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This story is a mostly fictional account of several unrelated events. The names are changed and the situation evolves beyond reality, but I’ll never forget that slow dance. If I close my eyes, I can still feel her body pressing into mine.
Married Co-worker in a motor inn room
He was thinking to himself, “Are we really going to do this; is this really going to happen?”
He was seated on the bed admiring the beautiful married co-worker standing before him. 20 minutes ago, they had been celebrating a company anniversary together at a near-by restaurant/ bar; now they were alone in a motor-inn room.
A tipsy, Tabbi (Tabitha) leaned forward, her dress opening enough to provide a clear down-blouse view of her bra holding those sweet C cups; she gazed at him and said, “I bet you’ve always wanted to get a good look; I’ve caught you staring at them before.”
Equally tipsy he replied, “I’m so busted and so guilty. You don’t know how many times I’ve sat at my desk and imagined you naked. Some days I’d try to focus on work and I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.”
The room they were in was not bad for the price and location. It was strategically located near the restaurant/bar. He suspected that many clients of this inn came directly from that bar. The bed was clean with a floral pattern on the bed spread, there was a smell of perfumed disinfectant in the bathroom. At least everything in the place was orderly; from the white towels to the bars of motor-inn branded soap and shampoo.
He sat on the bedspread, leaning back on his elbows to steady himself. He was still in the grey business suit he had worn to the party, his tie now loose around his neck. She was still wearing the dark blue dress with the lace collar and slightly plunging neck line, her heels were off making her look shorter than she already was. She stood facing him and gazing into his eyes as she reached for the dress zipper in back.
She whispered, “After tonight, you won’t have to use your imagination anymore.”
As the zipper slowly opened, the dress slid down to her hips and with a cute little butt shake it fell to the floor. She raised both arms to untie her hair bun, her medium length brown hair fell to her shoulders. He was mesmerized by the site that was before him; clad only in a black plunging bra and sexy V-shaped bikini panties, she resembled a little pixie figure with hips and firm C cup breasts on fair white skin.
She leaned in and teased, “Are you ready?”
With that, she unclasped her front hook bra and let her perky Cs dance before his eyes. They sprouted freely out of her bra, firm and proud. Each one was so perfectly formed with medium sized areola and puffy nipples. Like once mentioned in a Seinfeld episode; “They are real and they are spectacular!”
However, instead of grasping them with both hands, the good angel on his shoulder suddenly summoned him; he leaned forward to ask her, “Hey kiddo, (his nickname for her) I’ve got nothing to lose here, but you have got a lot on the line.”
Taking a deep breath, he pushed for his married friend’s consent, “We’re drunk so we have kind of a hall pass, but are you good if this goes any further?”
In the beginning
She wasn’t just another conquest for him; she was his married co-worker and good friend. He met her while working at a Fortune 100 large distribution company. She was one of only a few female inventory analysts in a sea of male managers and staff. Tabbi was brave and outspoken; she often was the one to speak up at staffing meetings; while the other analysts surrendered to whatever hairbrained idea management proposed.
Tabbi was small in stature, but big in personality and presence, she had a Jennifer Love Hewlitt look, petite and trim with a very full bust line. She had medium length light brown hair and bubbly cheeks with an engaging smile. Her big green eyes were just devastating to gaze into.
However, she was no flirt. Tabbi was all business at work and even though she was less experienced in inventory control, he could tell she was a quick learner and really smart. He would often ask her opinion before making big changes to his own replenishment formulas. In turn, she became more trusting of him, realizing that he respected her intelligence and didn’t dismiss her or only imagine her nude like the other guys in the office. She wasn’t naive and knew he might still think of her sexually, because he is a guy. But there was more to their friendship. Often, they would find themselves alone as lunch buddies, giggling about what’s going on in the office, until others joined them at the lunch table.
He was still young and single, mid-twenties; this was his first real job out of college. He’d been there a year before she arrived on the scene. She was younger, early twenties and married right out of college, but no kids. He kept himself in good shape and was recently getting over a long-term relationship. He had recently started dating again. It was typical lunch table banter when he joked to fatih escort her that lately he was trapped by a string of “90-day wonders.”
