Everyone has fantasies about their co-workers, right?
It's just human nature. You can't expect to put men and women together all day, every day without them occasionally developing an attraction. Especially if you're married or in a long relationship, flirting with or fantasizing about your co-workers can be innocent, harmless fun. It doesn't mean anyone intends to act on it.
Susan and I have been friends for about a year. We met shortly after she started working as a salesperson at the furniture showroom where I work in the warehouse. We hit it off, and it wasn't long before we began to spend our breaks and lunches together. Susan is witty and vivacious, and our talks are always light-hearted and fun, peppered with occasional sexual innuendo. It's just a silly work flirtation.
I should also add that Susan is very attractive, with long, curly brunette hair, deep brown eyes, and a killer body. She works part-time as a spin instructor, so she has a very tight, toned physique and a perfectly proportioned ass. She also has large, mouth-watering breasts which she accentuates by sometimes wearing tight t-shirts. Susan has very large, very dark nipples, which I know because sometimes when she wears a light-colored shirt, they show through her bra a little bit. A few times when our conversations have turned to sex, I've been thankful for the cover of the break room table so that Susan couldn't see the bulge of my hardening cock straining in my pants.
There's a porn star on one of my favorite web sites who looks a lot like Susan, and sometimes after one of our chats I go home and masturbate to her and pretend she's actually Susan. I've even fantasized about Susan while fucking my wife. Tammy has no idea how many of her hottest orgasms she owes to Susan. She doesn't even know Susan exists. Not that I'm hiding anything. There's nothing to hide.
One Friday around noon I was working in the warehouse as usual, and was actually pretty pleased with myself because I was caught up early ready for Monday's shipments already. Susan had taken that day off from work, so when I made my way to the time clock to punch out for lunch, I was surprised to see her in the hall outside the break room.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me. "Hey, you!" she exclaimed, coming up and giving me a big hug. "Long time no see!"
I noticed two things immediately. First, as Susan's big, beautiful breasts crushed to my chest, it was apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra. That observation was confirmed as she pulled away; she was wearing a white t-shirt with a plaid shirt over it, and I got the best look I'd ever had at her dark, full nipples through that t-shirt before she pulled her overshirt closed. I knew right then and there I'd be getting off to some lookalike porn later.
The second thing I noticed was that Susan was a little bit tipsy. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and her slightly-more-animated-than-usual behavior seemed to confirm that observation.
"I need a favor," Susan said, touching me lightly on the arm. "I bought a chair, and I was hoping you could deliver it to my house over lunch. I'll make sure you get something to eat," she said a little suggestively.
"Sure," I instantly agreed. "No problem . . . in fact, I was just headed out to lunch. Lead the way."
I followed her down to the showroom and took her chair out to the delivery van. "You can follow me," Susan said, and in a few minutes I was pulling into her driveway.
It only took a couple of minutes to wrestle the chair into Susan's living room and place it next to a lamp table by her large stone fireplace. "Thanks so much," Susan said gratefully. Helping herself to a seat, Susan crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her small denim shorts rode up, and I caught a flash of red panties before she settled.
"I love this chair," she said. "It is so comfortable, I could just stretch out and take a nap right here." She stretched her arms above her head, and as she did her shirt fell open. Her breasts pushed proudly forward, it was impossible not to notice that her nipples had hardened and were now standing erect, creating two dark points in her tight t-shirt. My cock sprang instantly to attention.
Settling back into the chair, Susan noticed the angle of my gaze and gave me a knowing smile. I could feel my face reddening, embarrassed at being caught so obviously, but she didn't call me on it. I was relieved when Susan rose and said, "Check out how comfortable this is," motioning for me to sit.