Just an Office Man Pt. 01

FRIDAY! The end of a long week was finally here and I was excited about getting out of the office. I worked downtown which meant a high rise building filled with busy people coming in and out at all hours of the day. If I'm completely honest, I have no idea what most of the people in my office did let alone the building, but they all looked very important in their suits and professional hairdos. I was in a tech company which meant most of my days were spent staring at a screen, or in meetings with one or two of my co-workers pitching to potential clients. I made good money and was happy with what I had achieved in my almost 40 (read: slightly more than 40) years spinning around the sun.

My co-workers were great fun and we spent most Friday afternoons after work (or sometimes a little earlier) drinking together and sharing war stories from the week. One coworker especially, Sarah, and I had gotten along really well since she started 8 or 9 months ago. We played pranks on each other and joked most days which definitely raised the interest from other co-workers who questioned how close we actually were. Sarah was the same age as me and had recently become single after a painful divorce which had led to her becoming a bit more risqué with her behavior. There was nothing between us though, it was just fun to have someone to be silly with at work. She'd met my wife Kate and my twin daughters Delia and Cassie at a number of work functions, so we all knew where we stood.

Sarah was pretty, but it was her attitude and friendliness that made her especially attractive to the guys she was dating and the people around her. She was one of the guys when it came to watching sports, drinking beers, or having a lewd conversation at one of the Friday night drinks nights. She was a 5'10" dark blonde with wavy hair flowing just past her shoulders. She was slim and toned after years of pilates and yoga that she loved to talk about, and sometimes even did on lunch breaks at work. We all knew this because she would get changed into her yoga outfit at work and would parade past us with her firm ass poking out just nicely from her lower back, laughing that we should all get back to work. Being newly single, she absolutely loved the attention she got when she got changed and ate up every moment. She would do extra laps of the office completely unnecessarily so that we could all see just how fit she had become since her divorce. The days when Sarah was headed to yoga were especially loved by the guys in the office who would circulate the word if we knew what was coming so we could all get a good spot to watch.

She'd round the corner out from the bathrooms and you could normally audibly hear a slight gasp as her breasts led the way. With C or even D cups protruding out of her toned frame, she would often only wear a sports bra as a top which would leave very little to the imagination. In a suit, she always had her shirt buttons arranged in a way that teased so much without really showing anything at all. A few times I'd had the benefit of her leaning over my desk to tell me something and her top would hang just a little bit further out from her chest than normal, giving me a sneak peak of whatever she was wearing and her lovely tits. I was very happy at home and had honestly never considered doing anything but it didn't hurt to look and hope to see a little something to brighten a gloomy Tuesday. She would often wear bright colored bras which could be slightly seen through her white shirts. Those days were my favorite.

On this particular Friday afternoon, she was wearing a dark suit and a white shirt which looked even further unbuttoned than usual. She'd leaned over my desk earlier in the day to quickly chat to me before a meeting and I'd seen a bright pink bra poking just slightly out. It looked amazing, and I couldn't help but get a little extra look as she moved to walk away. At around 4 o'clock, the office was really starting to get restless and we all agreed that we'd go out a little earlier than normal; surely we deserved it. We headed to the local bar that we frequented on Friday nights and as we entered we all yelled "hello!" as we all filed in. After the first few rounds of drinks, the group was getting louder and more raucous and it was clear that this Friday night drinks session wasn't going to be a quick one. Nobody had anywhere to go so our group filled a number of tables throughout the bar and threw back a few extra rounds on the company.

I was sitting at a table of 6 with two women, including Sarah next to me, Vicky across from me and 4 other guys positioned around the table (Tim, Rob, Scott, and Michael). We were talking about the upcoming weekend and what we were all up to. Vicky was explaining that she had a big weekend of kids birthday parties coming up this weekend. As the attention switched to Scott, I felt a hand on my leg and looked down and realized that Sarah, who was listening and laughing along with Scott intently, had dropped her left hand under the table which was now resting on my thigh. I wouldn't have thought anything of it but I could have sworn I felt a slight squeeze, and a rub up and down as she laughed. I tried to listen to Scott who was talking about a trip he and his family were planning for later in the year, but I was finding it difficult. When Rob got up from the table to go get another round of drinks, Sarah yelled after him, "and get a round of shots while you're there!" to which the table all had a good laugh. Tonight was definitely going south fast. We had ordered some food to try and counteract what kind of disaster we were headed into which was lucky so there was something to pick through on the table while we drank.

