My Work Wife

You were lying there napping so peacefully, wearing a modest outfit that left enough to the imagination. You wore a cute sweater, and wrapping your fit legs were the black leggings, which I continually die to see. I walked up to your resting body cautiously, waiting to see if you heard me enter the room. To my pleasant surprise, you had not.

I steadily approached your deltoid, making sure not to awake you, as you looked so peaceful lying there. Your body looked incredible, as it always does. Do you wear those beautiful leggings that just hug your toned, tight-fit legs, the ones that always grab my attention every single day? When I get the rare chance to see you stand up on camera during one of our many talks together, you wear this comfortable, cute, cozy hoodie that leaves so much to the imagination, teasing me about what's underneath.

As I walk up to you slowly, I glance at your body, feeling fortunate to have the opportunity to gaze over you without you catching me staring for too long or seeing me drooling over the thought of getting to see more. Much to my luck, you are in a deep sleep. I lightly touch your hands and give your body a glance, a once-over, to see where I would like to begin, knowing that I might have only a short time to feel you, to touch you, and to live out a fantasy of experiencing your body.

Resting my hand upon your thigh, I feel its sculpted nature and perfect perfection. This has been one of my greatest fantasies; legs on a woman are my biggest turn-on, and yours are the height of my wish list. I slowly feel your legs up and down, feeling the perfection of your body. I am instantly turned on, living out a fantasy that I've thought about for over a year. I realize that you are in such a deep sleep that even my caressing does absolutely nothing. You are in a deep, restful peace, allowing me to live out this fantasy that I'm about to take further.

I think to myself, "She's always wearing these hoodies, sweaters, and big jackets. What is she hiding underneath?" So, I slowly lift up your hoodie, and to my delight, you have nothing underneath. I feel your toned waist, the smooth skin of your body, and I reach further, hoping against hope that maybe I'll get lucky. You're not even wearing a bra, and deep down, I think you were perhaps hoping this would happen, given the rarity of my visits.

As I reach my hands higher, feeling every inch of your toned core, I softly cup your warm breast; they are the perfect size, shape, and amount to fit the palm of my hands. When I feel your nipple poking through my fingers, it almost begs me to grab, pull, and massage it. I quickly pull away, noticing your head turned slightly as I was massaging your nipple. I ponder how I'm going to explain my actions, even though I secretly know you might want this.

I give it a moment for no further movement. Now I'm curious. Are you wearing a thong? Ever so gently, I reach down between your legs and graze your mound, putting one or two fingers softly to your slit to see if I could feel that extra layer of fabric. I come to find that you are a dirty girl with other intentions as well. Not only are you not wearing any underwear, but you're slightly wet.

I rub my finger back and forth ever so slightly, and at the same time, reach back under your hoodie to cup and massage your breast and nipple. Your skin feels so good against my fingertips that I can feel the blood in my body making its way south. I am past the point of being just turned on; I'm slightly getting hard, enjoying your resting body. At this point, my hands are in your clothes. I'm rubbing your clit and massaging your chest. None of this is waking you up; I can see that your body seems even more at peace now, starting to feel a little pleasure, so I decide to push the boundaries a bit further.

I want to see more of your body, so I lift your hoodie over your breasts up to your chin, gazing at a beauty I could never have imagined. You have the most beautiful chest, the most well-rounded and perfect-sized breasts I've ever seen. Not even a fantasy could describe how stunning they are and how desperately I've been wanting to see them.

Now, I slowly and ever so lightly grab your leggings to pull them down from your waist, eager to see the legs I've been fantasizing about. In my moment of enjoyment with your breasts and feeling your slit, I almost forget about your gorgeous big ass, a showstopper and relationship-ruiner. I struggle to bring your leggings down; I reach underneath your ass, cupping each cheek and enjoying the sensation, feeling overwhelmed by how perfect it is to finally have your cheeks in my hands. I manage to pull down your leggings beneath your buttocks, down to your knees, all the way to your ankles.

Now that you are practically naked, I step back and gaze. Your body is so beautiful that I decide to start at your ankles, kissing my way upward, making stops, especially at your slit. I long to taste your wetness as I make my way up, feeling your ass in my hands, massaging it before I go down with my tongue.

Looking back up to ensure you haven't moved, I see, to my fortune, you're still resting peacefully. At this moment, I decide I want to try you and taste you, so I lick your clit, relishing the most delicious wetness I've ever experienced. I want it so badly, but I realize that as soon as I lick your clit, your head turns as if in pleasure--not more to indicate you're waking up.

