FRIDAY! The end of a long week was finally here and I was excited about getting out of the office. I worked downtown which meant a high rise building filled with busy people coming in and out at all hours of the day. If I'm completely honest, I have no idea what most of the people in my office did let alone the building, but they all looked very important in their suits and professional hairdos. I was in a tech company which meant most of my days were spent staring at a screen, or in meetings with one or two of my co-workers pitching to potential clients. I made good money and was happy with what I had achieved in my almost 40 (read: slightly more than 40) years spinning around the sun.
My co-workers were great fun and we spent most Friday afternoons after work (or sometimes a little earlier) drinking together and sharing war stories from the week. One coworker especially, Sarah, and I had gotten along really well since she started 8 or 9 months ago. We played pranks on each other and joked most days which definitely raised the interest from other co-workers who questioned how close we actually were. Sarah was the same age as me and had recently become single after a painful divorce which had led to her becoming a bit more risqué with her behavior. There was nothing between us though, it was just fun to have someone to be silly with at work. She'd met my wife Kate and my twin daughters Delia and Cassie at a number of work functions, so we all knew where we stood.
Sarah was pretty, but it was her attitude and friendliness that made her especially attractive to the guys she was dating and the people around her. She was one of the guys when it came to watching sports, drinking beers, or having a lewd conversation at one of the Friday night drinks nights. She was a 5'10" dark blonde with wavy hair flowing just past her shoulders. She was slim and toned after years of pilates and yoga that she loved to talk about, and sometimes even did on lunch breaks at work. We all knew this because she would get changed into her yoga outfit at work and would parade past us with her firm ass poking out just nicely from her lower back, laughing that we should all get back to work. Being newly single, she absolutely loved the attention she got when she got changed and ate up every moment. She would do extra laps of the office completely unnecessarily so that we could all see just how fit she had become since her divorce. The days when Sarah was headed to yoga were especially loved by the guys in the office who would circulate the word if we knew what was coming so we could all get a good spot to watch.
She'd round the corner out from the bathrooms and you could normally audibly hear a slight gasp as her breasts led the way. With C or even D cups protruding out of her toned frame, she would often only wear a sports bra as a top which would leave very little to the imagination. In a suit, she always had her shirt buttons arranged in a way that teased so much without really showing anything at all. A few times I'd had the benefit of her leaning over my desk to tell me something and her top would hang just a little bit further out from her chest than normal, giving me a sneak peak of whatever she was wearing and her lovely tits. I was very happy at home and had honestly never considered doing anything but it didn't hurt to look and hope to see a little something to brighten a gloomy Tuesday. She would often wear bright colored bras which could be slightly seen through her white shirts. Those days were my favorite.
On this particular Friday afternoon, she was wearing a dark suit and a white shirt which looked even further unbuttoned than usual. She'd leaned over my desk earlier in the day to quickly chat to me before a meeting and I'd seen a bright pink bra poking just slightly out. It looked amazing, and I couldn't help but get a little extra look as she moved to walk away. At around 4 o'clock, the office was really starting to get restless and we all agreed that we'd go out a little earlier than normal; surely we deserved it. We headed to the local bar that we frequented on Friday nights and as we entered we all yelled "hello!" as we all filed in. After the first few rounds of drinks, the group was getting louder and more raucous and it was clear that this Friday night drinks session wasn't going to be a quick one. Nobody had anywhere to go so our group filled a number of tables throughout the bar and threw back a few extra rounds on the company.
I was sitting at a table of 6 with two women, including Sarah next to me, Vicky across from me and 4 other guys positioned around the table (Tim, Rob, Scott, and Michael). We were talking about the upcoming weekend and what we were all up to. Vicky was explaining that she had a big weekend of kids birthday parties coming up this weekend. As the attention switched to Scott, I felt a hand on my leg and looked down and realized that Sarah, who was listening and laughing along with Scott intently, had dropped her left hand under the table which was now resting on my thigh. I wouldn't have thought anything of it but I could have sworn I felt a slight squeeze, and a rub up and down as she laughed. I tried to listen to Scott who was talking about a trip he and his family were planning for later in the year, but I was finding it difficult. When Rob got up from the table to go get another round of drinks, Sarah yelled after him, "and get a round of shots while you're there!" to which the table all had a good laugh. Tonight was definitely going south fast. We had ordered some food to try and counteract what kind of disaster we were headed into which was lucky so there was something to pick through on the table while we drank.
