A few weeks had passed since Amber and I returned from our trip to Chicago. When she and I arrived at the airport that Monday, we arrived as coworkers who also happed to be really good friends. When we returned two days later, that friendship had dramatically evolved.
Arriving to the hotel on the first night, aided by a few glasses of wine and finding ourselves alone, Amber and I casually flirted with each other for the first time. Those seemingly innocent comments sparked something within each of us and we went on to discover that we had each fantasized about the other but neither of us had been brave enough to say anything out of fear of ruining our friendship. As we became more comfortable with the situation, the evening gradually progressed until Amber and I were eventually getting undressed and ended up masturbating in front of one another.
Over the next couple days, Amber spent every night with me. After that first night in, we spent the next afternoon working, followed by a romantic night out together. While sharing a fancy dinner, we spent the evening finding out each other's most intimate secrets pertaining to our fantasies and secret turn-ons. Sufficiently aroused from our erotic conversation, we returned to my room where we undressed each other, took a sensual shower together and then had sex for the first time.
Now back home, we both knew there was no way we could keep the frenetic pace of our initial fling. In fact, over the phone on our first night back we reminded ourselves of the need for discretion around the office. We of course would still spend our days working together, but we would have to be careful. We also agreed that we'd always go home to our own places; we felt it was best if neither of us started expecting anything from the other. We each wanted to feel like we were still working for it.
Over the following days we returned to our usual routine. Back at the office, we were assigned a new project and as we worked together we took our customary long site visits and got lunch out together. Then at the end of each day we would head our separate ways back home. But after a couple weeks, we were both aching to get back in bed together. We made plans to go out that weekend for a traditional date. I would pick her up at her house for dinner and then we would go catch a movie. In the back of our minds, both of us knew and were eagerly anticipating where the date would eventually lead us.
When I arrived at Amber's house to pick her up on the night of our date, I was surprised to see that she looked completely downtrodden. With a look of embarrassment, she explained that nature had different plans and she would be 'out of commission' for a few days. I was of course disappointed to say the least; after looking forward to this all week, I had come so far to fall just short. But seeing Amber feeling guilty made me feel even worse. I swallowed my disappointment and gave her a kiss and told her I was still looking forward to us spending the evening together. She was still embarrassed and I took her in my arms, kissed her then looking into her eyes said, "I didn't come here to have sex with you. I came here because I love you and I desperately wanted to spend an evening together."
Amber smiled and said, "Yeah, but we both know we were looking forward to that too."
I again swallowed my disappointment and said, "Amber, I waited a year to have sex with you; I can wait another week."
She smiled again and gave me a little kiss. Grabbing her things, we left on our date. We went to dinner and had a great time. Our conversation flowed naturally as it always had. We talked about work, sports, and just life in general. After dinner we caught a movie that we both agreed was underwhelming; but walking out of the theater holding Amber's hand, I felt like a teenager all over again.
At the end of the night, when we pulled into her driveway, we kissed and she invited me to come inside for a drink. I obliged and we sat in her living room sipping on cocktails that Amber had mixed to perfection. Finishing our drinks, Amber slid up next to me and cuddled herself under my arm. We kissed for a few moments and then as she cuddled back under my arm, she started talking about our trip to Chicago. She began by simply telling me how special just spending that time together was to her. I agreed and told her that I felt like that trip had changed my life. Realizing the importance of what I had said, she looked at me and smiled before kissing me again.
Amber then sighed and said, "What you and I did was nothing short of incredible." She then went on to reminisce about every interaction we had, providing lurid details of everything that brought her pleasure. Replaying those events in my mind as Amber spoke, before long I began to feel a tightness in my pants. Perhaps sensing my own building arousal, Amber placed her hand on my thigh and said she still wanted to do something for me. What followed in my conscience was an epic battle of will. Seeing Amber so eager to provide me pleasure, my body was aching to accept; it would feel incredible after having waited this long. But I knew that Amber had been looking forward to tonight just as much as I had. I didn't want her to relieve my pent up desire if I couldn't do the same for her.
Explaining my reasoning to her, I told Amber how much I appreciated the offer but said that I wanted our first time back to be great for both of us. She smiled that smile that I had grown to absolutely love. Giving me a long kiss, she promised me that she would make it worth the wait. As I stood to leave, I tried to discretely shift my pants. Noticing my discomfort despite my best efforts to conceal it, Amber teasingly asked, "You sure you don't want me to take care of that for you?"
With a grin as I made my way to the door I replied, "No, it's ok; I can take care of it myself."
I thought about Amber on the whole drive home. I was proud of myself for making the more difficult decision; but that decision did nothing to ease the ache I now felt in my groin. I arrived home and got showered off. During my entire shower I thought about Amber and the things we had done; and I looked forward to the things we would soon do again. My penis remained firmly erect through my entire shower but I resisted pleasuring myself.
After getting dried off, I walked into my darked bedroom and climbed into bed. The cool sheets wrapping around my naked, aroused body felt incredible.
As I settled into bed, I went to plug my phone in on the nightstand and saw a missed text from while I was in the shower. Opening it, I saw that Amber had sent me a picture. In it, she could be seen cupping her breasts from below; her fingers teased her nipples and she had a look of pleasure on her face. It came with a simple message, "I thought you might need some help."
Setting my phone down, I pushed the covers off of me and lied back. When I wrapped my warm hand around my now-throbbing erection I let out a soft groan. As I stroked myself, I thought back on all of the incredibly erotic things Amber and I had done. I remembered watching her masturbate, how she gave me a handjob while I fingered her. I remembered our shower together and the feeling of being inside her as we both climaxed. With one more image popping into my head of her voluptuous naked body, I looked over at my phone propped up on the nightstand with Amber's picture still open. I felt the base of my penis tense, my testicles drew up and all the muscles in my pelvis clenched. Then in one strong wave of release I brought myself to orgasm. I moaned out Amber's name as a glob of warm semen was propelled up and onto my belly. Each successive wave brought another spasm of pleasure before finally subsiding.