Workplace Sex Story

Workplace Sex Story Submitted By Abbhi

If you enter my office, the first thing you are bound to notice is my secretary Laxmi. She sits right outside my office, facing the main door, and has been refusing to be moved from there. You will notice her not just because she is out there in the front, but because she has a personality and body which no one can ignore. She is petite and very fair, has large black eyes, and jet black hair. She can say so many things with her eyes, just looking at you. That is why a shy person like me.

But wait, let me not get ahead of the story. The next thing which you are bound to notice depends on whether she is standing or sitting, and whether she is facing you or has turned around. You know what I mean. Well, now let's move on.

One Sunday afternoon, I was alone in the office. I had been away on tour for almost a week and had returned only the previous evening. Usually, when I work on a holiday - which I often do - I lock the outer office door and work in my inner office. I have a rather large couch in my office's inner area to rest when I feel tired. But that day I had left the outer door open on purpose for I was waiting for my secretary.

The previous evening, when she was leaving, I requested that she come on Sunday to attend some urgent work. As I sat there, going through the pile of papers on my table, I saw a shadow on my table and looked up to see my secretary Laxmi, peering through the office door.

As I looked at her, she said, "May I come in, sir?" "Please come in, Laxmi," I said, "I have called you for some personal work today," I said. What I did not say aloud was that she was welcome at any time. She was a watcher's delight, and, every day as she sat in the outer office, I watched her beautiful behind all day through the one way glass of my office. I get to see the front view, only when she comes in.

Her presence always excites me sexually. I had sensed that she felt the same in my presence. However, matters had not progressed beyond flirting when our fingertips touched during the course of work, sending electrifying waves to my brain.

When this incident happened, Laxmi had been with me for six months, minus the one month leave she had taken recently and had joined only a week back. Now, as she entered my office, her blouse slipped a few inches down from one shoulder. I realized that she was wearing a beautifully embroidered bra under her semitransparent white silk blouse. The edges of the bra and spaghetti thin elastic straps formed a beautiful pattern and were visible through the thin translucent blouse material.

"I learned from the office staff that you often come alone to the office on Sundays," Laxmi said. "You wanted to meet me alone?" "Yes. Please lock the door, so that we are not disturbed and then take a seat." I invited her. She turned the key in the lock without question and came and sat in front of me, resting her elbows on my tabletop and joining her fingers under her chin. This way, I had a closer view of her milky, white breasts - one was partially hidden under the blouse, but the beautiful pattern on the other one was now clearly visible at close range.

She saw where I was looking, and her eyes quickly looked down at her own bosom. But without making any move to lift the blouse back in its position, she looked back with smoldering eyes straight in mine. She knew I was watching her breasts, and she was clearly challenging me to squeeze them. With that glance, at that moment, I knew that she and I were going to be full-fledged lovers before we left the office that afternoon.

This simple exchange in glances immediately set things rolling. Color started rising in her cheeks, and I could feel the moment was exciting her as much as it was exciting to me. Her cheeks were now a rosy pink, and her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

I decided it was high time to take the initiative that, in most cases, even a sexually aroused female wants the male to take. All of a sudden, I leaned forward across the table and inserted my index and middle finger underneath her blouse and bra; I felt the soft yet taut, fair surface of her breast, but withdrew my hand quickly before she could react. Although my movements were a surprise to her, her body had reacted involuntarily and thrust her breast forward in anticipation.

As I quickly withdrew my hand, a gasp escaped her half-parted lips; it seemed more out of disappointment than surprise. "I think an insect, most probably an ant, has entered your bra. But it moved deeper before I could catch it." "My God!" she exclaimed, "what will I do now? What if the ant bites my soft breasts. You must have felt how soft I am there." It was obvious that she was responding to my ploy positively. "We will have to look deeper under your bra to catch it," I said. "Please look wherever you think it is necessary to look - but please remove the insect, please."

