Hi everyone. I’m back with one of my experiences with a colleague. Her name is Nancy (name changed). This happened a few years back when I was leading a team. This girl joined some other team in my organisation but was working closely with me on my project.
She was just an ordinary girl with amazing curves. She was dark in complexion, and I have this thing towards dark complexion. I find it sexy. I am fair, but I’m more into brown/dark girls.
Since she was on my project, we talked daily, mostly about work. Initially, I viewed her as just like any other girl. But slowly, I got attracted to her beauty (and so did she get attracted to me). During project meetings, I got opportunities to sit close to her, and we had healthy eye contact.
As time passed, our eye contact started getting a little intense. We used to talk outside work very openly during free time as we got close. We had each other’s number, but we never really talked to each other on one-on-one messaging. Most of our conversations have been in person or team chat groups.
I was dating another girl. Maybe that was why I didn’t initiate a one-on-one conversation with her, nor did she. After a few months of knowing each other, I got a message from her on WhatsApp related to work.
We didn’t realise and talked to each other for quite some time that day. I felt really good that day after talking to her.
The other day, I was having sex with my girlfriend. But I don’t know why I kept thinking about my colleague that entire time. I fucked my girlfriend thinking she’s Nancy. I came twice as much that day, which was a different feeling altogether.
My girlfriend was way more fair, slim, and hotter than Nancy. But fucking her thinking she’s Nancy changed my feelings towards Nancy.
I didn’t let my feelings surface while talking to Nancy. But our one-on-one chats became more frequent after that day. We were more open with each other, and our conversations became more informal.
One day, we were chatting, and there was a typo on my end. Instead of writing “just kidding,” I ended up writing “just kissing”. It was completely unintentional.
Me: *Just kidding, sorry. Bloody autocorrect.
Nancy: I know, it’s OK.
Me: Thank God
Nancy: Who were you thinking of kissing anyway?
Me: No one, it was just a mistake
Nancy: Come on. You can tell me, I won’t tell anyone.
That day, our conversations shifted gears. I sensed she was a little excited with naughty conversations. Taking her interest as a positive sign, I decided to play along coolly.
Me: I have a girlfriend. Who else can I think of kissing?
Nancy: Why is that? Thinking has no boundaries.
Me: Really? Who do you think of kissing?
Nancy: Shut up. It’s you who has said just kissing, not me.
Me: That doesn’t mean you can’t think about kissing anyone. Come on, tell me.
Nancy: Why should I tell you? You have a girlfriend, ask her.
Me: Would you have told me if I was single?
Nancy: Maybe. Maybe not!
I was quite happy with the direction in which our conversation was going. I didn’t push it too hard that day. After that day, our talks had little naughtiness, and we were closer. Our occasional eye contact got a little stronger. One day, during one of those intense eye contact, she asked me.
Nancy: Who were you thinking about that day?
This was the first time she brought that question up in person. Before that day, it was only through chats we talked about it.
Me: Why are you so eager to know about it?
Nancy: That means you did think about someone.
Me: Maybe yes. Maybe not.
Nancy: Don’t play games
Me: Who started it? OK, tell me about your boyfriend
Nancy: I don’t have a boyfriend.
Me: Never had one?
Nancy: I had one, but we broke up a long time back.
Me: That means you haven’t kissed anyone for long. You definitely must be thinking about kissing someone these days!
After that day, I decided to take the conversation to the next level. But I thought of doing it in person when there’s no one around. I set up a context to meet her outside work, and she agreed. Several times, we went out for dinner after the office, and she was cool with it.
One weekend, my flatmates were planning to go out. I took it as an opportunity and invited Nancy, who readily agreed. I asked her to come to my place on Saturday morning, and she came before time. I welcomed her with a short hug and made her comfortable in the living room.
Nancy: Where’s your girlfriend?
Me: She’s at her flat. Why do you ask??
Nancy: I thought you lived with her.
Me: Why would I invite you over if I lived with her?
Nancy: So you’ve invited me in her absence so she doesn’t come to know.
Me: Shut up. I invited you just for some food and drinks. We can go out if you’re not comfortable.
Nancy: No, I’m just pulling your leg. It’s OK.
Me: What’s your favourite pastime?
Nancy: I like reading. How about you?
Me: I like reading too.
