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09/12/2016
About 10 years ago, I had this co-worker named Amy who I really found attractive. She was about 5'6", slightly darker complexion, a brunette and also the All-American girl you hear them talk about in country songs. She enjoyed drinking beer, doing shots and watching sports. Ugh...she had me the first time we met. The only problem? She was engaged.
I was 23, and she was 24. For both of us it was our first job out of college. The new job had taken me away from home so I was a transplant in a new city. Luckily, Amy kind of took me under her wing and introduced me to a lot of her friends, including her fiance Brian. He and I clicked right away and became buds.
After a couple months, Amy set me up with one of her friends named Nicole. I liked Nicole. We got along well and sort of dated for a month or two. It was pretty casual and nothing more. We had sex regularly and the sex was good, but I don't think either of us ever thought we had found our 'forever' person.
One time after a night on the town, Brian and Amy had Nicole and I over to their house for a little after party. We all had a fun time, and some more than others. Before long, I was helping Nicole keep her hair out of the toilet while she vomited and Amy was half-carrying Brian to their bedroom so he could pass out in their bed.
The two of them were down for the count. I helped Amy clean up the living room and kitchen so she didn't wake up to a mess in the morning. When we were done, Amy got me a blanket so I could sleep on the couch. Being that Nicole was sick I thought I'd leave that bed to just her.
I sat on one end of the couch and Amy on the other. We just made small chat. Both of us, technically speaking, were drunk, but we also both had our wits about us.
"Those heels tonight killed me," Amy commented as she rubbed her feet. "I told Brian at the bar he was going to owe me a foot rub but of course he goes and passes out."
Again, I was a little drunk. So I just said it.
"You know, if it's a foot rub you need I can help with that," I offered up in as innocent of a way as I possibly could.
"You wouldn't mind?" Amy asked.
Of course I wouldn't mind. I'm not a real big foot guy, per se, but I'm not grossed out by them, either. Plus, you remember what I said about Amy earlier. And even though she was engaged to a guy who had become a friend, I still fancied her. And yeah, the alcohol maybe helped with that too.
"Give them here," I said, as if it was a big chore.
The only light in the living room was coming from the TV still being on. I knew I probably shouldn't be doing this, especially with her fiance laying just 15 feet away on the other side of the wall, but oh well.
I rubbed both of her feet and took my time with each one while never making direct eye contact. I tried to play it off like it was no big deal to me and kept my eyes focused on the TV. After about 15 minutes and no words being spoken in that time, I kept hearing barely audible little moans that I knew were coming from Amy. Taking a chance, I took my eyes off the TV and looked in her direction, to see her eyes closed and her completely relaxed from my massage. So I continued.
I'm not completely sure why, but I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts. 'How was this turning me on?' is all I could think in my mind. I was just giving a foot massage.
When I had let go of her right foot it landed in my lap, and squarely on my erect cock. I was a bit startled, but tried to play it off. Maybe she didn’t notice? Oh, but she did. With her head leaned back and her eyes still closed, her right foot began rubbing my cock through my shorts. Before long, I had let her left foot go as well, and within seconds it joined her right one in massaging my member.
I still wasn’t completely sure with what was happening here and I became more daring. My hand moved over her tone, smooth legs and rubbed her thighs until I found her shorts. One swift tug and I had them at her ankles. It’s almost as if that was her wake-up moment. She looked me in the eyes as lust overtook the both of us. She took her feet out of my lap and came down to my side of the couch and we shared a passionate and long overdue kiss.
Here I was, at Amy’s house, with her fiancé passed out in a neighboring room and Amy straddling me on their couch as we made out like a couple of teenagers.
“I’ve thought about doing this for a long time,” she said between kisses.
“I know,” I replied. “So have I.”
“Can you be really quiet?” Amy asked.
I just nodded my head yes.
She lifted up off me and I was able to get out of my shorts and boxers. Her delicate hands lightly tugged at my member before she kissed the head of my cock and put it in her mouth. I thought I was going to blow my load right there!
Amy didn’t stay down on me long. I think both of us sensed that time was of the essence. Simply put, the longer we let this happen the better chance Brian or Nicole stumble upon us. Her underwear was discarded and she was once again straddling me, before I stopped and asked her if she was sure about this.
