Work Ethnic My Greek Goddess

Work Ethnic - My Greek Goddess

Two people who have hidden feelings for each other at work finally get together.

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Author's Note: This is one of a number of stories about relationships between a guy called David and his work colleagues. Mild anal in this one. No adultery, infidelity or btb here.

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It started innocently enough.

One day after doing me a very big favour at work, I said to Angela that I really appreciated what she had done for me and that if it weren't for the fact that I thought she would clobber me I would have given her a big hug.

She smiled her beautiful smile at me and then for a brief moment, I saw an expression that I'd never noticed before cross her face. "My pleasure," she replied as she gave me another heart-warming smile that made me feel strange, in a good way and that caught me breathless for a moment. Pulling myself together a moment later, I said, "Thank you again," as I left her office.

Angela was a beautiful - early thirties, year-old woman of Greek parents, with very strong family ties, something typical of her ethnicity. She still lived at home with her parents, never having been married. From what I could gather, from speaking with her and observations at various functions, she seemed always to be going out with her cousins, and it seemed that a lot of her friends were Greek as well. A bubbling personality, coupled with a great sensitivity, and as far as I could figure, a great body as well. Exuding a sensuality that just wanted me to want to hold her, to envelop her in her in my arms, I always thought she was a good catch for the right guy. A beautiful woman whose ancestry and heritage belonged to one of the world's oldest and most influential civilizations. I'd had thoughts of summoning the courage to ask her for a date, but didn't because I figured the age gap between us was too great for any kind of ongoing relationship to last, and I didn't figure her for a one-night stand type of woman.

Me? Well, my name is David. My life had taken me on many journeys. I'd been married, and divorced, three times, had a number of shorter relationships, but for one reason or another I'd ultimately, not found them satisfying, so they'd ended. I'd gotten to the stage where I preferred to be single and unattached, rather than be stifled in an unsatisfying relationship. The marriage break-ups weren't for any one specific reason, there was no infidelity or adultery involved. We were individuals growing at different rates and looking for different things as we walked on life's journey. I was not in a relationship at this time and even though I was in my very early fifties, I was enjoying time by myself, entirely happy in my own company. I'm not a one-night stand kind of guy, never have been, but still seem to find the time to date reasonably frequently.

But I digress.

Then, one day a few months later, something unexpected happened after I thought everyone else had gone for the day. I'd gone down to the copy-room to copy some documents when Angela came into the room and stood right next to me.

I noticed her perfume before I felt her approach and stand right next to me. "Hi," I said, "I didn't know anyone was still here."

"Hi" she replied, "Yes, I'm still here." Then she just stood there.

I turned to her saying, "I won't be long" and turned back to what I was doing.

"No, it's all right" she said, "No hurry." Then after a little pause she started to say something hesitatingly. "I ... um, um ... Oh it doesn't matter" and she turned and started to leave the room.

Calling after her I said, "Angela, don't go. What's up? What's the problem? I won't be long."

She stopped, turned her head and just looked at me. "It's okay..." she said looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"Angela, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing's the matter ...It's just," she started saying but trailed off as she turned back to face me.

"What?" I asked. "...Talk to me!" I didn't care what she wanted to talk about. I just loved being with her, in her company. It was weird but she sent a strange tingle through the lower part of my body whenever I was near her.

"Well OK... you know when I did you that favour a few months ago and you said you would have hugged me except you thought I might clobber you?"

"Yes," I replied, not sure where this was going. Now it was my turn to be uncomfortable. Was she heading towards a harassment action?

"I would like that hug."

I was relieved. But I was also stunned. I'd never thought I was ugly but it seemed my appearance may have been passable as I'd received a few compliments over the years about both my appearance and manners. Perhaps a little insecurity always made me feel embarrassed when such comments were made. Here was this mid-thirties year old beautiful, sensual woman asking this early fifties man with the beginnings of a receding hairline, to give her a hug. I was momentarily paralysed. I'd always been attracted to her, but dismissed the chance of anything happening due mainly to our age difference.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you want to...?" and paused for a few seconds before adding, "OK, I'll go now," she said turning to leave. "Please forget I asked."

