My Co-Worer Angel

Angel is the only one of my Co-Workers that I think I would have the slightest chance with. I say this because, her and I have such a good chemistry, and I know, under the right circumstances, I'd be able to fuck her.

I like Angel for a few reasons.

One of the reasons is because, although she is good looking, she isn't overly attractive, and is fairly low maintenance. Another reason is because she isn't a goodie two shoes, and you could actually hold an X- rated conversation with her, and she would converse right back.

I cannot recall how many times Angel and I engaged in sexual conversations when her and I worked together.

Angel is a good looking twenty three year old. She stands about five feet, five inches tall, and weighs between 130-135 pounds.

She isn't fat in any sense, but you can definitely tell that she has a little meat on her bones.

More often then not, Angel's hair would be brown, but every now and then she would dye it blonde. I personally don't like her with blonde hair.

Her face is good looking, with kind of a bony nose, and she wears a pair of thin rimmed glasses. She has tits that are nice, and about the size of large oranges.

Many, Many times, Angel has worn loose fitting shirts under her work smock, and there have been many, many times where I would be able to see down her shirt, and see almost all of her tits.

If she would have turned a little more a certain way, I'm more then sure I would have been able to catch a glimpse of a nipple or two.

The good thing was that I wouldn't just look down her shirt and leave it at that. There were a number of times when, after looking down her shirt, I'd say to her in a sing-song voice.

"I can see your boobies."

Angel would just reply back with something along the lines of.

"Oh really?"

She would never try to cover up or anything, so I'm pretty sure she either liked me looking, or just plain didn't care.

Either way, I enjoyed the view.

Angel and I worked together for about two and a half years, but never really talked outside of work. Then, one night, her and I began chatting with each other on a social media website. We would chat nearly every night, for hours.

At first, our conversations consisted of nothing more then.

"How was work today?"

or

"What are you up to?"

But soon, our conversations began to turn sexual.

I'm sure most people feel this way, but I actually found it easier to say more to Angel over the internet then I ever could in person.

One night in particular, I actually admitted to Angel that I wanted to make her Cum.

She replied back with something that wasn't bad, yet wasn't in my favor either.

"LOL, that's "Zack's job."

She said, referring to her boyfriend.

When Angel and I would talk online, we never actually said anything that would try and make each other horny or anything. We would just ask each other questions, and make comments back and forth.

I knew that she had to like me. Even if only a little.

After about two months of talking online, nearly every night, I told Angel that I wanted to make a fake picture of her, using a photo editing program.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

She told me.

She sent me a few pictures from her social media page to use, and I got started making fakes of her.

I made a picture of her with a man shooting a small amount of cum onto her loosely clenched lips, and I made one of her head surrounded by six or eight hard cocks, and she is smiling wide.

I sent her the pictures, and waited for her reply.

"Woah, I've never seen myself from that perspective before."

She told me.

Other than that, she loved the pictures. However, she only had one request for me.

"I don't want to see any dicks in my pictures."

She told me.

I asked her what kind of pictures she wanted me to make of her, and she told me just to use my imagination.

She sent me a handful of pictures of her to use, and over the next few days, I worked on them.

One of the pictures she sent me was of her in a stores dressing room trying on clothes. She was wearing a pair of dark colored jeans, a black shirt with a gray sweater over top of it.

I didn't think there was going to be much I could do with the picture, but I worked my magic and made it work.

I had found a picture of a girl holding the front of her jeans, and her panties down, and exposing a plump bald Pussy.

I edited the girls arm, and pussy over Angel's picture, and the end result looked as if Angel was teasingly showing her Pussy.

I sent the picture to her a few days later, and waited for her reply.

"Oh god, Mine's prettier then that."

She said, referring to her Pussy.

When she said that, I was so tempted to tell her to prove it, but I couldn't work up the nerve to do so.

I was at work with Angel one day, and her and I got to talking about sexual topics.

More often that not, Angel was the one that would actually bring the subject up.

