Sensual. Like Olives...

I knew exactly when I was next in. But that wasn’t the point, obviously. I went in to check anyway. I knew that she might be there. Any excuse seeing her, you see. As it turned out, she was in. Fantastic.

I opened the office door, after punching in the insultingly rudimentary security code, and saw the back of her beautiful head as she worked at the computer. I stared at her for far longer than I should have, the others in the office may have noticed. The plan was to look at the rota for the forthcoming week and to pretend I didn’t already know. Anyway, I shouted “hello” to everyone in the small office and she immediately turned her face towards me and queried as to why I came in on my day off. I had to answer that question, of course, but there were so many other things I’d rather say to her.

“What would you say if I told you that I often fantasise about stripping you naked and fucking you until my cock falls off?”, is one thing I wanted to say but I figured that may not go down so well. Whilst I was imagining that enjoyable little scenario, I realised that I was taking far too long in answering her question why I was there in the first place. “Just to see you”, is something else I did not say. Neither was: “Oh don’t worry, I’m just imagining opening your legs and licking your pussy until you come all over my face.”

Thinking about that, I was now even longer in answering her simple question; I now started to look a little shifty as I began panicking and sweating a bit. “I don’t know when I’m in”, I finally said. She smiled and said that I was always forgetting: “that’s, like, the third time this week you’ve come in just to check!”

As I said, I knew full well when I was next in; Tuesday at 18:00. The thing is, you see, she is extremely sexy and all I could think about all day is when was my cock going to find its way into her pussy. I wanted to have sex with her so bad. It was getting to the point where I got visibly excited every time I saw her.

I remember a few weeks ago, I ‘just happened’ to be standing close behind her. For what ever reason, she had to bend over. I was still right behind her and oh-my-fucking-God, to see her beautiful ass being consumed by her tight-as-hell work trousers fucking set me off. I exhaled suddenly and felt my cock get so hard so quick. If I was standing even an inch closer to her, I’m sure I would have penetrated her. I think you can probably guess that I had to quickly run out of the room before she noticed that my crotch had inexplicably grown something of a tumour.

As I was pretending to look at the rota that was scrawled in the corner of the room, I kept thinking about my next effort to devise a plan when I can see her; coming in to check the rota was getting a bit obvious. But then it hit me. Here I am, a man with his own home (well, a flat), reduced to inventing convoluted methods in order to speak to a girl. It was getting all a bit desperate. What I should be doing is flicking the confidence switch and becoming Mr. Suave to ask her out to a lovely, candlelit dinner at a posh restaurant. They like that sort of thing, right? I could drop my voice an octave and swagger over to her like the lead actors in those old black-and-white Hollywood films. She would be taken back a little by my new found sense of awesomeness before falling into arms and gleefully accepting my invitation… And my cock.

However, this was just my imagination. I quickly realised that I was not this 6’6’’ American style hero but was actually just a normal guy from Coventry with a slightly lazy eye. To add to my disappointment, I discovered that, again, I had been thinking about these farfetched scenarios for too long and had been blankly staring at a scrap of paper in the corner for over five minutes. Colleagues in the office were actually quick to point this out: “are you sill alive, gay bastard?” humorously stated by one of them. The office erupted with laughter, yet another mark to my credibility record.

I arrived back home and was fucking pissed off. How was I ever going to get anywhere with her when she takes me about as seriously as Jordan does to marriage vows? I sat down at my computer and opened the Internet browser. I was a bit het up so you can probably imagine what I was looking for on the Internet at this late hour… I didn’t want to, I’ll have you know. But hey, I’m not getting it anywhere else, right? I did something that many a man before me have done, clicked onto Google Images and turned the image filter off. I typed in “cunnilingus”. I didn’t like typing “pussy licking” as I always thought it sounded degrading to the special art.

With the events of yesterday out of my system, quite literally thanks to Mr. Kleenex, I awoke in a determined mood. It was Monday, I wasn’t in work until tomorrow but I thought I would make another unscheduled visit to work to see her. Having stared at the rota yesterday whilst I was daydreaming, I knew she was in today. She finished her shift at 21:00, so I made sure I would get there for ten-to. Today, I was certain that I was going to do something about my desire for her. You see, it’s true that I found her sexually attractive. It’s true that imagining the sight of her legs wrapped around my neck turns me on quite considerably. And it’s also true that the thought of filling her asshole with my semen shakes me with joy to the very core. But aside from these carnal desires for lust, I actually loved her as a person. She was like me a lot; a bit weird and crazy. I enjoyed hearing her stories about what was going on in her life outside of work. I liked her openness and honesty. At work bitching is usually done behind your back, she rarely did it but if she did then it was comical and in your face. I even felt it a couple of times. Throughout all this, she was among the brightest in the office. Standard procedure sometimes went out the window as she brought in her own methods for dealing with problems. She really was inspiring, you know? I’m usually the one with the jokes in the office, not all of them are that funny but the colleagues feel like they have to laugh to not offend me, but she doesn’t; she only laughs if it’s good. It’s these little things about her that I absolutely love. This morning, I came to the conclusion that I needed her in my life more. I was finally going to ask her out.

