True story of my office sex life... - Page 8

sugarpova · #**106** 29-06-2015, 11:01 AM

Please continue TS ..... camping here for more teasing

crit · #**107** 01-07-2015, 08:54 PM

The weekend was very hard for me. After getting blue balls by Kimmy, I had been jerking myself off for a couple of hours (accumulated from a few sessions of course) but couldn’t get any solid erection. I was genuinely worried. My mind was drained from the hectic weekdays and the cocktease from Kimmy wasn’t helping one bit. I spent the nights imagining Kimmy boyfriend making sweet love to her, their sweaty body rubbing against each other, his face lying on her tiny boobs, his dick penetrating her soft pussy, their moans ringing into the deep hollows of the night. I was mad that guy wasn’t me.

The following Monday I was making my coffee in the pantry, Kimmy walked in to me. She was well dressed. Wearing a long sleeve office shirt with thin light blue vertical stripes which she left the top button open, letting off just a hint of her tiny tan cleavage. She pairs it with the same black pencil skirt; the thin fabric hugs her butt so tight it reveals a panty line that covers half her butt cheeks. She wore a pair of black heels, had her hair tied up in a messy updo and wore glasses instead of contacts. Her honey dew smell fills the entire pantry as she walked in, I was slightly aroused.

Kimmy: Good morning XXXX! (My name)
Me: Morning.
Kimmy: How’s your weekend?
Me: Great, you?
Kimmy: It was okay.
Me: Only okay? Should be amazing making love to your boyfriend after so long. Hahah
Kimmy: You still remember? Hahah
Me: Yea of course.
Kimmy: We didn’t do anything la. (She said softly and shyly)
Me: Huh why?
Kimmy: Don’t know laa. (She said frowning slightly)

We paused for awhile.

Me: Wanna do it later in the toilet again? Like that time?
Kimmy: Whatt??? Don’t want larr!!!
Me: Please
Kimmy: Nooo! No!
Me: Why?
Kimmy: I tell you many times XXXXX! I got a boyfriend la!

Feeling annoyed, she took her empty cup and left the pantry. I wasn’t feeling good getting rejected. I knew I shouldn’t have asked her directly, I should’ve sweet talked her a little before slowly going in for the kill but I couldn’t think straight.

The entire morning was crazy for me. I kept staring at Kimmy’s cleavage. I occasionally pop down my desk to peek at her smooth legs. She was driving me crazy. I was getting mild erection whenever I see her walking away from her desk, the panty outline slipping through her skirt kept provoking me. At around late morning, I found her standing on the Xerox in the corner by herself. I decided to walk up to her. I stood behind her while she make a quick turn around with her head to see whose there. I took a sniff at her hair and caress her left butt cheek with my hand. She was startled, pushes my hand away while giggling with a friendly frown. She then quickly walks away with her documents. Feeling the rush in doing that, I decided to constantly touch her in the public of the office to feed my sexual needs. That becomes the first of many “gropes” of the day. I couldn’t remember all but let me share what I can.

crit · #**108** 01-07-2015, 08:55 PM

The things I shared below are things I regretted doing to Kimmy. It was despicable, low, selfish, barbaric and deprived of moral ethnics. To this day, Kimmy is still a very close, dear, and valuable friend of mine and if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have done any of these even if it would have meant I couldn’t have this wonderful office sex life with her.

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I saw her walking away from her desk; I quickly walk up to her.

Me: Kimmy, I am going to touch your butt. (I whispered)
Kimmy: Huh?

Before she could stop me, I pinch her right butt cheek with force. She jumps forward and tsk at me. Frowning at me, she asked me not to do it again. I walked away ignoring her words.

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She was at the Xerox by the corner alone again. I made my way towards her quickly and before she could notice I was behind her. I give her butt a light slap. I could feel the sound ringing around the corner of the office. Her jaws dropped while she stared at me and began punching me quietly. I shield myself a little and walk away.

