I had just finished work late again. The thought of walking to my car in the dark in the early hours of the morning by myself seemed a bit daunting. As I got ready to leave the office, I saw you.
"Heading home?" I asked with hope in my voice.
"Yes, are you?"
I nodded. "Fancy walking me to my car?"
You replied, "No problem. Think I'm parked near you anyway."
As we headed out to the lift, I could hardly contain myself. I'd fancied you for ages, how could I not? You are tall with an athletic build and got such a cheeky smile that I just want to kiss you.
As we got out of the lift I had to resist the urge to touch you, to squeeze your bum. With us both not being free agents it was a risk I couldn't take in case someone from work saw us.
We always kept it professional at work with odd pleasantries exchanged. We couldn't take the risk of anyone finding out what we talked about when we were alone.
After a few weeks of talking our friendly conversations became filled with flirty banter. This then turned more sexual to the point where we began sexting and exchanging nude photos.
Not a day went by that we didn't talk about what we would do if we got the chance. How I longed for you to take me and treat me like the dirty cheating wife I am. I wanted so much for you to kiss me, touch me and use me.
As we walked along the street there was no one else around as its the early hours of the morning. It was just us in a sea of darkness.
We talked and laughed about what had happened during our shift and you couldn't resist turning an innocent conversation dirty. I did my best to flirt back with you but felt my game wasn't as strong as yours.
As we talked we playful pushed each other and found ways to touch each other.
As we got to our cars I turned to say goodnight. I didn't want to leave you just yet, I was enjoying the banter. And truth be told, I'd been aching for you to make a move.
Even though we had talked about being more than friends, our situation was complicated. I decided I didn't want to push anything so made to get into my car.
I stopped when I felt you grab my wrist. You pulled me that hard towards you that I slammed up against you. I could see you looking at me, searching my eyes for something; permission or rejection.
As I looked back at you I wasn't sure what to do. I was thinking, kiss me, but the words didn't leave my mouth, so I moved my head closer to yours. In an instant your lips were on mine, our tongues colliding, swirling in and out of each others mouths.
Desire coursed through my body, and I went weak at the knees. I was putty in your hands. You could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have stopped you.
You pushed me up against the car and pinned me against it with your body, your hips pushing into my groin so that I could feel your dick through our clothing. I reached down to rub it through your trousers and heard you take a sharp breath.
Your hand moved to my breast, cupping it and squeezing it through my low cut top, before you slipped your hand in and pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing my flesh.
Your fingers played with my nipple, squeezing it until it became hard. Between the kissing, rubbing your cock and you playing with my nipple, I was a mess.