CO-WORKERS

I knew it when I first met him -- this was a guy who 
would be a challenge.  He was relaxed enough to talk 
about sex with a woman at the office, though not relaxed 
to talk about his own sexual experiences. The abstract 
was OK, the personal was embarrassing.

He'd blush sometimes, enough to be charming but not so 
often as to be a prude. He liked sex. A lot. And he no 
doubt had -- peculiarities, as I prefer to call kinks. 
I'm always the curious sort about kinks. What makes 
other people tick fascinates me.

I found our conversations over lunch and occasional 
dinners titillating and knew I wanted more. And he did. 
But he never made a move. Finally, one night he gave me 
a hug, and this was an opening, though not the time to 
take it.

One Friday, on one of our fairly regular dates, though 
I'd worn a top that was somewhat sheer with a sheer bra 
underneath it. He pretended not to notice, though he 
went to the restroom during dinner and came back erect. 
And it wasn't the first time.

I noticed but naturally pretended I didn't. We went back 
to good conversation and laughs. Later, we went to his 
apartment. When he sat next to me and gave me his "keep-
away" body language, I put my arms around him.

"Kiss me," I said.

"I don't date coworkers," he said.

No? Then why had we been on several dates? Why had he 
brought me up to his apartment?

"I wasn't asking for a date," I said. I kissed him, and 
after the initial protest of trying to pull away, he 
moved into the kiss. A few minutes later, he was on top 
of me kissing me passionately.

He was hard. I looked in his eyes and saw a guy who knew 
he'd been had. Or was going to be had.

I reached down to massage him through his pants. "Maybe 
you don't want to date me, but you sure do want 
something else. Tell me, what did you have in mind?"

"This really isn't a good idea," he said weakly.

I started unzipping him and he moaned softly.

"But you want, it, don't you?"

He said nothing, just laid his head back and closed his 
eyes. I repeated the question.

"Yes," he whispered finally.

"You know what to do, don't you?" I started undoing his 
belt.

"What?"

"Take me into your room and drop your pants."

I knew he was a slob, but the living room was neat, so I 
didn't know how much of a slob he was. 

He hesitated.

"I know your room's a mess, but take me in there and 
make it with me."

He started to move, then hesitated again.

"Now!"

He opened the door and took me into the entry to his 
room, closing the door behind us. The room was a 
disaster area, but I ignored it. I pressed him up 
against the wall, pulling his t-shirt up over his head. 
After I'd removed it, I kissed him for the first time, 
putting my arms around his shoulders.

His hands ran up under my blouse, pulling it up over my 
head. He fumbled with my bra, loosening it and fondling 
my breasts. I removed the bra and returned to kissing 
him, running one hand up and down his hard cock, which 
was still inside his partially-unzipped pants. His 
fingers started tugging at my nipples, making them hard 
and erect.

"Drop your pants," I say.

He hesitates for a moment, but I look into his eyes. He 
moves his hands from my breasts and down to his waist. 
He slowly finished loosening the belt then unbuttoned 
his pants.

"I don't..." he began.

"Just do it!"

So he unzips his pants, removes his shoes, socks and 
finally removes the pants, leaving his underwear on.

I roll my eyes.

He removes the underwear as I remove my jeans and 
panties, tossing my shoes onto the mess.

"Now," I say, grabbing his cock, "seems like we have 
some things to attend to." With that, I led him to the 
bed, moving the books off so we'd have room.

He lay down beside me, stroking my breasts with one hand 
and my labia with the other, rolling me over on my back.

"Seems like there's something you want," he said, 
teasing me about my wetness.

I moaned, spreading my legs apart.

He licked me up and down from my breasts to just above 
my vulva, teasing me. Massaging his cock, I tried to 
reach out to lick it, but he moved it away from me.

"Not yet." He teased me for an hour, coyly moving away 
and keeping me from licking him or getting him to lick 
or enter me. Finally, he had me begging him, which makes 
him smile.

"You want more?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"All of it. Now. Please."

He slides inside me, pinning my hands to the bed with 
his own. I lock my legs around him as he moves deeper 
inside me. His lips gently touch mine as he hits bottom.

He moves in and out, just a tad too slow. I whimper and 
he speeds up. I move with him as we kiss each other. I 
caught his eyes for a moment and I know. He's close. 
Knowing that, I felt a sudden thrill through me -- I'm 
starting to come. I saw a smile on his face as he 
stiffens inside me.

As we came together, he yelled.

Later, he said, "that's never happened to me before. 
Coming together I mean."

"Must be a coworker thing. After all, we're used to 
working together," I said as I rolled on top of him for 
round two.