FabSwingers.com > Forums > Stories and Fantasies > Work fuck
Work fuck
Jump to: Newest in thread
 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
They'd flirted for a year.
Not colleagues but similar positions in two competing organisations. Supposedly sworn enemies in the quest for market share but mutual high estimation of each other's work skills had led to friendly banter and on a little further to hints of appreciation of a different kind, buried deep beneath surface professionalism.
The Annual Industry Conference loomed large and in the middle of a busy day his whatsapp popped up
Are you going to TAIC?
As ever, his name, a new message made her smile and her eyes shine.
She imagined him at his desk, leaning back against the crazy artwork designed to invoke an impression of youth and creativity.
As in zooming in? She wrote back laconically.
I can't remember the last time I've "Gone" anywhere.
His response was immediate
" Some of us are meeting up for drinks afterwards."
She frowned at the screen. Knowing he'd written that deliberate to show off he was in with a more social crowd than she.
"Rebels!" she typed as "How rebellious are we" popped up on screen.
It was always like this - seeming to think the same thing at the same time.
She knew hed be smiling too.
"Ooh soooo naughty!!!" she typed.
"Well technically we should be out of lockdown by then" he reposted.
Followed quickly by "Always naughty" and a wink
"Count me in" she replied, wondering if he knew how naughty he made her feel.
She caught her reflection in the window, eyes shining, cheeks slightly flushed and rolled her eyes at herself conspiratorially. Oh well, back to work Dee. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike enjoyed the conference.
Admittedly 8 hours of zoom was a challenge but he'd got the hang of those by now - expensive work shirt on top, shorts below. In particularly dull sessions he dropped out and made lunch or fitted in a quick 30 min exercise routine.
He was vain but in a European way, wanting to look good for the women in his life. He regarded the plateful of crumbs from the delicious cheese toasted on rye bread he'd just eaten. The reached for the phone as the speaker droned on.
"Cheese again" he typed to Dee
A rolling eye emoji appeared in his screen
"You'll get gas" appeared just as he'd pinged back "Feeling stodgy".
"But I love cheese" he responded laughing
"But it so doesn't love you" she replied.
More remarkable was the fact she was currently on screen, nodding with what looked like intent listening to the guy she was currently presenting with. It gave him a thrill to know he was in her thoughts.
"Nice colour lipstick" he wrote. "Chanel?"
"Superdrug" winged back to him with the rolling eye emoticon again.
On screen she reached for a glass of water and he noted she took ever so possibly too long to lick her lips afterwards.
A wink emoticon appeared. He laughed. He always laughed.
The conversation on screen took a deeper turn and he left the phone alone, listening and nodding to some of the points she made.
They were different in their approach but he found her more psychological, more feelings-based responses interesting, That said she embraced her northern background and called him out whenever he got too southern.
The conference moved on to the next session.
"So where are the drinks?" Dee typed out as she shook out her hair and relaxed, her presenting over for the day.
"In X town. Want me to pick you up en route?"
Dee contemplated the screen. She hadn't expected this. It made sense though as her town would be on his way.
"Ooh lovely" she wrote back. "Can't wait to see your car"
He smirked. The middle aged man car crisis was one he'd embraced whole heartedly and knowingly.
The sheer cost of it gave him a frisson of satisfaction, even if work paid.
She irked him slightly forgetting what make and model it was but he knew she was reluctantly impressed.
"2.30pm sharp" he messaged, double checking when the conference was due to end and factoring in travel time.
Bubbles formed in Dee's stomach.
They'd grabbed coffee's before now and worked opposite each other on board room tables occasionally. But this was different. In his car and c45 minutes of travelling time 1:1. It felt more intimate.
She looked down at her polished nails and grimaced slightly.
She knew full well she'd put far more time into her appearance this morning than normal.
She thought of him. Dark, always sharply dressed. Eyes like a hawk's framed with severe brows. A mouth that seemed severe until he laughed and then it stretched wide and his face opened with warmth. He laughed a lot.
He was punctual she gave him that, shutting the front door behind her and trying not to race to the car.
She opened the door and bent in.
"Hola" he said, hands still clutching the wheel, reflective glasses hiding his eyes but his wide smile making her grin.
"Taxi for the lady?"
"Fabulous" she responded, sliding in and buckling up. She looked up from fiddling with the seat belt and grinned back.