Nancy: What do you read?
I tried to twist our conversation and make it interesting, like our chats.
Me: I like reading erotic stories. I read them online.
Nancy: Interesting. I’ve never read any.
Me: What? These stories are first-hand experiences of the writers with their partners. You can also think of writing one!
Nancy: Shut up. Have you written about any experience with your girlfriend?
Me: I have. It is interesting to write. It makes you think of all the good moments.
Nancy: Maybe. I don’t think I can write.
Me: Come on. You can think about your first with your ex-boyfriend and write. I can help you write.
I was quite happy with where our conversation and as going. We shared a few stares, and her eyes were asking for love. I could see her nipples poking out. Maybe she was a little excited by our conversation.
Nancy: How can you help me write?
Me: You can tell me about your experience experience, and I’ll tell you how to write it
Nancy: Wouldn’t that be awkward?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe. You can start telling. If it gets awkward, we can stop.
She came closer as she said that and there was extreme tension between us.
Nancy: OK, I’ll tell you. But promise me that you’ll also tell me your story.
Me: Sure! I can send you one of mine to read.
Nancy: Done. I met my ex during college time in a college fest. He was not from my college.
Me: Nice! Did he approach you?
Nancy: Of course. He was in another group. He approached me, and we started talking. It was a 5-day event, and we started liking each other.
Me: Did you tell him you like him, or did he tell you?
Nancy: Not explicitly, but we were together the whole time, holding hands and stuff. Then, it was the last day of the fest, and he was sad.
Me: Why sad?
Nancy: We were from different colleges and didn’t get much time to spend together every day.
Me: Oh, OK. And then?
Nancy: It was a celebrity night. We were standing together in the crowd and watching artists perform. He stood behind me and held me from the back.
Me: Did you hold you around your waist?
Nancy: No. His hands were on my shoulder, and his body was close to mine.
Me: How uncomfortable is that position? He could have easily held you from the waist.
Nancy: What uncomfortable, it was OK.
Don’t know what came to my mind, I asked her to stand up, and she did. I went behind her and placed my hands on her shoulder. She didn’t even say a word, and then I held her from her waist and held her tight.
Me: See, isn’t this better?
My dick pressed against her spongy ass, and my hands explored her soft belly. She was in a trance and didn’t respond for a few seconds.
Nancy: Yes, this is way better.
Her voice had changed as she said that. She was enjoying being in that moment. I was clear that it was safe to make another move. But I decided not to move fast and left her. I asked her to sit on the sofa and continue her story.
She was breathing heavily and asked for water. I brought her water, and she drank it all. I moved slightly and could see that she was a little sad as I did that. She wanted us to be close, and she was desperately waiting for me to make a move.
Nancy: Don’t you think it is getting awkward?
Me: No, it’s OK. I’m sitting a little far away now to give you more space. What happened next?
Nancy: He was holding me tight and entered his hand in my top, exploring around my navel.
Me: Wow, did you like it?
Nancy: Yes, he was pressing against me and feeling my body. This was the first time he touched me like that.
Me: What were you wearing?
Nancy: Why are you interested in what I was wearing? I think a skirt.
Me: Just like that, continue. What happened after that?
Nancy: His moves started becoming bold, and he moved his hand into my top. I held his hands and brought it down. He kept exploring my navel area. I was worried that people would see if he moved his hands up. He kept doing that, then slipped his other hand into my skirt.
Me: Wow. Tell me more.
Nancy: Why are you so excited by someone exploring me under my skirt?
Me: You’re not excited when you remember that? A beautiful girl is telling me an erotic story. Why shouldn’t I be excited?
Nancy: Fair point. I didn’t oppose his moves as it was quite a nice feeling. He kept exploring me there. Slowly, his arm went in, and he started feeling my thighs.
Me: Sexy moves. Keep moving.
Nancy: This aroused me, and he kissed me behind my ear and neck. This made me very weak.
Me: Is that your weak point?
Nancy: Yes. This aroused me more than his hand inside.
Me: OK. And then?
Nancy: Then what, stupid? How far do you want me to go? It’s not comfortable. You’re making me feel nervous and awkward.
Me: Come on. It’s OK. Trust me. OK, get up. Come, hug me.
She didn’t even think twice and hugged me, and I held her tight. Feeling her body with my body. I broke the hug, made her sit on the sofa, and asked her to continue.