It was 19:00 and I started to get ready for the night ahead. I set the shower at a higher heat than usual in order to get me pumped. It was an important shower in the context of my life. As well as the armpits and other usual stench hazards, I paid careful attention to the state of my crotch. After directly applying gel to it and bathing it considerably, I came to the conclusion that it smelled good. For me, that was the most important part. With nice balls sorted, I stepped out of the shower. After drying off, I slipped on a new pair of £70 black Levi’s and a black-and-green check shirt with long sleeves. I was looking good. I applied my favourite Tom and Jerry belt buckle, to show my funny side, and a new pair of brown Italian loafers to show my cool side. With this sorted, I emptied a bottle of Calvin Klein onto my clothes. I sprayed my short-ish black hair, looked in the mirror and thought: “yeah, I’d fuck me.”

It was time. I left my flat, got in my Peugeot 205 and began the short drive to work. My heart was racing, and I think I was speeding a little. Had to slow down though, no girls are impressed by a struggling, twenty year-old one-litre engine. I arrived at the office, parked in the nearest bay and entered the building. I took the lift up to the first floor, punched in the easy code and entered the office. I was greeted to the same sight as yesterday; the back of her beautiful head.

I ventured over to her; she turned to me and again questioned my presence at work on my day off. I felt good, so I asked her, “what are you doing later?”, to which she responded in a way I wasn’t expecting. She said, “you look nice, fancy going out?” I fucking had to smile! All this hard work was paying off! I didn’t even need to ask her myself!

That evening, we went out to a few pubs. It was going well. Conversation was good, no noticeable instances of prolonged awkwardness or anything negative. It was good. She wasn’t drinking. I was a little disappointed by this. I thought there was no chance she’d fuck me if she was sober. However…

I had drank a little and was probably over the legal limit for driving. When I thought the night was over, she offered to drive me home. I accepted, of course, I was disappointed that it looked like we weren’t going to fuck, but at least this way I could ‘accidently’ grab her leg whilst reaching for the radio. As we were approaching my street, I noticed she missed the turning. I told her so, but she assured me that she knew where she was going. Then it hit me. I noticed we were getting closer to her place. I knew what was going to happen… We got to her house. We went in. We went upstairs…

I tore her shirt off and sucked her right nipple between my teeth. I was still a bit pissed but had no trouble getting hard. Before I knew it, her breast had left my mouth and I was pushed back onto the bed. She undid the top button of my jeans and proceeded to take my cock out. As she used her right hand to full effect, she kissed me, briefly, before heading south and placing my member into her mouth. She started sucking my cock and I began to moan with pleasure. I looked down and saw the majestic sight of her sexy lips devouring my penis. She sucked my cock with sound knowledge and was pressing all the right buttons. I grabbed her head and pushed her further down my shaft. Her eyes were closed as her head went back and forth. She occasionally twisted my foreskin to heighten the experience, motherfucker she was good. She knew I had been wanting this for so long, she took it out of her mouth when she sensed it was about to go off and came back up to kiss me. I realised I had to do something now. I gladly helped her out of those lovely work trousers and began to do what I had Googled the night before. A chink of light from the streetlamp outside pierced the curtains and beautifully lit her spectacular naked body. I was presented with a sight I had fantasised about for so long. Her slender body, those gorgeous hips, all paled in comparison to the awe-inspiring sight of her delectable pussy. I smiled at her and brought my eyes back down to her slightly puffed vagina, and exposed clit, to prove that hours and hours of masturbation weren’t all in vain. I sucked her clit. She screamed. I felt her pussy moisten and contract as my tongue explored all areas of the hallowed flesh. I was on cloud fucking nine. She tasted so good. I allowed her juices to trickle from my mouth, down to my neck. I didn’t want to waste any; I quickly gathered the secretions with my finger and spread it all on her lower lip. It was fucking bliss. No sections of her genitalia remained unexcavated from my tongue. She loved it. I assured her that her pussy was the best thing I had ever tasted, and it was. By this time, my cock was ready for action again so I replaced my tongue with something slightly bigger. I eased my cock into her warm, moist pussy. I fucked her missionary, and fucked her hard. I was losing breath but never lost pace. As I was fucking her, I looked down onto her face and closed eyes. I wanted to make sure that she was happy with me. She was; I’m sure of it. Her pussy was bright pink and with this, I pulled out unfinished and kissed her. We kissed for a while, it was good. After that we moved on to the ultimate spot, the one that men rarely get… I fucked her asshole. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I don’t have to tell you that it felt fucking good, too good. I tried to last, I really did. But it was like nothing else I had ever felt. I had her on her hands and knees, I was overcome with pleasure. I finally came. Out of my six-and-half inch erection I emptied the world’s supply of semen into her asshole, just as I imagined I would yesterday. I let out a scream that must’ve resembled an early Slipknot demo. She, however, wasn’t done. I happily finished her off with my fingers and tongue.

It was very bright, the next morning. It was lovely. I awoke with my right middle finger still inside her. The morning sun beautifully lit up her dazzling face and gorgeous blonde hair. It was a good night, I can’t think of a better one. I was incredibly lucky. She awoke and loved that night too, there was none of that awkwardness that sometimes occurs the first time you have sex with a particular person. She was able to stand up naked in front of me and not feel embarrassed or ashamed at the night before. I knew I performed well, do you know why? It was because I woke-up for the first time in ten years without a morning erection.