"My this is a nice car" she mock gushed, "taxi business must be doing well"
He was in an open neck polo shirt, she noted the label but dismissed it ... and flashed her eyes down to the expensive watch. He was a label whore it had to be said.
He pulled the glasses down and peered over the top.
"I'm the no 1 taxi driver" his accent going pseudo European. "I take you to all the good places"
She rolled her eyes.
"And where's good round here then?" she asked playing along.
"I know a bar...we have a drink?" It was all going very Manuel from Fawlty Towers
Her lips couldn't contain her smile.
"Sounds excellent. Can you show me the local sights on the way there?" she was nearly giggling
He lifted the glasses up. "I show you special sights..." (Maybe more Tom Conti in Shirley Valentine she thought)
"Ooh, drive on"
He let the glasses fall back into place and put the car into gear.
She lifted to the engine purring expensively and was glad of the A/c as the sun was shining.
She pulled out her sunglasses and settled back for the ride. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike shifted through the gears as the roads opened up.
Dee usually looked good but today she seemed to shine. He'd seen her in casual clothes before - dress down Friday meet ups etc. But she'd chosen a boho cotton print dress. The little denim jacket she'd worn initially had made the outfit look more structured but she'd thrown that in the back of the car and he was aware of her bare arms tantalisingly close. She had a soft tan and she'd piled her blonde-brown hair up on her head. A couple of tendrils had escaped and it surprised him just how much he noticed that. He involuntarily ran a hand through his own thick, dark hair.
He knew they had plenty of time. He'd deliberately arranged so the two of them would be much earlier arriving than the others. There was a work thing he'd intended to ask her opinion over a quiet drink but glancing sideways (thank goodness the glasses hid his eyes) he noticed her breasts straining against the fabric as she reached forward to fiddle with the car radio and decided on a change of plan.
He grinned as she turned to him.
"So, what local tourist sites does bella Dee want to see?"
Her eyes mock narrowed.
"Well the best one, please" she responded tartly pressing another button.
His hand reached out to mock smack her fingers
"It's electronic darling" he chided.
"No tip for you" she responded mutinously, smacking his knee lightly.
This could be interesting he thought.
Dee was buzzing. He'd touched her and electricity had shot up her arm.
She knew then where this was going and she wriggled in satisfaction in her seat.
Mike swung the car off the main road and dived into country lanes he knew well.
Dee drank in the green fields and hedges.
When the grey castle swung into view she couldn't help but gasp.
Tall, ruined, one large crumbling tower with ivy over hanging the ruined top.
She turned to Mike
"Very good. Excellent tourist spot"
He grinned back.
"Guided tour?"
"We're allowed?" there was a genuine note of hesitancy in her response.
"Of course...family friend owns it"
She lifted up her glasses to mimic the rolling eye emoticon she used so much with him.
"I should have known". He wore his connections lightly so she often forgot his social background was that much higher than hers.
He pulled into a layby. As the engine stopped their doors clunked open and the heat of the afternoon rushed in as did the sounds of the countryside. Distant engine running of a tractor, lambs baaing in a distant field. The air felt heavy and languid and a cricket chirped in the undergrowth. Stepping out into the lane, Dee grabbed her bag and shut the door.
There was a short walk to the gate and they strolled side by side.
She'd lost any sense of unease and simply enjoyed his company. He wasnt a tall man, didn't tower over her as so many of her previous lovers had. It was nice to turn and just look a little upwards into his eyes as they shared a joke.
The gate was aged, the grass growing around the base showed it hadn't been open for a while. But no stile she noted.
Mike silently thanked his personal trainer for the severe workouts she'd plagued him with during lockdown. His hands grabbed the gate and he was over in an instant. Leaving him free to turn and offer a hand to Dee. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Dee surveyed all 5 bars of the gate, cursing him as she looked down at her dress.
And then deciding with a smile that this played to her advantage.
"What's funny?" he asked, arm held out.
"The size of your tip" she retorted as she lifted her dress and placed one leg on the first bar.
"My tip is usually very large" he replied straight-faced, lacing the words with as much innuendo as he could muster.
"Hmm", she looked up as she climbed, adding sotto voice "I suppose it depends on the size of the purse"
She heard him chuckle, and hoped he was distracted while she hitched her dress a little higher as she sat perched otherwise demurely on the top of the gate.
Mike was going to respond but found himself nose level with rather more bare thigh than he'd expected to see. Well technically he supposed it was "above knee" rather than thigh. But the sun bounced off her skin and she was smiling as she looked down at him.