4
She took her empty cup and walks away from her desk. Knowing that she was going to the pantry to make her Milo, I gently rub my dick over my pants to get it rock hard within a few seconds. Covering it slightly I quickly make my way towards the pantry. As I saw her washing her cup, I walk up towards her back quietly and with one smooth action, I launch my erected dick towards her butt while grabbing her right boob with my right hand. She screams a little and drops her cup into the sink. She swing her shoulder backwards with force while I quickly took a step back without letting going of my right hand. Her swing misses contact on my body but my hand manages to pull her bra off position. Standing there with her right boob exposed under her white shirt, she picked up her cup from her sink. Sensing she was going to throw it at me, I quickly walk away from the pantry. When she returns back to her desk, she kept staring at me while I ignore her existence.

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Saw her standing alone at the Xerox by the corner again. I walk towards her quietly. Standing beside her before she could acknowledge my presence, I dig my left fingers into her slightly elastic panty line, pull it forcefully and snap it onto her butt cheek. She jerks her pelvis forward aggressively but managed to control her scream. She was clearly pissed as she swings her arm towards my face. I manage to dodge it and quickly made my way back to my desk.

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Returning to my desk from the toilet, Kimmy was typing an email. She didn’t notice me as I was walking from her back. I went from behind to squeeze her left boob. I could feel that she was wearing a tiny padded bra. She let off a scream and swings her arm behind, in the process knocking down some files. I dodged it and proceed towards my seat. Two colleagues from the other side of the cubicle stood up and stare at her in which she responded she thought she saw a spider. From her desk, she kept frowning at me madly, but I didn’t acknowledge her eye contact.

crit · #**109** 01-07-2015, 08:55 PM

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Notice she took her empty cup away from her desk and followed her. At the pantry, I saw her dejected figure washing her cup. I walk towards her quietly and stood beside her. Before she could acknowledge my presence, I slap her butt with my left hand. She jerks her pelvis forward, slamming against the sink cabinet. She didn’t resist, her body was stiff. With my left hand still on her butt, I forcefully dig my middle finger into her butt crack and massage her butthole aggressively. She didn’t resist and her body was still stiff. She places her cup calmly into the sink, closes the tap and stares at me. I could see some tears at the corner of her eye lids. I remove my hand from her butt. She did not adjust her mess up skirt.

Kimmy: XXXX.. (She said my name, her voice breaking slightly)
Kimmy: Why are you doing this to me?
Me: Because you don’t let me fuck you.
Kimmy: I told you I had a boyfriend.
Me: Then why did you tease me? Why let me know you take off your panties? Why you jerk me in my car? Why you tell me you going to fuck your boyfriend?
Kimmy: Because I thought it was fun just teasing you.

A few tears started to roll down her eyes. Being a jackass that I was then, I continue to provoke her.

Me: It was fun also for me to keep touching you like this.
Kimmy: Please stop, I will tell boss.
Me: We will both lose our job. You wouldn’t be able to stay in Singapore with your boyfriend then.

Utterly shocked by my barbaric and unnatural behavior, she began to lose herself. She took her glasses off and dropped it into the sink. Covering her face with both her hands, she started sobbing quietly. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks from the gap between her fingers. At this point, I felt like a complete asshole. I closed the pantry door and stood beside her while she sobbed for a few minutes. After which she composed herself, and went into the ladies’ room for almost thirty minutes.

When she came back to her desk, she continued with her job ignoring my existence. I started sending ‘I’m Sorry!’ Skype messages to her but she didn’t reply nor did she return my eye contact. She also tried to stay seated for the remaining one to two hours till knockoff, probably avoiding being harassed by me.
I stayed back a little late after to finish my work that day. As I packed my stuff and ready to leave the office, I walk past Kimmy’s desk and her honey dew smell fill my senses. I started to get a slight erection. I took her cardigan and took a deep sniff. My erection gets harder. Seeing that I was the last in the office, I took her cardigan into the men’s room and beat myself dry.

I was feeling terribly guilty the following day. The images of her breaking down in front of me due to my insensitive actions haunted me, and even till this day. I bought her a box of Laurent Bernard the next day and left it on her desk with a short ‘I’m Sorry!’ note. However she took an urgent leave that day, followed by MC the next day.