Something. – Erotic story
It started completely innocently. Ordinary acquaintance or maybe not quite ordinary. I worked quite often until late at night. Days, weeks and months passed. I made friends with one of my colleagues and the person who supervised my work. We spent evenings together quite often. Happy meetings after work. More and more often I thought about a closer acquaintance with my “boss”. On the one hand, he attracted me and on the other hand he was very embarrassed.
One evening we had a mini party. Dinner followed by a beer. Several hours later the beer was drunk. Spicy jokes and weird bets started. Strange because I was a person in a relationship so I shouldn’t have taken part in this hmmm… but it was stronger than me. We talked about borders and barriers. Finally, it was a bet that I would spend the night with my “boss”. Normally, I would probably not agree, but I was tempted. I agreed, and so did he.
We lay down… .. and nothing happened except a lot of excitement, I felt his breath, his closeness. I wanted him, but there was nothing I could do. I was lying on my side and he was very close to me. I felt his excitement, his penis hardening. He was touching me and I wanted to be very close to him. I wanted to feel him inside me, but I ran out of courage and took his hand from my thigh. I officially won the bet as he got up and left.
Apparently nothing happened and I still remember this excitement, desire.
A few months passed and we went to a party together. We came back and everyone went to their room. I wanted to go to the toilet, although with the passage of time it seems to me that this is an excuse. One of the toilets was accessed through the “boss” room. There were others, but I chose this one. I opened the door without thinking that maybe he was asleep, that I could wake him up. He was lying in bed, I don’t know why I got closer. It was very strange for me, irrational.
I put my hand under the covers and started massaging his cock. I enjoyed it, and he enjoyed it too, because I could feel him getting hard.
I did it without thinking and practically without saying a word. After a while I took it to my mouth, I felt it getting harder. I put it deeper and deeper, licked it. I had various thoughts about why I was doing this.
Touching him turned me on very much, I was getting wet, I wanted him in my pussy, but I didn’t have the courage. Playing with his cock was driving me wetter and hotter. I caressed him with my mouth and hand, he cowered. I could taste his sperm, it was very tasty. I got up and went to the bathroom. I don’t know what caused me to act this way, but I wanted him more and more.
The next day I felt a little discomfort, but not for long. Soon the situation repeated itself, it acted like a magnet for me. So far I don’t understand it. I also didn’t understand that it was nice to him, but he never said anything. He didn’t say to do anything, but he never protested if I was doing something. Maybe it attracted me so much, its inaccessibility. I liked provocative situations, I liked playing with his cock, but as time went on, I wanted something more.