He held his hand out again and felt the warmth of her skin as she slipped hers into his palm.
He wanted to caress her, to feel more of her soft hands and slip his thumb along the pale whiteness of her wrists.
The air hung heavy and whether he pulled her to him or she lept against him he wasn't sure |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
She hadn't meant to stumble against him on her jump down - but with her hand in his and his physical proximity it was like she'd been drawn to him in flight.
The soft breeze created by her jump seemed to carve out a space in the air just for the two of them.
One second turned to two and for both the surrounding countryside seemed to slide away.
She could see a slight sweat forming on his forehead and noticed the chest hair poking through the polo shirt.
She bit her lip. The rest seemed inevitable.
She should wait but it also seemed so natural.
Her free hand moved to slowly push up his shades onto his head
She let her arm drop as his hand raised and reached to push back her own shades.
They gazed at each other, each letting themselves be lost in the depths of the other's iris.
She stroked the forearm still holding her glasses up without losing his gaze.
More seconds passed, slowly, moments of time savoured.
Dee felt that she knew this man well, their shared jokes, their shared laughter.
But she wanted to know him now in a whole different way.
She waited for him to kiss her.
It was inevitable. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Shattering their quiet moment was the sudden arrival of a pair of joggers storming into view. Eye contact broken and Mike stepping away as the couple charged along sweating and looking straight ahead oblivious to the countryside joy.
They raised heads pleasantly in greeting as they passed but the intense mood had broken.
Mike coughed, grinned and said "Shall we?" holding his hand out towards her to guide her forward.
Dee grinned back and eyes met again.
She deliberately misinterpreted his gesture though, taking hold of his hand with hers and looking down at the rocky ground surrounding this side of the stile. She picked her away along.
His hand was warm. It folded around hers without engulfing it. Their chat was light, ruminating if the farmer was ever not in the tractor in the nearby field. They walked side by side, chaste but each incredibly aware of the point of contact between them.
|
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Involuntarily (well, almost) Dee found herself rubbing the ball of her thumb in a small circle on the back of his hand as it held hers. Mike felt the light gentle rub and momentarily wondered if this was the moment to share his knowledge about that particular area being called the Thenar webspace. She often teased him about his expensive, private education and it was a running joke between them at his attempts to tell her something she didn't know. He smiled at the memory of the last time he'd suggested something for work and she'd pinged him straight back that document.
She'd roared laughing at his straight faced "Glad you're taking my comments on board" response. He knew this as she'd recorded her quite long-lived mirth at his "mansplaining" and whatsapped it to him. Not that he didn't appreciate women who sent decadent photos that made him gulp with lust but sometimes a recorded belly laugh made his day.
Mike looked down at her smiling in the memory just as she looked up and met his gaze, smiling too.
"Penny for them?"
And sometimes a woman smiling and gazing up wasn't a laughing matter but hit a deep need.
It was so often like this with her, laughter spinning into desire and back again.
Dee felt him pause.
Decided enough was enough.
Never dropping their eye contact or moving she simply asked "Kiss me". |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike was used to being the one in charge, timing things, making suggestions.
Never mind being told twice he thought, I'm not sure about being told once!
Wresting back control, he paused counting the seconds. Not breaking eye contact but not immediately reducing the distance between them. Still hand in hand, her thumb had stopped the circling motion.
There was the slightest imperceptible movement to her jaw as she set her head and waited.
Her grin now had a challenging amused element although his eyes were boring into hers.
It was both sexy and amusing.
"Ees no part of the service lady," he dropped back into his faux tour guide persona. "You pay extra?"
He could see a slight tremble of her shoulders as she tried not to laugh out loud.
"How much?" she asked.
"Ees 50 for a kiss" he responded
"50!!" She mock exclaimed. "That's a lot." Her eyes broke contact and flicked up and down his body sizing him up. "Euros or pounds"
"Is euros lady. Is not a lot for amazing kiss. Mi beso te hará temblar las rodillas" he added.
With the switch into Spanish his voice changed timbre and to Dee sounded richer and infinitely more sensual than his usual clipped public school English accent. The effect was physical like a punch to the stomach and she found herself slightly wobbly on her feet. The sarcastic "Pffft" she'd meant to reply with floated away unsaid.
He watched the vestibular effect he'd had on her with surprise.
He'd always felt that he sounded more himself in his mother tongue but it was a language he usually kept for talking to family. That familiarity and cosiness of use had suddenly transformed into something else.