I regained my senses enough to answer hoarsely "God, yes, I want to... Yes, I want to hug you. And no, don't go. ...Please don't go."

"Then do it!... Give me that hug!" she said as she turned back to me with that beautiful smile on her face.

My hands shook for just a second as our eyes locked together, hers seeming to sparkle. As I moved to go to her, I saw her eyes dart to my lips and back, answering a question that had been on my mind since she had started to speak. How far would, could, this go? When I reached her, I gently pulled her in close to me and hugged her. As I did this, as I felt the nearness of her body, as I felt the press of her breasts into my chest, I felt my cock starting to harden. She could not but have helped to notice the same thing, but still she stayed there. She didn't move away. She felt so good in my arms. We stood like that, tightly hugging each other for what felt like hours but could not have been more than a minute or so, before taking a chance and moved my lips down to the little part of her neck that was exposed and kissed it. It just felt weirdly natural and was just meant to be an affectionate nibble but as my lips touched her skin I felt her tremble, just slightly.

"Ohhh, that's nice," she so softly murmured almost purring with no hint of pulling away from me.

I nuzzled for a few seconds more, and now having a little more confidence, I bent forward a little and tentatively, kissed her. That first kiss. That slow, soft, sensual kiss. Those lips, so warm, so incredibly soft, so moist.

Taking her face in my hands I kissed her again, only with even more meaning. She returned my kisses, her lips parting just far enough for her to run the tip of her tongue over mine. I was instantly transported to a higher place. It felt as if I, ...we, were floating slightly above the office floor.

As we continued kissing, she slowly raised her arms above my shoulders and locked her hands behind my head pulling it in closer, harder to her. I moved my right hand up her back, over her shoulder, and the other one I moved down low, around her waist, as I moved my tongue past her warm, moist, soft lips, to explore her mouth, to meet her tongue. I had enjoyed kissing in the past, but this was at a new level. The softness combined with the slow and delicate exploring movements we were making in unison, just served to heighten the feeling of completeness that I had never experienced before with just a kiss.

We were both breathing hard as we stopped kissing and our eyes met again. I told her I had wanted to do that ever since I had gotten to know her, shortly after I started working here. She just smiled and said, "Me too." After what seemed like an eternity, but would only have been a few more moments, I bent my head and kissed her lightly on the side of her neck again. A small murmur escaped her lips. She made no attempt to pull away. I continued kissing her neck moving toward her throat. My right hand moved back over and up her shoulder and went up to the softness of the nape of her neck and I started to gently caress it. Another slight moan. Again, no attempt to pull away. I paused for a moment. I told her that she had an effect on me that was more than physical... that it was in here, (touching my head), and in here, (touching my heart), as well.

I moved my lips from the side of her neck up to her ear lobes and ever so lightly nuzzled them. First, gently sucking on one of her lobes them moving my lips down the side of her face and down until I met her mouth again. We kissed. Her lips were so soft and warm and yielding. I moved my right hand back over her shoulders and then up and down her back a few times, and then I moved it down over the soft curve of her buttocks and pressed her close to me. No resistance from her at all. I was rapidly becoming breathless and I could feel her chest heaving as she pressed into me.

My hand moved from her buttocks and up her side. It moved until I found her breast, which I cupped and gently squeezed up from the bottom. I could just hear a slight intake of air. And again, no sign of resistance. No sign of protest.

It had happened!! Something wonderful had happened.

I was fondling her breast, even though it was covered by a blouse and bra, it was something I had imagined doing for such a long long time now. That I had fantasized about, but never dared dream it might happen. I had no real idea of their real size or shape or feel, because she was always covered up at work and that had intrigued me. The clothes she wore at work did not give any clue as to her real body shape. Except sometimes when the sides of her cardigan fell away, it did seem to indicate her breasts might be a generously proportioned.

