Graziella was a clerk who worked with me in a local electronics company. Obviously , I won't say what company it is. This is the story of how we met and our subsequent meetings at work. Graz, as she is widely known, is a 23 year old brunette, with the most perfect of bodies, slim, pear-shaped breasts, a lovely face, and a mouth made simply for one thing... cock-sucking.
We hit it off immediately. She was on her first day of the job, in purchasing, and since I was saddled with changes to our stock, I had to have a strong liaison with the clerks. This was not normally my preference, but when I saw her there, so shy and quiet, I knew I had to get to know her better. I am quite an extrovert, with a perchance for helping people, so it was only natural that we would get on together.
Over the months that followed, we grew closer together. I can safely say that we were both a little in love with each other. I was married at that time, while she had a steady boyfriend. However, according to her, he was driving her mad with his obsession of jealousy. So she turned to me in her troubles. During one of the bleak periods when she was troubled, she broke down in her office. Sobs wracked her body, and it was only natural for me to put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. I hadn't realized though that our heads were close together. She raised her head to look at me, and in the process her lips brushed against mine. I felt an electric ripple pass through me, and I know she must have noticed as she shuddered. We looked each other steadily in the eye, and got even closer. By then I was breathing hard.
Here I was , a 39 year old guy, slightly fat, being ogled by a sexy 23 year old girl. I should have known better, but I wanted her badly. Our noses touched, and then it was a succession of hurried sloppy kisses, which developed into a long slow French-kiss... I reached out with my hands and caressed one of her breasts, free and firm under her thin cotton floral-print dress. She moaned then, a deep , guttural sound which made my cock even harder than I though would be possible. Now like I said, I am not physically very attractive, at best, I am not ugly. and the years of work and tension have taken their toll. But happily, my cock bore no marks of disuse or neglect. If anything, I was getting too much of it, as my wife is a nympho.
Her hand went to my pants, drawing down the zipper with unhurried calm. I prefer not to wear underwear in summer, so she exclaimed in surprise as my meat found its way into her hand. She started tugging and fondling it... needless to say I was about to die with pleasure. Fortunately we remembered that we were in her office, in full view of people who might have passed in front of the door. (Somebody did pass, but that is a story for later on). We were panting with desire when we separated.
'Where can we go?' she asked me breathlessly.