“We can stop, Amy,” I said, really hoping she would say no.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “we’re not stopping Shane. Put it in me.”
I rubbed her clit with my right index finger and could tell she was nice and wet. When my cock reached her opening she pressed down lightly and I entered. Inch-by-inch at first, as her vagina adjusted to fit.
“Oh god,” she whispered loudly in my ear.
It was a matter of seconds before we were fucking pretty fast. Two things for me, 1) I didn’t want to come right away, but 2) we had to be quiet and quick. For once, being quick probably wasn’t going to be held against me.
And it didn’t take long. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock just the way I like it done.
“I’m getting real close to cumming,” I announced.
“Just cum in me so we don’t make a mess,” she replied. “And don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”
I wasn’t sure, but let’s honest, I was totally thinking clearly. She continued bounce up and down in my lap when I felt that familiar feeling in my groin. At the same time, I felt Amy’s body tighten and the two of us joined in a long and pleasurable orgasm together.
We didn’t have a lot of time to revel in the moment. No sooner than 10 seconds after the two of us had come down from our high we were scrambling to find our clothes. We didn’t say much to each other at all. In fact, Amy ran off to the bathroom to, I assume, clean up some of the seed I had left in her pussy.
A few minutes later I was back situated on the couch with the blanket covering me, when Amy walked out of the bathroom.
“I better get to bed,” she whispered as she leaned in for a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, Shane, but this can’t happen again.”
I didn’t say much. I mean, what could I say? Needless to say I didn’t sleep a lot that night and wondered what this might do to our friendship going forward.
The next morning Brian and Amy made all of us a big breakfast. Everyone acted normal, and surprisingly Amy did, too.
It wouldn’t be the last time the two of us fucked. It was the start to a pretty torrid affair that lasted almost a year, in fact, right up until about two weeks before their wedding when Amy insisted we had to call it off. In the back of my mind I knew she would never leave Brian, and honestly, I’m not sure I wanted her to do that. But we did have a lot of fun!
I left that job just a couple months after her wedding and moved closer to home. Now, 10 years later I’m friends with both her and Brian on Facebook, but that’s about it. They have three kids and a great family. But don’t feel sorry for me. I got married before turning 30 and have a kid of my own now. Heck, Brian and Amy even came up for the wedding.
I was 23, and she was 24. For both of us it was our first job out of college. The new job had taken me away from home so I was a transplant in a new city. Luckily, Amy kind of took me under her wing and introduced me to a lot of her friends, including her fiance Brian. He and I clicked right away and became buds.
After a couple months, Amy set me up with one of her friends named Nicole. I liked Nicole. We got along well and sort of dated for a month or two. It was pretty casual and nothing more. We had sex regularly and the sex was good, but I don't think either of us ever thought we had found our 'forever' person.
One time after a night on the town, Brian and Amy had Nicole and I over to their house for a little after party. We all had a fun time, and some more than others. Before long, I was helping Nicole keep her hair out of the toilet while she vomited and Amy was half-carrying Brian to their bedroom so he could pass out in their bed.
The two of them were down for the count. I helped Amy clean up the living room and kitchen so she didn't wake up to a mess in the morning. When we were done, Amy got me a blanket so I could sleep on the couch. Being that Nicole was sick I thought I'd leave that bed to just her.
I sat on one end of the couch and Amy on the other. We just made small chat. Both of us, technically speaking, were drunk, but we also both had our wits about us.
"Those heels tonight killed me," Amy commented as she rubbed her feet. "I told Brian at the bar he was going to owe me a foot rub but of course he goes and passes out."
Again, I was a little drunk. So I just said it.
"You know, if it's a foot rub you need I can help with that," I offered up in as innocent of a way as I possibly could.
"You wouldn't mind?" Amy asked.
Of course I wouldn't mind. I'm not a real big foot guy, per se, but I'm not grossed out by them, either. Plus, you remember what I said about Amy earlier. And even though she was engaged to a guy who had become a friend, I still fancied her. And yeah, the alcohol maybe helped with that too.
"Give them here," I said, as if it was a big chore.
The only light in the living room was coming from the TV still being on. I knew I probably shouldn't be doing this, especially with her fiance laying just 15 feet away on the other side of the wall, but oh well.