Knowing full well that you might wake up and get upset with me for taking full advantage of your body, I still take the risk. After a few minutes of licking you while watching your head go back and forth, still deep in sleep, I decide I need to kiss my way up your body, continue kissing your abdomen and chest, and as I try one of your nipples in my mouth, I lick, suck, and nibble lightly, watching as this also gains a reaction from you.

Standing back up, I want to take in the full view of your body, considering if I might be pushing my luck too far. I pull out my member and decide to let you rest while I enjoy myself. As I lower my jeans and hold my member in one hand, I think, "I've already been lucky enough; why not go all the way?"

I move to your head, legs on either side of you, looking down your body as you display your perfect breasts, gorgeous hips, toned legs, and beautiful slit, now oozing with wetness. Leaning down, I give you a soft kiss on the lips while slowly jerking myself, savoring this moment and fantasizing about what it would be like to have you enjoy me all day, every day.

Looking back at your lips, slightly open from my kiss, I think, "Let's just do this." What do I have to lose? I move my thick member closer to your slightly open mouth, resting the head on your lips. You let your mouth open naturally, allowing me to enter. You slowly begin to suck, enjoying yourself as if you were giving me the greatest head of my life.

I reach my hand out to massage your nipples again, and that's when I feel your mouth wrap around mine, creating a suction as if you want me deeper. At that moment, I hear you moan slightly as you feel the pleasure rushing through your veins. Realizing the risk, I pull my member out, frozen with both shock and nervousness, unsure of what to do, believing you were still asleep.

What I failed to realize is that you had woken up. You were not just closing down on my member; you started sucking it because you knew exactly what was going on. You recognized whose hands had been feeling your slit, whose tongue had been licking you, and whose kisses had grazed your lips. You knew exactly who it was, recalling our previous teases through messages. Instead of waking up and confirming your thoughts, you keep your eyes closed because you don't want this show to end.

Frozen for just one more moment in disbelief, I decide to move again. Instead of merely putting my dick inside you, I pull your hips, rolling you onto your side. Gazing at your gorgeous ass, I make the choice that I am going to fuck you. The colleague and friend with whom we have flirted and shared sexual innuendos for over a year now was going to have sex with you.

Grabbing your hips, I forcefully pull them closer to mine. My member enters your wet slit, eliciting a deep, long moan as if this pleasure is something you have missed for far too long. At this point, I decide to take full control of your body, not caring whether you're awake or not. I pull your hips closer, thrust deeper, enjoying how goosebumps cover your body.

At this moment, I realize while I'm enjoying you, your eyes open wide in surprise, unable to control the pleasure flooding through you. The person you've had a crush on and imagined a future with has now taken advantage of you. Although you enjoy this moment, there's a sense of wrongness intertwined with the pleasure.

For just half a second, you consider stopping me. You turn your head and reach your arm around, placing your hand on my abdomen as if to say no, let's think about what we're doing. But I swat your hand down and grab your hips tighter, forcing myself deeper until you yell out louder. Realizing there's no turning back, I decide to flip you around, throwing your legs down onto the ground and bending you over a table. I reach your arms back and grab your hair, pulling hard, fucking you harder than you've ever felt before.

This moment is either right or wrong; you've passed the point of trying to stop it. It feels too good, and you don't want it to end as I grip your hair, pulling your head back. You hit the table harder and harder, almost breaking it. You reach your first orgasm, an overwhelming rush of ecstasy flooding your body so deeply and so real that you know this won't be your last.

As I flip you over, I look down into your eyes and see the depth of pleasure within them. I want to give you everything you've ever wished for, everything you dreamed about. I reach my arms down, wrapping my hands around your neck, resting my thumbs along the curve of your throat, and with each thrust, I push deeper inside you, squeezing just a bit harder.

I fuck you harder and harder, tightening my grip as your body starts to lose control. You feel the blood rushing from your core; the lightheadedness overwhelms you. Your breathing gets heavier, and my control over your body deepens. I release and slap you across the face, urging you to wake up, then lean in, kissing you hard and sensually as our tongues dance together.

I feel your body alongside mine; we orgasm together in beautiful harmony. As we both finish, you're still lying on the table, and the evidence drips from both of us. We exchange gazes filled with understanding, our bodies having said everything that needed to be said.

Gathering your clothes neatly next to you, I pull my pants up. After we both dress, I walk over to kiss you on the lips, whispering in your ear, "Good girl," before simply walking away.