The most I had previously seen of her body was at the last work Christmas function. Then I had seen more of her body than I had ever seen before, and that had simply whetted my appetite even more. From what I had previously thought to be quite small breasts, I now found that they appeared to be reasonably large. And now I was actually fondling one! And she was letting me! I could feel myself flushing red.

I now slowly moved my lips down from Angela's mouth, down the front of her neck, her throat, whilst at the same time moving my hand off her breast and up to the top button of her blouse which I then started to undo. I undid the next button, and then the next as my mouth moved down her neck and now over the heaving mounds of her bra covered breasts.

I undid all the buttons of her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. All the time I was kissing the mounds of her breasts, moving at times up to her throat and back again, as I removed her blouse and dropped it on the floor. Then I stood back a little and looked at her.

She looked fantastic in her light-blue soft feel bra under which I could make out the prominent points of erect nipples.

Initially she just stood there, but then a very very cheeky expression lit up her face as she pulled her left bra cup down under her left breast exposing it in all its glorious beauty.

As mentioned earlier, I had dreamed about something like this but I was not prepared for the beauty of that breast. Nor was I prepared for the sensuality of the vision before me. It was absolutely fantastic! My hand reached up and I gently fondled it. God! It felt so good. I simply cannot describe the fantastic feeling that goes through me when I touch a woman's breasts for the very first time. It is a magic magic feeling.

I was amazed, not only at the size of her breast, but also its firmness as I took it in my right hand, kneading it and rubbing my palm over it, listening to her encouraging moans, as I gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

And with saying that, I lowered my mouth to the exposed nipple and licked it, slowly circling her areola in smaller and smaller circles, until my lips latched onto that nipple and sucked it, first softly, and then a little harder until she leaned in towards me and started moaning again. "Ohhhhh, that is sooooo nice," she whispered.

My left hand now moved up to her still covered right breast. As I worked my tongue on her left breast, I slowly increased the pressure with my hand on her right nipple, until she was gasping from my pinching of her hardened nub. And even more exciting was Angela's continued pressing of her vulva against my cock. I swear I could feel the heat radiating from it.

I must have gently squeezed and kneaded that beautiful breast for what must have been a few minutes before moving my head down and taking her nipple in my mouth again. It was ecstasy! Angela's breasts were firm but soft at the same time. I sucked and rolled my tongue around the areola before firmly taking the nipple in my mouth and giving it a long suck. Another groan. I then reached around behind her and undid her bra. The weight of her remaining bra-encased breast caused it to drop as it was removed. I don't know if I'm strange but I absolutely love that split-second moment when a woman's bra is undone and her breasts drop that little bit to their free unhindered state, that split-second moment that lets you know her breasts are yours. Her now naked exposed breasts were beautiful.

I fondled both breasts. Then I leaned down and kissed one nipple, and then the other and then back to the first. I repeated this over and over again. I was in absolute heaven!

And it reminded me of a time when Angela had been sitting in front of a general purpose computer terminal in the general office and when I went over to ask her something, subconsciously leaned back in her chair, thereby thrusting out her breasts which were by then straining the blouse. It truly was a beautiful sight and she must have sensed my awe, as she sat forward and pulled her cardigan back over her breasts. It took me a little while before I was able to speak, and even then, when I did, my voice croaked. Damn, I felt embarrassed.

But I digress again.

Angela was moaning.

I moved my hand down and reached around behind her. Looking for the button or whatever on the back of her skirt that would allow me to remove it. I found a loop, a button, and then a zip. I undid all and let her skirt fall to the floor.

My hand moved down over the front of her stomach until I was able to cup the fullness of her vulva with my hand. I massaged it for a while and then moved my hand up to the top of her panties and hooked my fingers in on one side. My other hand hooked my fingers in to the other side of her panties and then I pulled them down. As they came down I knelt down in unison. My hands went to the floor as I removed her panties completely and my face was level with her pussy.

I kneeled before her as if to worship a goddess, and pushed my face into her crotch, sniffing loudly as I took in her scent, the scent of a female in heat, as she stepped out of her panties.