When Rob returned, Sarah's hand was still on my lap, but hidden by the table so I don't think anyone had noticed. Rob had indeed brought back a round of shots which he had left to the barman to decide on so it was a lucky dip. I reached in and grabbed my shot, as did the other 5 and we lifted them in the air, "To weekends!" I cheered, "TO WEEKENDS!" they responded and connected the glasses in the air. As I reached my shot towards my face, the hand on my thigh moved over my crotch, instantly gaining a reaction from me. With a light squeeze as I swallowed my tequila (gah!). I knew that Sarah couldn't possibly have done that by accident. The light touch was definitely enough to get me slightly hard which in the suit pants I was wearing was very noticeable. I could feel Sarah's fingers now tracing the outside of my cock up and down, only ever so slightly but I could feel everything. I almost spat the shot but managed to get it down. My heart was racing, what was Sarah doing? This was unlike her. Even though we were known to have a good and friendly flirt in the office, we had barely ever even hugged let alone given each other a handjob under a table. My mind was reeling when suddenly she lifted her hands in the air and yelled "Well I need to pee!" and the group laughed. "Off you go then," yelled Rob, "fuck off!" to more laughs.

I shuffled out from the table to let Sarah out and had to flap my suit jacket around myself slightly in order to cover my growing erection. I sat back down and tried to tune back into what the group was talking. I glanced over at Sarah as she walked to the bathroom and noticed she had a little extra wiggle in her walk as she paced away meaningfully. Her hair was tied up and tight behind her head in a bun which definitely played up the suit and powerful woman image. Her butt's shape was definitely also highlighted by the pencil skirt she was wearing, again not helping my situation. I could have sworn she threw a little smile at me as she turned to go down the corridor towards the bathroom but at this point, I could have been imagining it.

A few minutes later, with my cock softening, I realized that I too did actually need to piss. The group on our table had started talking to some others so few noticed that I had gotten up. I high-fived some other co-workers at the bar and dodged a tray of shots that were coming through to my table as I walked towards the bathroom. I felt like I needed to look around to make sure nobody saw that I was going as well but that was silly, I was just going to piss. I walked down the short corridor towards the bathrooms and suddenly had my arm pulled from my left. It pulled me into another door on my left, across from the bathroom entrance on the right. I noticed that the door was marked "Staff Only" as I whizzed into the room and it shut behind me. It was dark but it was obviously Sarah who had pulled me in from the silhouette I could make out; what the fuck was she doing. I know I shouldn't have but I felt my cock shift again in my pants. Suddenly the light came on and without a moment to think, Sarah had thrown my back against a wall and had made a move to kiss me. I didn't move fast enough, or maybe didn't want to, and let her plant her lips on mine, they were soft and wet. Slightly parted, she twisted her head to force my mouth open and thrust her tongue into mine.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned into my mouth.

I so wanted to push her back and ask her what the fuck she was doing. The drinks had taken a hold though and the moment was so spontaneous and sexy that I found it difficult to pull reality back into the forefront of my mind. Instead, I responded by kissing her back and opening my mouth even more. Sarah's hands were all over me and I responded in kind. I grabbed her ass which was exactly as firm as I had always imagined. I massaged it through the back of her skirt and she moaned a little louder. The bar luckily had music on loudly, which on top of the roar of chatter meant that there was no chance we were going to get caught unless someone walked in. Oh God, I hope nobody comes in.

Our mouths separated momentarily, and I tried to get a word in. "Sarah! What ar..." and with that, she slammed her lips back onto mine moaning even louder as if to try and drown out what I was about to ask. Shit she tasted good, she had a bit of a sweetness from all the drinks we'd been having and it was intoxicating, if not literally.

