"Oh fuck me!" I said as I slapped my forehead. "Did you read this?"
I pointed at my laptop. About 20 minutes ago, we had received a company wide email titled "SNOW EMERGENCY." All business was cancelled for the day.
"What? No!" Heather said. "I can't believe it!"
It was certainly odd. I figured there was absolutely nothing that would ever shut the whole company down. But outside, there were already about 6 inches of snow with a forecast of up to 12 more before turning to freezing rain.
"Damn it! If we had only gotten this message before we left," I said with a groan.
It would have been nice. We could have stayed in bed, slept late, then fucked all afternoon. Heather and I were coworkers and we had started sleeping together about two weeks before. No one knew (yet). I was the project manager and technically her boss, though I had very little real power. We had decided not to mention our relationship to anyone just in case people took some issue with it.
As I would find out later, pretty much everyone could tell. There was the fact that we'd often show up at the same time, take lunches together. We had our fair share of makeout sessions in the copy and break room. We would often sext each other during the day and I'd often be hiding a secret boner under the conference table.
Being that we had only been together for a short time, we were still in the fuck-every-night stage of the relationship. Everything was still super fresh and new, and so fucking exciting. From our first day working together, she had turned me on. Her look, her intelligence, her sense of humor, her hard-working nature, it all got to me. And it only got worse the more we worked together. We had great chemistry too, something about us just naturally clicked. Needless to say, I was jerking off on an everyday basis thinking about her.
Unfortunately, due to my role, I didn't think we'd ever have a chance to hook up. But that all changed about a month ago when an unexpected opportunity popped up. The symphony was going to have one of those "music of" nights where they play music of some piece of pop-culture. It was around the holidays and they had chosen The Nightmare Before Christmas. I knew she was a Tim Burton superfan and would definitely be interested. It was also convenient, because I could ask if she wanted to go without having to explicitly label it as a "date." After all, we were just friends doing something that we were both interested in. But if it DID go well, I could ask her out for real this time. Thankfully, that was exactly what happened. We took in the performance, then decided to get a drink afterwards. We ended up talking for hours and it was amazing. When I asked to see her again, it was an eager yes.
Now, as a non-sexy aside, I realize the "not date-date" is a wimpy way to go about things. Any other time, I would have just been direct. Typically anything even remotely smelling like a "nice guy" approach is bound to fail. Ugh, but with coworkers it's more touchy. You can't just walk away and you don't want to foul up a working relationship. Plus, when you're at work, there are certain boundaries and a formality of relationship. I've definitely been in situations when I've hung out with someone outside work that I thought was cool, only to find they're a complete douchebag. I felt as if a cautious route was better, and since the opportunity was so prime and fleeting, I had to do something. If I didn't try to make some sort of move now, then it was probably going to have to be never.
Things went smoothly from there, and after a few fantastic dates, we took the big plunge and became lovers. My god, the sex was amazing! Our chemistry was off the charts. I've learned over the years that you can never be sure how things will translate in the bedroom, no matter how well you think things are going otherwise. We had to take a short break for Christmas, but other than that, we had been a sweaty, tangled mess for the last few weeks.
"Ugh, we could have stayed in bed," Heather said. "Made breakfast..." Her eyes caught mine. "Slept in..." She moved a little closer. "...and... you know."
Haha, I sure did. I grabbed her and kissed her.
"I wonder if anyone else is going to come in," I pondered.
It looked like it was going to be a lost day from a work perspective. The big boss had already messaged the team to enjoy the unexpected snow day. Walking down the hall to toast a few bagels, we quickly discovered the whole place was deserted. We literally were the only people there.
Due to the nature of the project, our team was using one of the large conference rooms to work. Most of the people there were on temporary contracts, so instead of assigning space, they gave us the room for the duration. Heather and I were a few of the full company employees and while I had my own office, it was more of a closet, and I really hadn't been using it for months.
For the moment we were just hanging out, reading the news, having some coffee and breakfast. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of reason to rush back out into the shitstorm outside. We were here after all and there still was a chance others might come in. After a half hour or so, it was becoming clear that it was just us, and there still didn't seem to be anyone around the rest of the building.
I was still trawling the internet when I had one of those Spider-sense kind of moments. I looked up and Heather was staring right at me. I glanced back down for a second, but it was obvious she wasn't paying any attention to anything else.
I gave her a coy smile. "What?" I asked, and stared back at her.
"I can't fucking take this. Get on the floor, now."
I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, but whatever it was, it was sure to be awesome, so on to the floor I went. She climbed on top of me and began kissing me intensely. My cock was now fully awake and was straining against my pants. Heather began to grind and slide her hips on me. She went at me with all I can say was a hunger.
I grabbed her hips as she bucked. I slipped my hands under her shirt and started to touch her torso and back, but I held back from her tits for now. It was a full fledged dry hump at this point. It seems a bit odd to say, as I feel dry humping is seen as a juvenile thing, but I had never really done this with anyone. In the past, I would have just used this as a little foreplay before moving on to juicier things. But my goodness, she was going absolutely wild. Up until now, we had been keeping relatively quiet. But now she was grunting and thrusting, pushing me down with all her body weight.
"Oh god," she got out. "I could cum."
I was stunned, but if she's there, she's there. I grabbed her bra and tore her tits out.
"Cum for me," I instructed as I pinched down on her nipples.
Her whole body was starting to quake. She was grunting, chirping, gnashing her teeth. She was getting louder and louder. It was now less grinding and was more or less one long continuous tremor.