She begged, and inserting her hand under her blouse bra began searching. I got up from my chair and walked over so that I was behind her chair. She leaned back and looked at me with her head thrown back. I held her small but firm breasts in my palms and started feeling under the fabric. "I will check both your breasts simultaneously," I said, "so that it should not run from one to the other as I try to catch it." "This is a very good idea," said Laxmi, "please take both of them and check thoroughly." I cupped both her breasts in my palms and started rubbing them gently. However, I did not touch the area of her nipples directly.

"Did you catch it?" she asked, "please catch it as early as possible." "I think the fabric is coming in the way..." I said. "Then remove it forthwith," she gave me full permission. Standing close to her, and with her face turned up towards me, I noticed a tiny mole on her upper lip. Her lips were half parted, and her breathing had become faster. My own breathing had become rather heavy in anticipation of the promise of the wonderful afternoon of sex awaiting me.

I placed my lips on hers and put only a slight pressure on them. This again, was not anticipated by her. In the brief second, she realized that I was kissing her; her lips had already started reacting involuntarily by pressing back against my lips.

Laxmi invited me into further action. Without a word, I instantly moved my hands to her blouse and undid all the buttons. My action was so quick; she was left gasping. Then slowly and deliberately, I pushed the two open front pieces of her blouse aside, and pushing them a few inches off her beautiful round shoulders, started examining her bra-clad breasts methodically. An exotic perfume filled my nostrils. She must have applied it under her arms. I touched the skin between her cleavage tentatively with my fingers and then moved them all over her bra.

Blood rushed to her cheeks. I bent forward to get a better view, and my cheek almost touched hers. A few stray curls of her hair that had come loose from her braid brushed against my cheek. Very tenderly, I squeezed her breasts. "Please check them thoroughly," she whispered, "I am really scared of insects."

She raised herself from the chair so that I could slide the blouse down her arms. In doing so, her breasts jutted forward and outward. I took off her blouse; it had the exhilarating mixture of the scent of the sweat from her armpits and the scent she had applied. I caught her upturned chin and once again placed my lips on hers. This time her response was quick and complete.

Before I had time to pull back, she started a very wet and passionate kiss. Losing control, I, too, started kissing back with equal fervor. Our lips curled against each other, and tiny sounds escaped at intervals from our moist mouths. I started moving my palms over her shoulders, which were now naked except for the bra straps. I traced the straps down to the bra cups. It has always surprised me that hard breasts have very soft skin. I moved my hands all around them and then squeezed them again. She let go of a sigh of desire and slumped back against me.

I moved my hands down towards her flat belly and started circling her navel in a slow, gentle motion. With this, she moved out of the chair, with a flurry of her dropped blouse showing me her beautiful slim feminine figure. Her behind was flared slightly at the hips. I had a full erection by this time, and she glanced directly at my trouser front while closing in with me.

After she unbuttoned a couple of my shirt buttons, she inserted her palm and started caressing my chest. Now it was my turn to gasp with excitement as she lightly touched the areola around my nipples. Her own lips twisted with anticipation as her fingers reached one nipple. I reached down and put my hand over her exposed waist and started caressing it.

At this she looked up at me; her light brown eyes were filled with a simple, pure, unashamed but innocent desire for sex with me; it may sound strange to call the desire for sex 'innocent,' but that is the only word I can think of for what I saw in her eyes.

She responded by thrusting both her hands on my chest and gripping each of my nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each of her hands. As she did this, she raised her face and looked up at me longingly. The next moment we were kissing like mad. This time she opened her mouth, and my tongue went into it, tasting the salty taste of her mouth.

Our tongues met hungrily, twisting and coiling against each other like two snakes making love. I moved my hands holding her just above the buns and held her tightly pressing her crotch against mine. She, too, moved closer and pressed her crotch and moved it against my erection. I responded by dipping my hands under her sari at the back and top of her panties and felt the rising slope of her buns.

With this, I brought my hand to the front of her waist and slowly moved to her thighs with my hands as I said this. I could feel the smooth skin all over the front and back of her thighs through her panties' thin silk fabric.

Once again, she gave me that sweet, innocent yet carnal smile, looking back over her shoulder, and once again, our lips locked in a wet kiss. We kissed hungrily. This so aroused her that she started grinding her buns on my erection.