She pulled my jacket off and threw it aside, and did the same for herself. I could now see her pink bra even more and the beginnings of her beautiful breasts as she'd undone a few more of her shirt buttons since coming in here. She was very fit, it was becoming harder to ignore. In fact, it took all my self-control not to lose control when she again started rubbing my cock over my trousers, which was now growing quite hard. Still kissing me she moved her hands to start undoing my belt. It was here that I realized I really had to do something or we were going to be fucking each other right there. In my state right now I wanted to, but deep down I knew I had to stop this. We were drunk, we were co-workers. I HAD A FAMILY!


"Sarah, we can't," I fumbled out as she got the belt out of its first lock.

"We can, and I will," she replied, looking at me with her brown eyes in a way that I'm pretty sure I should have been afraid of.

"You know I have a family, I have a wife," I pleaded.

"I know you do, Jake, and you've also got a cock that I have wanted to see for some time now, so shut up."

With that, she managed to undo my belt and pants in one amazingly swift movement and had everything down around my ankles, and she was on her knees. My cock sprang out, right in line with her face.

"Yes! I knew it was going to be big."

My cock wasn't huge but I was pretty proud of it, and my wife Kate had always said I had a way with it when I got going. I loved foreplay and combining my love for going down on her and my pretty decent cock, we had a pretty great sex life.

Before I could do anything, she had my cock in her mouth and most of the way down her throat. I couldn't help but let out a guttural moan as she took the length of me into her mouth and throat, all the while keeping her tongue pressed on the underside so I could feel every inch go down.

"Fuuuuuuck," I moaned, and Sarah looked up at me, buried to the hilt.

Kate was a fantastic wife, a beautiful woman, and a keen lover of sex, but blowjobs were not her forte. No matter what she tried, she just couldn't get the hang of it and never really loved doing it. She got tired, and could never find a rhythm that got me off which was a shame because I did love having my cock sucked. Right now, I was in heaven.

Sarah maintained eye contact as she bounced her face up and down the full length of my cock, sometimes pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around. I was leaking pre-cum something fierce and it was already spread across her face. I moaned again as I simply couldn't hold it back. Sarah was giving a masterclass blowjob and she knew it too. Despite her mouth being full of cock, her eyes, staring into mine, were smiling and she knew exactly what I was feeling. She shuffled back a little bit from my legs and undid the last of her buttons, throwing her white shirt away behind her. I could now see the bright pink bra from before and it was sexier than I could have imagined. More importantly, though, it was holding those two magnificent breasts. With my cock buried down her throat, I just wanted to see them. I reached down over her head and unsnapped the clasp. Sarah giggled and gagged at the same time and pulled her bra off. Despite being what I could now see as a solid D cup, without a bra, her breasts didn't fall at all. They stood at the same height and were stunning from my over the top view. I could just make out her dark pink nipples which were pointing a good centimeter out from her breasts. I wanted nothing more than to have them in my mouth but would have to wait.

She moved her hand onto my cock and rubbed as her mouth moved back off and focused on the head.

"You've been wanting to see these a while, I've noticed you staring," she said confidently about her own breasts.

"No, I ha..."

"Yes, you have! You think I wear my shirts unbuttoned slightly for fun? Or lean over your desk because I have to!?"

Busted. I had always assumed that I'd been more secretive about it, but clearly not.

"Ok fine, they're amazing."

"Mmmhmmm," she responded, muffled by my cock now back deep in her mouth.

She was so good at this and she was touching parts of my cock with her tongue that I don't think I've ever felt. It was making me build up much more quickly than any blowjob I'd ever had before.

"I'm going to cum soon if you keep doing that," I said, how hoarse from panting.

Sarah didn't respond, her lips just vacuumed my cock tighter and I could feel it all over my cock. She was sucking me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. She kept bouncing faster and faster making gagging noises when she got all the way down the shaft, holding it for a few seconds and then coming away for breath. She'd let it get incredibly sloppy, which was my favorite when I watched porn. I loved it when the girl's faces were covered in pre-cum and saliva, and they were just going at it. That's what Sarah looked like now, but her hair was still up in the bun from before which kept it all out of her face, almost as if she planned it that way.

