The afternoon project that soaked my face

Maria and I have always been super friendly with one another; I’ve always found her attractive but that’s never once affected my perception of her, nor has our work-friend relationship suffered due to it. We always chat, sometimes have lunch together and playfully banter with one another. I say this because, what I said the other day was not remotely out of the ordinary, and I’m still processing exactly what happened.

Back to the actual story, Maria and I were hanging around my office chatting about nothing. Maria then made a comment about how she’s noticed I’ve been losing weight, and how I’m looking nice. I responded with a simply “Thank you. You look nice today too.” She paused, said thank you then walked away. Again, nothing out the ordinary. Sometimes our conversations just end and she or I walk away.

Skip forward to about lunch time. Maria came into my office and asked if she could hang with me. Usually we don’t sit right next to each other, unless it’s at a restaurant, and just chat about nothing. This time, oddly, she sat right at my desk, directly in front of me, leaning against my desk as we talked. Her eyes never left mine, even when she was taking bites of her food. Maria asked me, point blank “what’s your opinion on relationships, romantic or not, with coworkers”. The question caught me off guard mostly because the discussion we were having was about some stupid instagram reel not 2 minutes prior. The office got super quiet for a couple minutes, but I answered truthfully that I don’t see an issue, but I know it can cause issues in the work place.

She smiled at that answer, not a happy smile. No. Something more conniving and devilish like she got exactly what she wanted. She then leaned forward more, stretching her arms and back, but when I look at her stretching I saw that she had unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse, exposing far more cleavage than normal. Instant hard on. I’ve, on occasion, fantasized and ogled her chest. Perky, big and perfect for squeezing, honestly what man wouldn’t? “What about office flings? What’s your opinion on those?” I don’t know why, but the smell of her perfume, the chain of questions and a fantastic view of her tits I turned a bright red. “I uh… well. I don’t see anything wrong with two consenting adults, I just worry how it could make work awkward.” I said, with a nervous chuckle.

At this point, I have no clue what’s happening. My fork has been in my hand, unmoved during this entire exchange. Maria stands up, straightens her skirts and buttons her blouse back up appropriately. She smiles, gives me a wink and asks if I could follow up on a project with her around 4:30 in her office. Of course, I say of course I can, but I’m not an idiot, there’s not project on her to do list this week, and my penis brain is telling me I’m going to rail the absolute hell out of her; but my logic brain is telling me she probably just wants to talk. I know she’s going through it right now as she just broke up with her long term boyfriend.

I watch her walk out of my office, the sway of her hips seemed exaggerated, and my penis brain immediately turned on. My mind racing with mental images of her on my desk. Her blouse opened and her perfect tits free and exposed to the cold office air. Her nipples perky, hard and begging to be licked and sucked. Her moans echoing in my imagination as my veiny, long cock pushed in and out of her. The way her pussy gripped me in my imagination made my actual cock feel like solid steel in my pants. The way my imagination kept going; showing me her perfect chest bouncing with each thrust. The shaking over her thighs and legs as she slowly crept up to orgasm. I was suddenly taken back to reality with the ear piercing ring of my phone.

The hours zipped by with a flurry of paperwork, phone calls and considerations of quitting. I strolled into Maria’s office around 4:30. Her door was closed but she sent me a message telling em to just walk in, she’d probably be on a call but it was ok if I just walked in and locked the door behind me. As I walked in, I saw her chair turned, her back facing me. “Maria, you’re in here right?” I asked sheepishly, not knowing what to expect in response. But what I heard confirmed my penis brain right. A soft moan, and then what sounded like something wet slapping against another wet object.

I immediately closed the door behind me, locking it as I hush-idly asked “What the fuck are you doing?” She spun her chair around, exposing her bare pussy as she masturbates. Legs up, wet, pink hole on full display as she wore a face of lust and longing. “I need you to taste me. Tell me if I’m disgusting, tell me if what my boyfriend said is true.”

To be totally honest, I didn’t even respond, my penis brain took over and I was on autopilot. I immediately kneeled down in front of her, unzipped my pants, and put my tongue right on her clit. I licked up and down once, moaning as I pulled my cock out and told her “if he told you you’re disgusting, he’s an idiot”.

The next, what felt like hours, were a blur. My tongue danced up and down her lips and clit. The motions of my tongue circled around her, slurping, sucking and savoring every drop of her. Her moans grew in volume and frequency. I could feel her hips buck up every so often as I could tell she was building up to an orgasm. Simultaneously, I was jerking myself off. Each loud moan caused a drop of precum to slowly dribble out of me. I could feel how warm and hard my cock got in tandem with her own pleasure. My tongue dancing around her pussy, occasionally sticking it into her as she begged for release.

Finally, the final leg of this dance came as her then moans turned into a scream. Grabbing my hair violently as she begged me to finish her off. She pleaded and bucked her hips more and more into my face. Grinding against me; I could taste every drop of her, it grew sweeter as her orgasm knocked at the front door. My cock responded in tow as I could feel my own climax. My balls sucked up closer to my body, my own mind clouding as I wanted to release as well. And then. Boom. She squirted all over my face, crying in pleasure as she told me more. She demanded some form of payment for her orgasm. I instinctively stood up. Jerking off quickly as I instantly shot rope after rope on her red, pleasured face and blouse. She was coated and I was soaked from her.

We both sat there for a moment. Staring staring ceiling. After a couple minutes she asked if I could please leave. I obliged, said I’m sorry if this ruined our friendship then left.

That was Friday. Tomorrow is Monday and I have no clue what to expect….