Nancy: Isn’t that enough for you?
Me: Did he enter his hand inside further inside?
Nancy: That’s what he did after kissing my neck and making me weak. I couldn’t stop him as I also wanted that badly. Then he kept feeling me there and tried to enter his finger inside.
Me: Hot! Did he succeed? Wasn’t that a difficult task in the crowd?
Nancy: Yes, difficult, but he made his way through.
She was highly aroused by our conversation and moved a little closer. There was still a decent gap between us, and she didn’t stop looking into my eyes. She was wearing a long, loose skirt and top. I moved closer, kept my hand on her thigh, and asked her.
Me: Were you wearing a similar skirt?
Nancy: This one is longer and loose.
Me: It would have been easier for him if you wore this.
I kept moving my hand on her thighs, and she looked into my eyes.
Me: And then?
Nancy: He entered his finger inside and rubbed me there, and made me cum.
Me: Don’t lie. How’s that possible?
Nancy: Seriously, it was intense, and I was aroused.
I held her hand, asked her to stand, and went behind her. I held her, keeping my hand on her stomach.
Nancy: Yes, that’s how he held me.
I kept my left hand on her navel and right hand on her thigh above her skirt and brought my face closer to her neck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was aroused, but we were going slow.
Me: How is this possible to make someone cum by doing this?
Nancy: His hand was a little up and inside my skirt, and I couldn’t control it then.
I knew she wanted me to enter my hand inside. But I kept it slow and moved my hand up her pussy but didn’t enter her skirt.
She was out of control, and her body’s actions told that. She was rigorously rubbing her ass against my dick and made me quite hard. I started feeling her pussy with more pressure. I placed my lips on her neck and kissed her there.
Nancy: Ah. Why are you doing this?
Me: I was checking if this is what it was like.
I kept rubbing her pussy and kept my lips on her neck, and bit her ears. She gave me ample access between her legs when I was doing it.
Nancy: Why are you ruining my skirt?
Me: I’ll have to put my hand inside to save your skirt.
She moved her face towards me and bit me around my neck. I took it as a signal, entered my hand inside her panty and started rubbing her. I grabbed her pussy with my fist and dug my middle finger inside.
She was moaning heavily and was completely out of control. It appeared that she was about to cum and cum in no time.
Me: I just wanted to check if that can make someone cum.
Nancy: You could have just trusted what I said. I didn’t ask you to try it yourself.
She was very close to me when she said that, and we faced each other. I kept my hand on her waist again and pulled her closer. She knew where it was going, and she placed her lips on mine, and we kissed like lost lovers. We said nothing for the next few minutes and kissed each other.
We placed with tongues and sucked the hell out of each other’s mouths. She said she had been thinking about kissing me since I started playing just kidding/kissing in our chats. We started kissing each other deeply and kissed like there was no tomorrow.
In the process, I entered my hand in her opt and removed it. She helped me remove it without hesitation, and I unhooked her bra in one go. She had perfect-shaped boobs, and I moved my lips towards her nipples and started sucking them.
She was on cloud 9 and started moaning my name and asked me to do more. I put my hand in her skirt by pulling it up a little and pulled her panty down to her knees. She was surprised by my bold moves.
Nancy: Aren’t you going too fast? I thought you had a girlfriend.
Me: I am, and she’s not here.
She gave me ample space to go between her legs, and I entered my face between her skirt to lick her. She started moaning as I licked her clean-shaven pussy. I then pulled her skirt up till her skirt removed my pants and boxers and made her sit on top of me.
She held my dick like a pro, guided it between her legs, and sat beside me. She started riding me, and we fucked for 5-7 minutes. We stood up. I threw her skirt away and again entered her and fucked her like a whore, and we both cum.
Nancy: I can’t believe we did that.
Me: Me too. It was good. I’ve been thinking about you for long. Even when I’m fucking my girlfriend.
Nancy: Really? She’s really lucky to have you.
Me: Now you’re also lucky.
She came closer, and we kissed again and slept naked for 30 minutes. It became routine for her to visit me over the weekends and sometimes after work. We fucked each other like dogs for around a year and did many trips together without the commitment.
She then started dating another guy she liked. We even met after that and fucked, but it was not as frequent as before.
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