I rubbed both of her feet and took my time with each one while never making direct eye contact. I tried to play it off like it was no big deal to me and kept my eyes focused on the TV. After about 15 minutes and no words being spoken in that time, I kept hearing barely audible little moans that I knew were coming from Amy. Taking a chance, I took my eyes off the TV and looked in her direction, to see her eyes closed and her completely relaxed from my massage. So I continued.
I'm not completely sure why, but I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts. 'How was this turning me on?' is all I could think in my mind. I was just giving a foot massage.
When I had let go of her right foot it landed in my lap, and squarely on my erect cock. I was a bit startled, but tried to play it off. Maybe she didn’t notice? Oh, but she did. With her head leaned back and her eyes still closed, her right foot began rubbing my cock through my shorts. Before long, I had let her left foot go as well, and within seconds it joined her right one in massaging my member.
I still wasn’t completely sure with what was happening here and I became more daring. My hand moved over her tone, smooth legs and rubbed her thighs until I found her shorts. One swift tug and I had them at her ankles. It’s almost as if that was her wake-up moment. She looked me in the eyes as lust overtook the both of us. She took her feet out of my lap and came down to my side of the couch and we shared a passionate and long overdue kiss.
Here I was, at Amy’s house, with her fiancé passed out in a neighboring room and Amy straddling me on their couch as we made out like a couple of teenagers.
“I’ve thought about doing this for a long time,” she said between kisses.
“I know,” I replied. “So have I.”
“Can you be really quiet?” Amy asked.
I just nodded my head yes.
She lifted up off me and I was able to get out of my shorts and boxers. Her delicate hands lightly tugged at my member before she kissed the head of my cock and put it in her mouth. I thought I was going to blow my load right there!
Amy didn’t stay down on me long. I think both of us sensed that time was of the essence. Simply put, the longer we let this happen the better chance Brian or Nicole stumble upon us. Her underwear was discarded and she was once again straddling me, before I stopped and asked her if she was sure about this.
“We can stop, Amy,” I said, really hoping she would say no.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “we’re not stopping Shane. Put it in me.”
I rubbed her clit with my right index finger and could tell she was nice and wet. When my cock reached her opening she pressed down lightly and I entered. Inch-by-inch at first, as her vagina adjusted to fit.
“Oh god,” she whispered loudly in my ear.
It was a matter of seconds before we were fucking pretty fast. Two things for me, 1) I didn’t want to come right away, but 2) we had to be quiet and quick. For once, being quick probably wasn’t going to be held against me.
And it didn’t take long. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock just the way I like it done.
“I’m getting real close to cumming,” I announced.
“Just cum in me so we don’t make a mess,” she replied. “And don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”
I wasn’t sure, but let’s honest, I was totally thinking clearly. She continued bounce up and down in my lap when I felt that familiar feeling in my groin. At the same time, I felt Amy’s body tighten and the two of us joined in a long and pleasurable orgasm together.
We didn’t have a lot of time to revel in the moment. No sooner than 10 seconds after the two of us had come down from our high we were scrambling to find our clothes. We didn’t say much to each other at all. In fact, Amy ran off to the bathroom to, I assume, clean up some of the seed I had left in her pussy.
A few minutes later I was back situated on the couch with the blanket covering me, when Amy walked out of the bathroom.
“I better get to bed,” she whispered as she leaned in for a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, Shane, but this can’t happen again.”
I didn’t say much. I mean, what could I say? Needless to say I didn’t sleep a lot that night and wondered what this might do to our friendship going forward.
The next morning Brian and Amy made all of us a big breakfast. Everyone acted normal, and surprisingly Amy did, too.
It wouldn’t be the last time the two of us fucked. It was the start to a pretty torrid affair that lasted almost a year, in fact, right up until about two weeks before their wedding when Amy insisted we had to call it off. In the back of my mind I knew she would never leave Brian, and honestly, I’m not sure I wanted her to do that. But we did have a lot of fun!
I left that job just a couple months after her wedding and moved closer to home. Now, 10 years later I’m friends with both her and Brian on Facebook, but that’s about it. They have three kids and a great family. But don’t feel sorry for me. I got married before turning 30 and have a kid of my own now. Heck, Brian and Amy even came up for the wedding.
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