was sublime. As my tongue flicked over the head, I closed a hand around his shaft and began stroking. He tangled his hand in my hair and groaned loudly. I slowly took more of him
into my mouth. He used his hands to control my head and push it up and down his cock. My hand moved to his balls and stroked them lightly. My tongue flattened out and slobbered around his cock.
"I'm cumming!"
His cock spurted hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. It stayed buried in my mouth until he was done and I had swallowed juice.
I stood up and he stroked my face, looking deeply satisfied.
"Now its home time," I said.
He just nodded. I started getting dressed and he followed suit.
*
He held my hand as we walked down to the parking lot together. His masculinity was turning me on again. He offered to take me for a drink and I invited him to my house instead.
*
It was a bold move, but one of which I still reap the benefits. He's still part of our team now. I don't know why or how, but I'm happy with it and won't ask questions. We haven't been alone at the office late at night since, but we have found new places for our late-night encounters.
The End.
A Tale of Two Sisters
My name is Susan, and I am a 36 year-old divorcee with no kids. I live in an apartment in the suburbs and I work downtown as a legal secretary. I have a sister, Sandra, and we have been very close since we were young. She is about two years younger than me, but now that we are in our thirties we look about the same age – very similar overall, actually. We are both brunettes, we both have green eyes, and we both used to wear a 36C before she had a child.
Our parents had raised us in a very conservative home, so conservative that the only thing they ever told us about sex was not to do it until we were married. We never received a "birds and bees" talk from either of our parents, and the only way we learned about it was from our friends and television.
Although we were never officially "taught" about sex, we both had still experimented quite a bit on our own. As sisters, we talked about everything, so we shared all of our sexual escapades with each other. I had been the first to engage in sexual activity, but I had been nervous to let it get beyond oral. Sandra, on the other hand, was more adventurous than I, and she had been the first to lose her virginity to a high school senior when she was 15.
As we got older, we didn't talk about our sex lives as much, but it still would come up on occasion. Sandra would get a new boyfriend and she would tell me about some new technique he had tried on her. I had my first threesome (two guys) shortly after I graduated college and we talked about that in great detail. But the most memorable one (for me, at least) was talking about Sandra's first experience with another woman.
Kate had been her name, and Sandra talked about her luscious lips and her gorgeous breasts. Sandra told me about how tender and passionately they had kissed, and how sparks flew as their tongues met and wrestled in each others' mouths. Kate licked and sucked on Sandra's breasts, and Sandra told me how wrong – yet amazing – it felt. All that was nice, but when Kate ate her pussy it was just so unrealistically good. Kate seemed to know exactly where to lick, where to touch, and when to do each, and Sandra described each of the three orgasms she had had while Kate was going down on her.
We had talked about it on the phone, and while Sandra had talked about it I found myself getting so turned on. I had just gotten out of the shower so all I was wearing was my bathrobe, which allowed my hand easy access to my dripping slit. Sandra didn't know, but as soon as I got off the phone with her I had fingered myself to the biggest orgasm I had ever had.
The most embarrassing part about it was that while I was fingering myself, I wasn't thinking about having just any woman do that to me. I was thinking about looking down and seeing Sandra's green eyes staring up at me as she devoured my pussy, seeing her hot brown hair swishing furiously as she worked her magic. Ten years later, I often wondered what it would be like to be with my little sister, so much so in fact that I decided to try to make it happen.
Sandra is married with an eight year-old daughter, and we try to get together on a regular basis for some sister talk. It hadn't been happening as often as before. We were weekly at the start, kind of dropped to a couple times a month, and now we are lucky if we even see each other monthly. Sure, we still talk on the phone and text, but there is very little face-to-face time. But Sandra had been talking about coming over for a while now, so I decided to pursue it this time. When the date was set, I got ready.
I went out and bought some toys and lube, not sure what to buy because I had never been with another woman before. I was sure the sales person would be able to help, but I was a bit timid about asking her for help. However, as I was walking toward the counter there was an item that caught my eye.
I saw it from the back first and thought it was some sort of leather thong or something, but as I came around the front I saw a large pink penis sticking out of it. It was like something I had only seen in the lesbian porn I occasionally watched. The price was not too bad for an item in a store like this, so I decided to buy it. The lady at the counter had this knowing looking smirk as she rang up the strap-on, but remained professional as she gave me my total.