On this day, I asked for her opinion to write an erotica story about her. She gave me her blessings, and when I got home from work that night, I began typing a story about her.

Two days later, I was working with Angel again, and I presented her with the story.

Every second she wasn't ringing out a customer, her nose was buried in my story.

It took Angel about twenty minutes to read my eight to ten page story, and when she was done, she walked over and handed it back to me, giving me a smile when she did.

"Well, what did you think?"

I ask her.

She told me that the story was, "OK"

When I asked her why she only thought it was "OK", she told me that there was a little too much talking, and she didn't like the ending.

Not long after that, Something "weird" happened between Angel and I.

Her and I were chatting as we've done for the last two months, and I asked her about something sexual. It wasn't anything out of the norm or what we'd normally talk about online, but it set her off.

She shot back at me, asking why every conversation had to be about sex, and she went off, saying shit about me personally. I seriously felt like crying.

She made me feel as small as an Ant, and even though I was talking to her on a computer, I sat there with my mouth open, almost in tears.

Maybe it was that time of the month or something, and she was having a particularly bad time, but what ever the problem was confused me.

It didn't take long before we were back to our old conversations. The only difference is that I would leave it up to Angel to bring up the dirty topics, and this time, the conversations were more in depth, and graphic then before.

Even when I'd just be trying to make casual conversation with Angel, I'd walk up to her and say.

"Hey, what's up."

And she would say something like.

"I got laid last night."

Of course I had to stick around and hear the details.

It was then, that I found out that Angel having cum in her Pussy.

"That's the only place that stuff belongs."

She told me.

I couldn't believe that Angel told me that. I really want to cum all over Angel's face, and if I ever got the chance to fuck her, that is exactly where I'm going to cum.

Since Angel and I started talking with each other after work hours, she has become one of only four women to get me turned on so much that no matter what she was doing, or saying, I'd start oozing pre-cum.

Angel and I were only ever really alone one time, and that was in July of 2014. We had a mandatory store meeting and I needed a ride, and Angel said that she would pick me up.

When she came to get me on that summer day, as soon as I saw her, I was turned on.

She was wearing a loose fitting white tank top, and a pair of black pants with thin pin stripes. Her tits looked good as always. When I got into her car, I really wanted to reach over and rub her Pussy, But, I am too much of a gentleman to do that.

For nearly the entire ride, my cock was rock hard, and it oozed what felt like a gallon of pre-cum.

To my dismay, Angel recently had a baby with her boyfriend, and my hopes of fucking her got further away.

One night, I was checking my messages on my social media page, and it said that I had a picture message from Angel.

It took a while for the picture message to load, and the whole time I waited, my heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation.

When the picture message finally loaded, it turned out to be nothing more then a picture of my work schedule, that I had forgotten I asked her to send.

A couple of days later, when I worked with Angel next. I told her that when I saw that I had a picture message from her, I got excited.

Her response made me laugh.

"I just had a baby, you don't want to see that."

She said.

I actually had a dream about Angel one night, which I of course shared with her, the next time I saw her.

In the dream, I am laying in a bed, and I don't know if I'm sick, or just really tired, but I see Angel grabbing my hand and trying to pull be out of bed. I am groaning and fighting with her.

Next thing I know, Angel is crawling into bed with me. As she crawls past me, I can see that she is wearing a pair of silky maroon panties.

The dream "Skipped", and I see myself fucking Angel missionary style.

I watch my cock as it slides in and out of her plump, completely bald Pussy, and then all of a sudden, the dream ends.

I told Angel about the dream, and she says.

"Oh, don't worry, people have dreams about me like that all the time."

At one point, Angel and I got so comfortable with each other, we actually tried setting up a photo session where I'd have her pose for pictures.

Nothing bad really, I just told Angel that she should dress up like 1940's and 1950's pin-up models, and let me take pictures of her posing next to, and sitting in antique cars from those eras. Sadly, nothing came of those ideas.