"Deborah" He let his Ibero-romance accent lengthen the vowels and transform her name. "Cariño mio."
She bit her lip.
The laughter and amusement had drained from her eyes, replaced by simple desire.
"Suficiente"
He moved forward and closed the gap between them.
His free arm reaching to cusp her chin whilst his other hand held hers even tighter.
He paused with only milimeters between their faces.
He was so near, Deborah found herself dropping her gaze to his mouth.
Her lips parted slightly as she noted close up how dark his 5 o'clock shadow had become.
"I'm not capable of moving" she noted, as though a spell had routed her to the spot.
She could only wait.
Her body was screaming silently for him, tensed, waiting for the touch to release her.
The hot day suspended in time again.
He'd gained the upper hand, his masculinity, his dominance asserted.
"Please" she begged quietly. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike took one last look at her untouched full lips still slightly parted.
He intended to leave them bruised and ravaged but first he wanted to savour their sweetness.
He loosened his hold on her hand and brought it upwards so that both hands were now either side of her chin holding her firmly.
Dee felt knees wanting to buckle, the combination of the lack of other bodily movement except for this firm but gently grip was overwhelming.
"This is pure seduction" she thought although in truth she wasn't capable of much thought.
She'd begged but he'd let another second pass without fulfilling her wish.
He was in control. She could only wait.
Mike's groin was protesting against his self-control.
He felt her trembling, her desire and his own arousal grew in response and was impatient.
"I want to fuck her in this castle" the thought surfaced, bold and unrefined from deep within.
But his higher brain wanted to see her like this a little longer - yearning for him.
The seconds stretched out a little longer.
Finally he closed the last distance between their faces bringing her head towards the milimeter towards him.
He eyes closed as his mouth brushed the bow of her top lip.
His restraint causing him much effort as he moved away a little to repeat this tiny gesture, once and twice.
Dee had held her breath. His gentle touch was exquisite in his promise.
Her eyes opened again and his brown eyes were boring into hers.
He paused and his hand moved to the back of her head to hold her against him, his forehead resting against hers, their noses brushing against each other. They smiled warmly at each other. A siesta moment as their noses rubbed gently.
Dee felt the sun burning into her back.
Her clothes felt heavy and a block to feeling this man more.
She moved into him, both lips gently focusing on his top lip, once, twice.
"Definitely enough already" she thought smiling.
And then putting the smile to one side as she engulfed his mouth with passion.
Mike felt the gear change in her response as passion took over.
His mouth sought hers, past the stage of gentleness and into savage need.
Her hands now behind his back feeling her fingers pressed into his shoulder blades as they kissed ferociously,
Dee felt the blood pumping into her lips, engorging them as he explored her mouth with abandonment.
She didn't want it to end.
His hands pressed around her body pulling her into him, devouring her.
She reached up to run her fingers through his thick dark locks.
Their pace was quickening. She felt herself rocking as he pressed her to him and she pulled him closer.
Again her knees trembled and she knew that she wanted him.
She tore herself from his embrace
"The castle?" she said simply. Two words with a depth of meaning and suggestion.
He nodded, meaning fully conveyed replying simply "Follow me". |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
He led the way along the narrow, rutted track.
The grass had grown to waist height and she put a hand out to feel the soft fronds brushing her palm.
In front of her, he strode along, his wide shoulders filling most of her view.
She noted that he held his bulk lightly, the spring in his step almost cat like.
As sure footed physically as he was in life.
Reaching the castle, she could see there was a barred metal door to prevent entry.
A wave of disappointment coursed through her but she suddenly realised he was grinning at her.
"What now?" she asked folding her arms, sure he had an answer to this but curious to see what it was.
"Now," he teased. You close your eyes and say "Abracadabra!"
"I do?" she looked mocking askance at him.
"Uh huh. You do. Go on. Close them. No peeking."
She bit her lip and closed her eye lids.
She'd expected another kiss and yet she could hear a slight scuffling noise.
"I trust him she thought. "In the middle of nowhere and yet content to let him lead the way"
"Now you can open them." Mike spoke gently into her ear and pulling back,
She blinked into the sunshine and grinned wildly when she saw him holding out a key.
"Where did that come from?" she asked.
He patted the side of his nose in silence and winked, moving over to slide the key into the padlock and wrench open the door.
"Milady" he gestured to follow him and "wrenched and locked the door shut behind him.