When Rob returned, Sarah's hand was still on my lap, but hidden by the table so I don't think anyone had noticed. Rob had indeed brought back a round of shots which he had left to the barman to decide on so it was a lucky dip. I reached in and grabbed my shot, as did the other 5 and we lifted them in the air, "To weekends!" I cheered, "TO WEEKENDS!" they responded and connected the glasses in the air. As I reached my shot towards my face, the hand on my thigh moved over my crotch, instantly gaining a reaction from me. With a light squeeze as I swallowed my tequila (gah!). I knew that Sarah couldn't possibly have done that by accident. The light touch was definitely enough to get me slightly hard which in the suit pants I was wearing was very noticeable. I could feel Sarah's fingers now tracing the outside of my cock up and down, only ever so slightly but I could feel everything. I almost spat the shot but managed to get it down. My heart was racing, what was Sarah doing? This was unlike her. Even though we were known to have a good and friendly flirt in the office, we had barely ever even hugged let alone given each other a handjob under a table. My mind was reeling when suddenly she lifted her hands in the air and yelled "Well I need to pee!" and the group laughed. "Off you go then," yelled Rob, "fuck off!" to more laughs.
I shuffled out from the table to let Sarah out and had to flap my suit jacket around myself slightly in order to cover my growing erection. I sat back down and tried to tune back into what the group was talking. I glanced over at Sarah as she walked to the bathroom and noticed she had a little extra wiggle in her walk as she paced away meaningfully. Her hair was tied up and tight behind her head in a bun which definitely played up the suit and powerful woman image. Her butt's shape was definitely also highlighted by the pencil skirt she was wearing, again not helping my situation. I could have sworn she threw a little smile at me as she turned to go down the corridor towards the bathroom but at this point, I could have been imagining it.
A few minutes later, with my cock softening, I realized that I too did actually need to piss. The group on our table had started talking to some others so few noticed that I had gotten up. I high-fived some other co-workers at the bar and dodged a tray of shots that were coming through to my table as I walked towards the bathroom. I felt like I needed to look around to make sure nobody saw that I was going as well but that was silly, I was just going to piss. I walked down the short corridor towards the bathrooms and suddenly had my arm pulled from my left. It pulled me into another door on my left, across from the bathroom entrance on the right. I noticed that the door was marked "Staff Only" as I whizzed into the room and it shut behind me. It was dark but it was obviously Sarah who had pulled me in from the silhouette I could make out; what the fuck was she doing. I know I shouldn't have but I felt my cock shift again in my pants. Suddenly the light came on and without a moment to think, Sarah had thrown my back against a wall and had made a move to kiss me. I didn't move fast enough, or maybe didn't want to, and let her plant her lips on mine, they were soft and wet. Slightly parted, she twisted her head to force my mouth open and thrust her tongue into mine.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned into my mouth.
I so wanted to push her back and ask her what the fuck she was doing. The drinks had taken a hold though and the moment was so spontaneous and sexy that I found it difficult to pull reality back into the forefront of my mind. Instead, I responded by kissing her back and opening my mouth even more. Sarah's hands were all over me and I responded in kind. I grabbed her ass which was exactly as firm as I had always imagined. I massaged it through the back of her skirt and she moaned a little louder. The bar luckily had music on loudly, which on top of the roar of chatter meant that there was no chance we were going to get caught unless someone walked in. Oh God, I hope nobody comes in.
Our mouths separated momentarily, and I tried to get a word in. "Sarah! What ar..." and with that, she slammed her lips back onto mine moaning even louder as if to try and drown out what I was about to ask. Shit she tasted good, she had a bit of a sweetness from all the drinks we'd been having and it was intoxicating, if not literally.
She pulled my jacket off and threw it aside, and did the same for herself. I could now see her pink bra even more and the beginnings of her beautiful breasts as she'd undone a few more of her shirt buttons since coming in here. She was very fit, it was becoming harder to ignore. In fact, it took all my self-control not to lose control when she again started rubbing my cock over my trousers, which was now growing quite hard. Still kissing me she moved her hands to start undoing my belt. It was here that I realized I really had to do something or we were going to be fucking each other right there. In my state right now I wanted to, but deep down I knew I had to stop this. We were drunk, we were co-workers. I HAD A FAMILY!
"Sarah, we can't," I fumbled out as she got the belt out of its first lock.
"We can, and I will," she replied, looking at me with her brown eyes in a way that I'm pretty sure I should have been afraid of.
"You know I have a family, I have a wife," I pleaded.
"I know you do, Jake, and you've also got a cock that I have wanted to see for some time now, so shut up."
