YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/fling.txt

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The Office Fling by Joseph Gomez

For more than a year I've lusted after Sandy's hot body and she
knew it. We've progressed from innocent flirtation to petting
with our clothes on. She wants it badly as I do but she had some
reservations about the ensuing affair.

For me, when I get a erection, my conscience goes out the window.
And anytime I'm in the same room with Sandy, you can bet that I
have a stiff dick. As a matter of fact, it is one of Sandy's
favorite things.

I don't mean that she jerks me off or anything like that but
anytime she gets the chance to brush against me "accidentally,"
she will.

Come to think of it, the first time that she made me shoot off in
my pants, she was doing that. It was on a crowded elevator at
quitting time. We were packed into the elevator and Sandy was
standing directly in front of me.

I gave her neck a quick nibble and she responded by rubbing her
magnificent ass against my prick. It throbbed and she squirmed so
that my shaft grew even larger and began preleaking.

Before I knew what was happening, hot cum was spurting from my
cock. Sandy twitched each time my dick throbbed and shot another
load into my drawers. She told me later that she had an orgasm
too, which only made me want her that much more.

We had coffee together the next day and she confessed that she
wanted to see my penis. Just hearing her say it had me ready to
cream in my pants again. I was ready to tell her that she was
welcome to see it anytime when a plan occured to me. Why not get
something in return?

"Okay, you can see it but only if you let me kiss your clit," I
whispered.

Sandy blushed and sat silently for what seemed like an eternity
before she spoke. "Okay," she said. "You find a place."

My heart jumped. I couldn't believe my ears. My mind raced,
trying to come up with a place with enough privacy for our little
sexcapade.

At two that afternoon, she called me on the telephone. "The
stairwell between twenty-six and twenty-seven," she whispered and
then hung up.

I raced for the door to the stairway on legs of jelly, my cock
growing bigger by the second. She was waiting on the landing
between the floors. Her face was flush with excitement. My dick
was like a bar of steel.

"You first," she grinned as I approached.

"Help yourself," I grunted thrusting my crotch toward her.

Her hands trembled as she opened my zipper. Her breath came in
short gasps as her fingers reached inside and caressed the shaft.
She pumped it once or twice and then pulled it into the open.
"It's beautiful," she gasped.

I gritted my teeth and held my breath, fighting desperately
against the urge to come. Somehow, I managed to hold back the
flood building in my balls while she inspected what was to become
her favorite plaything.

"My turn," I moaned when I could take no more.

She released my rod and stepped back while I knelt in front of
her. She lifted her skirt while I tugged the panties down her
legs and over her shoes. "Remember, just one kiss," she panted.

I nodded as my fingers unpetaled the slick pink lips and exposed
her shiny love nub. It was swollen and ready, needing to be
kissed. My entire body was trembling as I inched forward until
her quivering clit touched my lips. I rolled it between them and
she moaned softly as she moved her hips in tiny circles.

Much sooner that I would have liked, she pushed me away and
dropped her skirt. I was still on my knees as I watched her climb
the stairs and exited the stairway door.

It wasn't until I stood to straighten my clothing that I noticed
the panties still on the floor. I picked them up and stuffed them
into my pocket before stumbling back to my desk.

She asked about them the next day and I told her how handy they
were for afternoon breaks. My confession excited her much more
than I expected.

"I'll give you another pair if you will let me watch you do it,"
she giggled.

That request caught me totally off guard. It was one thing to
admit to masturbation but quite another to actually do it while
someone watched. I wasn't sure that I could do it but I had to
try.

We agreed that we needed a place with much more privacy that a
stairwell for this little number, so it was decided that we would
use my car at lunch the next day. We drove to one of those curb
service burger joints and parked off in a secluded corner by
ourselves.

I waited unitl the food was delivered before asking if she had
brought the panties. "I have them on," she whispered. "I thought
you might like it better that way."

She lifted her hips off the seat while I pulled the panties over
her hips and down her legs. In the process, I slipped two fingers
into her pussy and found a hot and slick volcano. She was
obviously very excited about what was about to happen.

"Is it hard?" she asked as I reached for my zipper.

I opened it and watched her eyes widen as my dick leapt from the
opening. The bit with the panties and the fingers in her cunt had
removed the last of my inhibitions. I was ready to shoot off even
before the panties touched my cock.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I stopped with the panties less than
an inch from my penis. "Do it for me," I groaned, stuffing the
panties unto her hands.

"I'm not sure I know how," she gasped.

I took her wrist and placed her hand on my rod. She wrapped the
soft silk around my shaft and squeezed. "Move your hand up and
down," I moaned. "I'll tell you when it's going to happen."

She nodded and stared at my cock while she moved her hand
steadily up and down. I wanted it to last but the whole damn
thing was too exciting. Three minutes into the wildest hand job
imaginable, I starting coming.

Sandy squealed each time a spurt of seed shot from my dick.
Fortunately, she had the foresight to put a napkin on my lap
before she started or I would have had cum stained britches,
which would have been fun to explain at the office.

"Next time I want to see you come," I said, as I zipped my pants.

"There is nothing to see," she replied, with an impish smile on
her lips.

On the way back to the office, she agreed to do it and I
suggested a motel not far from the office. We waited about a week
and then told our respective bosses that we had doctor
appointments. That way we had all afternoon.

Once inside the motel room, I was afraid that my little tease was
going to back out. She was as nervous as I've ever seen her.
"Will it help if I take off my clothes?" I asked.

Before she could answer I started undressing and she did the
same. Her body was even more beautiful than I'd dreamed. When she
laid back on the bed and slowly spread her legs, it was all I
could do to keep from jumping on her.

As she reached timidly between her legs to seperate the lips, I
climbed on the bed and knelt with my face only a foot or so from
her juicy treasure. "You're only going to watch," she cautioned.
I assured her that I wouldn't do anything that she didn't want.

She eased her long finger into her ready slit and shivered.
"Would it help if I licked your clit?" I said.

"Yes," she whimpered.

When my lips touched her pussy her hand fell aside, exposing the
most beautiful pussy imaginable. I placed my tongue at the bottom
of her sweet slit and trailed it between those swollen, wanton
lips while she shivered excitedly.

When I sucked gently on her clit she exploded, rubbing her vagina
against my face while I continued eating her and she asked me not
to stop. "Do you know what feels even better than a tongue?" I
whispered, without missing a stroke.

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried. "Fuck me!"

I slowly impaled my cock into her beautiful body while she shoved
her hips upward to meet each plunge. The culmination of a yearful
of lust made our lovemaking one that we will never forget. When I
started coming it felt like I'd never stop. Sandy took every gush
as her pussy contracted and convulsed around my shaft.

We ended with our bodies so entwined that I wondered if we would
be able to seperate. And at the time I really didn't care. Lying
on top of Sandy's sweaty body with my prick still inside her
magic cunt was the best feeling in the world.

The funny thing is that day of real sex didn't stop our office
games. She still turns me on. We talk alot about going back to
recreate the magic but so far we haven't.