She asked, “What do you mean by 90-day wonders?”
He replied, “First 30 days is full of hope and promise; next 30 days, reality is setting in and last 30 days are disillusionment, disappointment and dread.”
Tabbi laughed and whispered, “When is the sex at its best?”
He smiled and replied, “Well first times are pretty thrilling; but at the end it best when its vengeful and no cares anymore about what you think of them anymore. Why are you so curious?”
She frowned, “You know marriage has its ups and downs, but I can’t go into details; it’s too personal.”
He did meet her husband once at the company Christmas party. He was a tall good-looking engineer that she met in college. But he found the guy to be a real stick in the mud. He was so hard to talk to, getting him into a friendly conversation was like pulling teeth. He thought to himself, “I bet he only fucks her missionary style on Friday nights; a few pumps and done.”
Friday Company Party
That was six months ago and not much has changed at work for either of them. The company announced a big 25th anniversary celebration with the afternoon off for food and entertainment. All employees were given a commemorative gift and many in their work group decided to carry-on the festivities at local restaurant/bar for drinks and dancing.
As the office celebration was winding down, she asked him, “Hey, are you going to the bar tonight? Bringing a date?”
He replied, “Yes to I’ll be there, but I’m in-between 90-day wonders; how about you bringing the hubby?”
She smiled, “I’m looking forward to having a few drinks, but hubby has to work late again; hey, you better buy me a drink and keep the all the creeps at bay.”
Later that evening both of them arrived separately at the bar and he kept the drinks flowing. He didn’t crowd her, but stayed close by in case some local guys started aggressively hitting on her.
Then some classic rock song started playing and he grabbed her arm and said, “Let’s dance.”
She was twerking and bumping to the sounds, laughing out loud. They were both having so much fun on the dance floor. When a slow song came up, he started to head back to their table.
She grabbed his hand and said, “Oh no you don’t, I like this song and you’re staying out with me.”
He smiled and gently put his arms around her waist, not too low, not squeezing her into him. As they swayed on the dance floor it was all very tame. But as the song lingered on, she put her face into his neck and stepped closer into him. Her pelvis pressed hard into his thigh and triggered a growing hard-on. She now squeezed him tightly and moaned softly. His hands dropped lower, just above her firm buttocks and his hands dropped even lower there was no resistance to his touch.
At this moment, both knew they were at cross-roads; both knew they should head back and not push the moment any further. She was thinking just call it a night and go home; but his body felt so good against hers. He was thinking, enough already, she’s my married friend; just go home and jerk off.
The alcohol and moment seemed to have removed all caution and reserve. Another slow song started and neither of them wanted to stop; so, they moved to a more discreet part of the dance floor. His hands were now fully on her firm buns as she ground her pubic bone into his thigh.
She looked around to make sure no one from work was looking at them and kissed him on the neck. Then she whispered, “Maybe we could go somewhere more private?”
He took the queue, and made quick arrangements with her. He would say his good-byes to the remaining co-workers and leave first. He made it very obvious that he was leaving on his own. She would wait, only to slip out a short while later. Once away from the bar, he would park on the road side and wait for her to find and follow him.
He had passed the motor-inn many times, but never stopped there before tonight. He parked around the back and went into the office by himself, paying cash for a one-night stay. When he got back to his car, she was already parked next to him. They both sheepishly headed into the room together. This was really happening.
Back inside the motor-inn room
Standing there, clad only in her black V shape panties, breasts hanging so close to his lips she whispered the answer to his question, “Tonight and only tonight. I need this from you; but this must stay only between us. No telling best friends, confidants or strangers; only between us!”
And with that, he gently caressed both beautiful orbs, kissing and sucking them intensely. He took his time fondling each breast and very carefully bit each nipple. He checked her face for signs of acceptance. She was in a state of extasy.
As she stood before him, he kissed his way to her navel and kept going lower. He Inhaled çapa escort her vaginal aroma and then with both hands pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood with legs spread shoulder width apart. He could hardly believe how spectacular her puffy mound looked. Her pubic hair was soft and so sparce that her vulva could pass for an adolescent’s. He gently fondled her evenly sized labia while he sucked on hood of her clit. She was so wet; she was almost dripping. As his tongue circled her clitoris, he felt her tense up and then convulse in an orgasm.