"May I now open and see what it is up to?" And without waiting for my permission, she knelt in front of me and started unzipping my trousers. As she knelt in front of me, I had a superb view of her beautiful shoulders and the beautiful skin on the bulge of her breasts.

While on the rear, her slim waist expanded from her bikini cord into a neat bottom with two beautiful naked silky buttocks. She undid the zipper and putting her hand inside grasped my cock beneath the brief. It expanded under her firm caress. Looking up at me, she said with a sweet smile. With loving hands, she slid my trousers, caressingly down my thighs.

Simultaneously I reached and started caressing her bare shoulders. When the trousers reached my ankles, she held them down with the toes of her feet, while I stepped out of them. In the meanwhile, Laxmi started moving her fingers through the curls on my thighs. Then as she once again put her hands on the waistband of my shorts and inserted two fingers to pull them down. I drew her up to me and began passionately kissing her.

We kissed each other for an even longer time, while my hands undid the clasp of her bra on her back. As the two straps on the back hung loose and slid down, I started caressing her back. She moved closer and embraced me tightly, rubbing her now unsupported breasts under her bra's cloth on my naked chest.

Simultaneously our crotches met and rubbed against each other. I pushed her away, and holding the two straps on her shoulders pushed them down her arms. She responded by squealing with delight as I caught her naked breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently. Then slowly, I released them and bent forward to view them.

I started sucking her nipple, and it started erecting and further growing in my mouth. I let it out of my mouth and took the other beauty in my lips. But with my fingers, I kept rubbing the nipple, which I had just let off my mouth.

Laxmi held my face tightly against her bosom and kept caressing my ears, kissing my forehead and murmuring under her breath. Now I started moving my hands down her back and soon reached the waistband of her thong. She opened her buns by bending her knees. I took her invitation and started rubbing the thin cord into her behind. She started squirming and holding my hand in her buns by pressing them together. I pushed them aside by holding each in one palm and then with the forefinger of my right hand, slid the now wet cord aside and started rubbing her there.

She stood naked in front of me with our clothes strewn all over my office. She said, and holding the elastic in the waistband pulled my me down. I stepped out of it and stood with my cock sticking out in front of me. I then led her by her hand to the couch inside and made her sit on it.

She parted her thighs and kneeling in front of her I pushed her back so I could have a good look at her beautiful mons. She was smooth-shaven there. The outer lips were slightly wrinkled and darker in color compared to the skin on her thighs. The inner ones were pinkish and glistening. They led to the wonderful mound, which sat on top of them. I put a finger on it and started massaging it slowly in a circular motion. As I bent forward to have a closer look, the sweet aroma emanating from there hit me in the face.

I inserted a finger gently in her. She squirmed and grasped it with her muscles. Slowly I moved it in circles, and she released it. It went smoothly in the slick hole. I operated it a few times tentatively. "Push it deeper," she urged.

I now used my index finger along with the middle finger and started probing deeper. I moved the fingers around. She lay still savoring the movement for some time. Then bending forward to look at me, she reached forward and extracting my fingers, I stood up in front of her. She clasped my cock in her hand, and bending forward started examining it. She caressed the scrotum with the other hand gently tracing the ducts which emerged from the testicles upwards.

She looked at the tip of my penis and seeing the little drop of fluid which had appeared there, gave it a quick lick. She sucked slowly and lovingly on it, then when she started putting it deeper, I stopped her.

I pushed her back and plunged onward as she fell backward. She opened her thighs wide and guided my cock in her gaping hole as I lay on top of her. "Put it deeper, deeper," she said in my ears.

"Thrust harder, harder against the walls of my vagina." She started raising her pelvis to meet my thrusts, keeping the rhythm. Soon the room was filled with sounds of her moaning, my grunts and the slick, liquid sounds that were emanating from the sacred union of our organs.

I humped her faster and faster until she screamed out in orgasm. Soon we were both crying out in bliss, and then it was all quiet except for our labored breathing as I lay on top of her. My fantasy was finally fulfilled, and much to my delight so was hers. We never did find the ant. :-)