With alternating sloppy up and down and sucking with her tongue dancing around the head of my cock, I was done.

"I'm cumming!" I tried to be quiet but I almost shouted it and momentarily freaked out that I'd really fucked up.

With that, expecting Sarah to come off and let me cum all over the floor, she buried herself one last time all the way to the base of my cock, even further than before. I could feel my cock poking down the back of her throat as I unleashed what must have been a gallon of cum.

I grunted and twitched as she held still, with each spurt filling her up just a little more. I thought it would never end. With the shock, surprise, and quality of that blowjob, I was absolutely spent and couldn't remember cumming so hard in years.

After a few moments, Sarah started to move back off my cock and as she did, her lips tightly traced over ensuring that not a drop of cum was left on the shaft. When she got the head, she again flicked her tongue over the top which caused me to almost lose control of my legs, and then pulled off completely with a lip smack.

"YUUUUUUUMMMMMMM," she said, swallowing everything and wiping her face with her hand. She was now looking up at me, "that was a lot of cum, I think I did alright!"

The afterglow lasted about 4 seconds before my world came crashing back down to reality. What the fuck had I just done!?

Sarah noticed my face change from an exhausted glee to fear personified, "It's alright, this is our little secret, but you now owe me," she whispered in my ear, almost licking it. "I made you cum once, so you owe me something big."

I still didn't know what to say, and with that, she kissed me once more deeply. I could still feel and taste some of my cum on her tongue as she probed my mouth but in the heat of the situation, I didn't mind. I normally didn't really like kissing after a blowjob but it was dirty and naughty, and while I was about to have a breakdown I let myself have one more ridiculously sexy moment.

She pulled away, staring into my eyes, and winked. She turned to grab her bra and shirt and did them back up. It barely looked like anything had happened now that she'd re-made herself. She moved towards the door, and grabbed the handle, but paused. She turned to me with the cheeky smile. She shuffled and lifted her skirt. Revealing a pair of bright pink panties that matched her bra, and slid them over her ass and down her tanned legs. She quickly stepped out of her shoes and pulled the panties over her feet.

She walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and guided the panties into them. Already I could feel how wet they were, she had clearly enjoyed this as much as I had.

"For later," she whispered, again directly into my ear.

She turned, stepped back into her shoes, took a deep breath and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. There I was, spent, with my pants and underpants around my ankles.

I regained some semblance of control and pulled my pants up and re-did my belt. I picked up my jacket, dusted it off and quickly put it back on as well, trying to press down any creases that may have appeared from being thrown to the floor. How long had I been in here? I'd lost all time while I had my cock out, so I had no idea. I shoved the panties into my jacket pocket without thinking and made for the door.

I opened the door and saw one of the guys, Scott, walking out of the bathroom so quickly closed it and hid for a few more moments. When I saw him disappear around the corner, I went into the bathroom to check myself in a mirror quickly. I didn't look too disheveled, phew. I splashed some water on my face and now realized that I desperately still needed to piss. I pulled my cock out again and relieved myself, luckily without anyone coming in who might ask questions about where I've been. I splashed some more water on my face and headed out of the bathroom to rejoin the group.

As I came around the corner I realized that nobody would have noticed that I was anywhere as the group had doubled in size and it had become quite hectic in the bar. I got back to my table to a cheer from my mates, who quickly and excitedly told me that I was just in time for shots. That's just what I needed, more shots. I was about to explain that I had to go when Sarah returned with a tray. She winked at me, "he's back! Just in time for my Pink Pussy!". I looked shocked, the rest of the group laughed. "The shots, silly! Down the hatch!"

The group all joined glasses again, "PINK PUSSIES!" and downed the shot.

"YUUUUUUUMMMMMMM," Sarah yelled over the group after swallowing her shot in the same tone she had used after being filled with my cum.