She sighed, “Oh yes, I haven’t had one of those in so long.”
Next, she dropped to her knees and started to unbuckle his belt; off came his suit pants and funny pattern boxers. Her hands freed his fully engorged penis and she began a slow and methodical sucking and licking; teasing him to near the point of ejaculation and then easing him back down. “Not yet,” she said, “No, not yet.”
He tossed off his remaining clothes and pulled her onto the bed with him. Finally, they were both nude and in each other arms. He continued with deep kisses on her lips and neck. She guided him and beckoned him on for more as he reached in between her legs to begin a rhythmic slow two finger fucking. Finding her G spot, he brought her to one orgasm and then another. Finally, he assumed a missionary position and guided his shaft past her engorged labia and into her vagina.
In the back of his mind, he knew they didn’t have all night, so he quickened the pace, each time pushing his penis deeper and deeper until he penetrated her to the hilt. He fucked her this way for at least 20 more minutes, but had lost track of time. Pushing her legs up and out, he arched his back and pushed his shaft deep into her.
He thought, “Hubby won’t ever know that this one’s for him,” as he ejaculated his full load into her.
They both lay there in bliss for 10 minutes that seemed just like a second. Then suddenly she shot up and said, “I really have to go; see you Monday and remember this stays between us!”
With that they both quickly got dressed, slipped back into their cars and drove into the night.
Monday, Monday can’t help that day
The weekend was a blur and Monday came so quickly. On the drive into the office, he wondered if he should say anything to her. His instincts told him to just act normal, don’t pay any more or less attention to her and let her decide if anything should be said.
When he got to his desk, she had not yet arrived. Some other co-workers asked him about why he left the bar so early and he just told them, “I had an early morning run planned and needed to get a good night’s sleep.”
As the morning wore on, still no Tabbi. He didn’t want to ask anybody about her, but he was starting to get really worried. He imagined her husband charging into the office and confronting him with, “I’ll kill you; you mother fucker!” or something like that.
Finally, after lunch time she arrived plopping her laptop and purse on her desk. She seemed so normal, not a hint of guilt or any indication that she was confronted by her husband. As the day wore on, they didn’t speak or acknowledge each other.
Then at end of day, she walked by his cubicle on her way out and said, “I hope you had a nice weekend, I sure did.” She smiled and went on her way home.
Tuesday’s just as bad
The night before he lay in his bed, thinking about their encounter. As he stroked his shaft, visions of her perfectly toned body danced in this head. He could almost taste her and his head filled with memories of her aroma. As morning arrived, he was back down to earth. He fully intended to honor the terms and never speak of it again. Also, to put her back in friend status and try not to lust after her anymore. But he couldn’t suppress the desire to fuck her; just once more.
Tabbi woke up on Tuesday, almost in denial. She almost told herself it was just a dream, but it wasn’t. She thought, “OK, I just needed to get that out of my system and now I can go back and maybe make my marriage better because of it.”
But she couldn’t deny the dream she had last night; in that dream she was on all fours and her co-worker was pounding her from behind, she was screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me!”
She woke up and looked at her sleeping husband, thinking, “Oh my goodness, I hope I didn’t say anything out loud.” She got up, got dressed and went to work.
At lunch time, it was just the two of them again at the lunch table. He innocently asked, “Hey Kiddo, where were you Monday morning?”
She replied, “I had to go for my annual check-up, you know that thing women must endure to be healthy, but it’s not so bad for me.”
He just laughed as they seemed to have picked up where they were before their incident in the motor-inn; no tension between them. He probed further, “Not so bad? Do you get special treatment from your women doctor?”
Tabbi whispered, “No, my doctor güngören escort is a man and an Osteopathic physician; not an MD. I like him because he’s very patient and holistic. He really cares about my wellbeing and state of mind, not just the physical stuff. But his methods are a little different.”
His eyes widened, “Ok, I’ve got to ask; what is a little different?”