Once the panties had been discarded my hands went to her pussy and I spread her outer lips allowing me to run my tongue over and then along her inner ones. Then her clit. I then stood up, took her hand and we went into the empty office next door.

"Where are ... we... going ...?"

I noticed her words had begun to fade, and that she was staring at the lump in the front of my trousers. I also noticed that she was breathing deeply, the rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic. Her nipples were clearly hard and needing more attention.

I led her into the vacant office next door and lay her on the desk spreading her legs exposing the most wonderful sight. Her beautiful pussy. It had just the smallest tightly trimmed bush in the shape of a very short thin runway just above the very top of her puffy slit, the remainder was shaven clean!

I kissed my way up her thighs until I was once again lightly licking her soft lips. Taking my time as I worked my way inside her, I pulled her legs wider and closer to the edge of the desk. Then I put my tongue just inside her, listening to her moans, and began to slide it down, and then up, and then back and forth along the inside her tasty, juicy pussy.

I began to lick her, nibble on her tender lips, and use a couple of fingers on her. I just pushed them in a little and softly worked her clit over and over. She was really getting into it...actually lifting her lower body up a bit, while she was groaning, biting her lower lip, and telling me she could not remember the last time she had felt so good.

As she grabbed my head and nearly suffocated me between her strong legs, she started moaning loudly. She said, "Ohh My Goood, I think, I think, Yes, Yes...I'm Cuuumming! Oh My God, I'm Cumming!! Oh Yes, Oh Yes...Oh,

Oh,...Oh...Oh....Oh my god, YES!!"

Her pussy was already engorged and the thick outer lips were just bulging out on both sides.

I waited a couple of minutes for her to calm down and then I then knelt down in front of her and started eating her very wet pussy again.

I inserted and removed and inserted my finger again in her pussy until she was almost coming again. I would then withdraw my finger. I moved my lips up her body still withdrawing and inserting my finger into her sopping wet pussy over and over again.

She groaned when I withdrew my mouth and fingers, asking, "Why are you stopping?"

"I need to get inside you," I replied.

"Yes... I need you too."

"I don't have a condom."

"Pull out before you cum... I'm, ...I don't have protection."

"God, I want you so much," I said "But I would hate for an accident to happen. I couldn't do that to you... I've waited so long. I can wait for another time."

"Shut up and fuck me David. My period finished yesterday so I'm hopefully in my safe time so I'm okay."

"Angela I've had feelings for you for a long time. I will try, but I don't know if I will be able to pull out in time if we go ahead. Holding you, touching you just feels so incredibly good. And if I'm inside you..."

"I'm prepared to take that chance David. I've fantasized about you for years."

I bent forward to kiss her then straightening up I unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and let them drop to the ground before removing my boxers to expose my still rock-hard cock, now with the head covered in pre-cum.

I stood up and moved close to Angela until the tip of my cock was just touching the opening of her pussy.

I moved my hands up and ran them all over her body and, as I got to, and felt, her breasts, I then I slid my cock into the opening of her pussy after rubbing the head along her soaking wet slit. Despite her wetness, it was still tight due I guess, to her never having had children, and I suspect it had also been some time since she'd had sex. But my cock finally slipped in. I then went back to feeling both breasts as I slowly bit by bit slid my cock further and further into her.

She said "Yessss," and I felt a tremor run through her body as she abandoned herself to me, to our union.

Pausing my movements, teasingly, I asked, "Do you really want me to continue?" while moving my cock ever so slightly and slowly backwards and forwards into her pussy.

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" she asked, "Fuck me!" and with that she raised herself up on her elbows and gave me a kiss and then she looked down to watch my cock sliding in her vagina.

Angela leaned in against me for one more kiss as she felt my cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her. Again, the feeling when you put your cock into a woman for the very first time is a mind-blowing experience. I moved closer to her as my cock slid slowly all the way into her wet pussy.

She let go of me and lay back down on the desk. I then paused before I started slowing moving in and out but it wasn't very long before I started pumping hard. Then it happened!