When I got home, I put all the items in the drawer in my bedside nightstand where they would be easily accessible. Then I called up Sandra and asked her to bring a bottle of a nice cabernet or Riesling, and I put on some sexy red lace underwear underneath my white blouse and black skirt. I checked myself out in the mirror several times, making sure I looked good yet also somewhat sultry. When I heard the doorbell ring, I did one last check to make sure everything was in order before answering the door.
She was wearing a pink silk blouse and tight-fitting blue jeans, and I quickly glanced at how nicely the jeans hugged her tight little ass. She was in her thirties, but her ass was still in as fine of shape as it had been in her young twenties.
"Hey, old lady!" she said.
"Hey, kiddo!" I replied as I hugged her, careful of the wine bottle she was holding in her right hand.
I let her come in and she went straight to my kitchen, depositing the wine bottle on the counter before disappearing to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste any time on lowering our inhibitions, I opened the blue Riesling bottle and poured us a couple of glasses. As I finished pouring, Sandra came into the kitchen and smiled.
"You read my mind. It has been a long week and I am ready to relax," she said.
We retired to the living room and sat on the couch, sipping our wine. We traded gossip and talked about her daughter; just the small talk until the buzz from the wine started to kick in. It wasn't until about halfway through her second glass that Sandra started to seem a little buzzed. I decided to change the subject and try to lead the conversation where I wanted it to go.
"So how are things with you and Paul?"
"Oh, about as good as can be expected after ten years of marriage," Sandra said, taking another sip from her wine. "We have our little tiffs about the same old shit, but other than that things are fine."
"And the sex?"
Sandra giggled.
"Of course you would ask that. We probably average about once or twice a week. He is still just as amazing in the sack as he was when we met."
As we polished off our second glasses and Sandra went into the kitchen for refills, I was trying to think about how to make my next move. Lucky for me, Sandra ended up making it for me.
"Shit!" I heard Sandra say from the kitchen.
"What?" I asked.
Sandra came walking back into the living room dabbing a napkin at her blouse, which was clearly forming a wine stain.
"I opened the bottle too quickly and spilled wine all over my blouse. Do you have one here I could change into?"
"Sure," I said.
"You should get some bottoms too, because I think I also got some on my jeans."
"No problem!"
As Sandra started stripping down to her white lacy bra and panties, I couldn't believe my luck. Here I had gotten her down to her underwear without really even having to try. I walked to the bedroom,
Sandra following behind me. I found a blouse in my size (that was obviously too small for her larger chest) and gave it to her to try on. As she tried to button it up, it became evident to her very quickly that it wasn't going to fit.
"Sorry, I guess you have too much up there," I said, teasingly grabbing her boobs.
Now Sandra and I were usually a bit playful with each other, but we usually didn't outright grope each other. Though she wasn't as taken aback as I thought she would be; maybe the wine was having some effect. I decided to try my luck again.
"Your boobs have gotten quite a bit bigger than mine!" I said, feeling her up again. This time I made sure to rub my thumb across her nipple to see her reaction. There was a sharp intake of breath, which could have been a sign of discomfort but sounded more like a sign of arousal. I continued my assault on her tits.
I kneaded her tits and pushed them together, running my fingers across her nipples. I slipped a finger underneath her bra and started rubbing her nipples directly.
"Susan..." Sandra said, "we shouldn't..."
"If you want me to stop I will stop," I said, hoping she wouldn't stop me.
"It feels good, but you're my sister."
"This will just be our little secret, sis," I said, pinching her nipple, eliciting a gasp and a moan. My other hand went down and started rubbing her pussy through her white panties. I could feel a wet spot forming.
"We...can't tell anyone...about this," Sandra said, her breathing starting to become quicker and shallower.
Not wasting any time, I undid the clasp and allowed her breasts freedom from the confines of her bra. I took her whole left aureole and nipple into my mouth and sucked, licking the tip of her nipple while it was in my mouth.
"Oh my God!" Sandra exclaimed.
While still sucking on her tit, I pulled her soaked panties to the side and started running my finger up and down her slit. She started bucking against my hand, rubbing her pussy against my hand and getting it all wet. I inserted a finger, then two inside her and started finger-fucking her while she continued to buck against my hand. My thumb found her clit – very hard and sticking out – and I started rubbing it. That took her over the edge and she came hard, bucking wildly and gripping my fingers tightly with her vagina muscles, her juices spilling all over my hand.
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