She smiled, “While it’s a very small office, just him and an assistant who’s really a receptionist. He uses calming aromas and soft background music in his exam room. Also, he doesn’t use gowns or the stirrups on the exam table.”
He smiled, “Really?”
She continued, “Don’t be a perv, it’s all very clinical and legit. He has a changing area to remove all clothing, then when I’m ready he calls me into the exam room. He likes to conduct a head-to-toe examination looking at all my skin and palpating all areas of my torso. Then for the female organs part, he has me lay on the table with my knees apart and feet together. It leaves me feeling very exposed, but he’s so calm and professional when he examines me.”
He just said, “Sounds kinky to me, but I guess if it works for you that’s ok; ah, time to get back to the grind.”
As he sat at his desk, he couldn’t think of anything else. He’d seen what the doctor had examined and she was just so gorgeous to behold in the nude. All he could think of her standing nude under examination lighting in front of an older man as he feasted his eyes on her perky breasts and lovely vulva. He could picture her spread wide open as the doctor inserted his fingers into her pink vagina. As the day wore on, he was really falling behind on his inventory replenishments.
Soon the day was over; he just gave up and decided that hitting the gym was order so he headed out to the parking lot. As luck would have it, she was parked next to him and was waiting in her car. He walked up and knocked on the driver’s side window of her SUV.
She opened the window and sighed, “Hey, I can’t stop thinking about the other night. I know I said just once, but there’s this feeling I can’t shake. I feel like I need to resolve this, so I can move on.”
He hung his head and said, “Me too; what are you thinking?”
They talked in hush tones looking around to make sure they were not noticed. They agreed about getting together maybe just one more time and that’s it. They talked about timing and location; about excuses that could be made so no attention was drawn to them. They made plans for an extended lunch time meeting the next day. Finally, plans were finalized. Wednesday lunch; same place they met up before.
Wednesday; hump day
At lunch time on Wednesday, he texted her a coded message; he had checked into the same room as their previous encounter. The guy at the front desk gave him a sly grin; yeah, seen this type of rendezvous too many times. He knew time they had very little time, so he took off his jacket, pants and shirt and neatly hung them up. He didn’t want to go back to the office looking disheveled. A few minutes later she knocked at the door and he let her in.
Quickly entering the room, Tabbi smiled and said, “Just one more time, OK?’
He pulled her in close and started kissing her deeply. He reached for the zipper on her dress, then stopped and told her, “I have an idea; let’s role play.”
Her head tilted in curiosity, “What do you have in mind, something kinky?”
He confessed, “You busted me yesterday; I am a medical perv and I can’t stop thinking about your doctor visit. I want you to go to the bathroom and take everything off, like you did Monday at your doctor’s office, come out when you’re ready.”
She just laughed, “OK, kind of weird, but I’m game.”
Tabbi did as he instructed, neatly folding her clothes and removing every last item, even her watch and wedding ring. She walked into back into the room, completely nude from head to toe and stopped in front of him, “Is this what you wanted?” Her breasts stood proudly firm, her buns so tight and firm and her mound so inviting.
He couldn’t stop leering at her beauty, he placed a chair directly in front of her and sat down. She stood before him, placed both hands behind her head, elbows out, her legs shoulder length apart and closed her eyes. What an absolutely delicious site she was to behold, he began massaging both breasts, gently but deliberately, he pulled on her nipples. He dropped one hand down to her vulva and began to caress her labia as she moaned with pleasure. She was as wet as ever; eventually putting her arms around him and straddling his lap.
He gently probed and fingered her vagina, then commanded, “Get on the bed and spread your legs with feet together.”
Once again, she immediately responded and assumed the vulnerable fully exposed position for him. He placed a pillow under her bottom, further exposing her pelvic region to him. Her hands once again behind her head, eyes closed and lips parsed in pleasure. As both knees fell to the side, her vulva opened up for him, giving him the view once only available to her doctor. He kneeled before her spread legs, stroking himself with one hand and massaging her clitoris with the other. He stared at her engorged labia and clitoris; he took in the aroma of her glistening secretions and tried to burn the image of her pink vagina into his memory.