A Work Affair

More than just a messge

It actually got to the point where I would either get home from work and either masturbate or shower. Hiding this from Paul was hard, I know I'm a good liar but I was feeling more and more guilty. But one day it escalated.

Normally when Justin would sign in he wouldn't make s****l references to my face and I was too shy to make comment. In fact to the outside world it was all normal. But this day he signed in as usual, left the warehouse, let me get back to the office and messaged me the following. "You can't bend over the counter like that infront of me, I'm stiff just thinking about me standing behind you. I just want to come back there and look at your t**s"

I lean over the counter to talk to people all the time but being f*cked from behind is my favourite position. I'd been horny for days. So I asked him to come back in. He headed toward the office where I stood behind the wall so I wasn't visible out of the window. when he came through the door nervously lifted my top revealing the sexiest push up bra I owned at the time. "f*ck" he glared at my t**s "are you sure about this?" for someone who had been cheating on his wife he was always checking I was ok. "No different to a bikini" I tried to excuse myself. he came closer and sucked in a breath. "I wasn't expecting them to be so big, they're beautiful. I've got to go before I touch them" and with that he left.

My heart was racing incase we got caught. I hadn't thought of security cameras in the building. He got back to his van and flew off but it was only a matter of minutes before he was telling me how hard he was and how he had to go before he got me in any trouble." All I could think about is how I want to feel the proof that I had made him that hard.

Maybe a couple of days passed. The messages had persisted. He'd even told me he had to hide in the toilets to have a wank one day. My dirty messages had spurred him on. We'd got away with it this far. I did feel a but guilty when I got home but after the messages had stopped and been deleted by 5pm it was like it never happened. He came in to sign in as usual but followed me toward the office. Out of view he grabbed my arse. It's the first time we'd touched. I stepped back into his body so that my arse was against the crotch of his jeans. I was just as willing as he was. After weeks of messaging all the things we could do to each other this was as close as we had got to do anything.

He turned me to face him, pulling my sweatshirt and top up finding the dirty bra I had shown him a few days before. Pulling my breasts out of thier cage he quickly took my n****e into his mouth sucking until it almost hurt. I backed into the wall for support but still hidden from site. His Hand began to explore, heading from my arse to my hip, gliding beneath my jogging bottoms and panties ans sliding down to find me wet. His face pulled away from my breast for a moment whilst he shaken found my clit. I could tell he was nervous. With one hand starting to circle the other pulled grabbed my breast pinching and pulling at my n****e. His motion quickened, making me move into him. I really wanted to bite into him neck or shoulder to stop the moans but I couldn't out of fear I'd mark him giving it away to his wife. Instead I used my hand to pull a little on his hair. He tried to choke me a little but instead for putting his hand around my neck using his index finger and thumb he put it sideways like you would if you were to hold it over someone's mouth. I realised in all the excitement that I was close to cumming so I started to move my hips to meet his hand. I remember whispering into his ear with pleasure "aw, yeah. I'm going to c*m" and with that his fingers sped up and I climaxed for him. He stood back from me for a second whilst I caught my breath. It doesn't take me long to recover. I reach out and grab the crotch of his jeans and feel the bulge, rubbing it over the top I say "what are we going to do about this" He smiled at me and said "I really have to go" He was then straight out the door.

I took a seat in the office for a couple of minutes. He continued messaging telling me how he really wanted to just f*ck me.

How had it got to the point that I wanted return the favour?