The passageway through the castle wall was cool, the change in temperature a mild shock after the heat from the afternoon sun. Dee found that her nipples tightened instantly and pressed against the fabric of her dress. She knew she was wet but wondered how much.
Emerging into the sunlit courtyard she found her breath caught by the scene.
The sandstoned walls soared around them. One tower had taken it upon itself to crumble into the most romantic ruin, stones interlaced with ivy and tufts of grass. The courtyard was clear - a few mounds at the edges but with soft grass and wild flowers covering peeping through. It was perfect in its stillness with only a few bees and insects buzzing lazily.
Mike watched her mouth fall open and was pleased he'd brought her here.
He found its raw beauty, the ruined castle, spoke to him and obviously for her too.
The walls had trapped the heat and as a trickle of sweat ran down his back it gave him an idea.
He took off his glasses and handed them to her.
And then standing erect he pulled off his polo shirt over his head in one movement.
He held it casually in 1 hand and reached out for the sunglasses.
He'd taken Dee by surprise, his naked chest now a foot from her and rendering her speechless in a way she'd not anticipated. This close up, his skin within touching distance. She gazed greedily at chest, abs, pecs wanting to drink in the view and memorise it. He was strong but not overly muscley and she liked the sense of restrained power. Her fingers itched to run over his body, feeling the contours. She followed the outlines of his shape down to his waistband and felt her stomach flip and juices flow in response.
Mike sensed the effect he was having. Her mouth had formed an O of surprise and (he hoped) appreciation. For a girl who was more given to quick glances and coy looks up from beneath her eyelashes her gaze now was frank and unabashed. He could taken her now he knew but time to edge her brain a little further.
"Eees big castle yes." Tom Conti/Costas impression in full swing. "I show you viewing platform. Top quality view."
And he turned towards the staircase in the corner before she had time to wince at his cod accent.
Dee looked up, seeing that the tower containing the spiral staircase opened out on to a broad platform which must overlook the valley. Mike had already disappeared inside leaving her to follow. As she approached the entrance she could hear his steps but he'd already gone for view. His confidence she'd follow both annoying and exilerating her.
Time to surprise him. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike strode out on to the ledge and over to the wall.
He didn't trust it to bear his weight so refrained from leaning against it, but he rested one hand on the crenelation and gazed at the view looking out over the valley and the lake below.
The beauty of it took his attention for a few moments, the stillness, nature at work. An artistry man couldn't recreate.
He allowed himself to be distracted and follow the birds soaring over the fields.
He heard her reach the top of the stair case, reaching out his hand to signal her to come share his sense of wonder but not letting his eyes leave the view.
She came up behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder and running her fingers up his outstretched arm.
Dee had intended to kiss him but the view startled her.
"Oh!" she breathed out. "Goodness. Where did that come from?"
The winding approach by road had belied the valley and her eyes felt stretched just taking in the width of countryside laid out before them.
Their heads touched side by side, she felt his stubble brushing her cheek. His fingers had reached up to play with a lock of hair that she'd let down. But still they gazed outwards. Her fingers brushed along his forearm, dark hair sexily covering leading to that expensive watch. His arm muscles were remarkably strong she thought, fingers pushing ever so slightly into the skin and feeling no give.
A flash of desire finally wresting her eyes from the view.
"So what shall we do now?" she asked playfully. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Mike turned and it was his turn for his jaw to drop.
"Fuck me!"
Dee assumed a look of fake innocence and chimed back with "Ok then".
She watched the skin beneath his neck flush a little as he took in her naked body.
At the bottom of the tower, she'd decided to be bold and wrested off the dress and underwear leaving them warming in the sun. She wanted to take him by surprise and now she felt she'd achieved that. It had been hard not to press her naked body into his back as they'd gazed outward over the wall, but the effort had been worth it.
For Mike she was a vision. The boldness of the move and the sight of her body in the sunshine complimenting each other into a greater whole. Her curves on show, her hair loose over her shoulders. The scenery forgotten. She stood before him without embarrassment or any kind of show. There was a naturalness to her he found compelling. He shook his head in admiration.
"Well, I'm a little overdressed here."
She nodded, holding her thumb and forefinger up.
"Just a bit".
As she grinned and teased her hip twisted and suddenly, she was transformed from wholesome and artistic into wickedly desirable.
Enough of the laughter he wanted to hear her groan. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
» Add a new message to this topic
