Office Encounter

We had known each other for some time. We worked at the same place, each in a different department. Something in his look, something in his voice, something in his eyes – they called to me.
He was a slender fellow. Very different from me. I cannot count the number of years I spent in the gym and at the pool.. Years I invested in the hope that my body would attract what my person would not. Oh, yes, I’m built: broad shoulders, rising pecs, tapering waist,. Bubbled ass, curving thighs. But what good had all that exercise, all those hours produced,, I hoped against hope that my body would be my introduction.

But that was not to be. Oh, yes, there were those skinny fems who sucked me off, this old trolls whose fingers probed my ass, but no one who ever met me face to face, lips to lips, chest against chest, pulsing cock against pulsing cock.
Yes, we had know each other for some time.
A storm report came over the radio. Within moments, the sky darkened, lightening and thunder ripped the sky. 
“Are you going to try to make it in this?” I asked.
“Why not? Shall we give it a go?”
With that, we headed to the parking lot. His car was a few places down from mine.
My eyes fixed on him as I watched the torrential rain soak his hair and his shirt.
The wet revealed the curves of his neatly defined torso.
Even in the pouring rain I did not rush to open my car door,
The moment of the vision held me suspended. How I longed for the beauty of that chest.
But he was in his car now. He started the engine.
Reluctantly I opened my car door. I took my seat, inserted the key, turned the ignition.
Nothing.
Were the wires wet?
Again I tried. Nothing.
Could my colleague help?
Popping out of my car, I signaled to him. He was just pulling away but he saw my call.
In a quick jerk he stopped.
His window opened.
“Have a problem?” he called.
“Won’t turn over.” I cried.
“Let me give you a lift” he offered.
“That would be terrific. You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Hop in.”
There he was, next to me. His profile against the car window, his arms arching over the steering wheel, his thighs stretching before him to the pedals.
How I long to reach out my hand and caress those thighs, touch those arms, move my fingers to his lips.
“Say,” he turned to me, “ Why not stop by my place for dinner? We’ve worked together a while now and never really had time to talk.”
“Sure, why not?” Everything you can imagine raced through my mind. 
“Ok, great. Nothing special. Maybe we can just call for a pizza.”
“Sure, why not”, I suggested. Dinner was not on my mind.
Most of the ride was silent. My heart nearly burst from my chest. My mouth was dry. He was taking me home.

“Here we are,” he said, as the car pulled in to the drive of a small but very lovely suburban cottage.
“Not much, but it’s mine.”
The rain was stronger now. Pelting.
“Make a run for it.” He cried.
We opened the car doors and ran for his front door. It took a minute for him to fumble for the key. He opened the door. He was panting. We were both soaked.
“Get this off,” he called. And with that, he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants.
There he was before me, clad only in his plaid boxers. 
“Look at you!” he said. “Get those wet things off.”
I hesitated.
“Go ahead, get out of those wet things or you’ll catch the cold of the century.”
Again I froze.
“Here, get going.” And with that he reached over, pulled my shirt out from my pants and lifted it over my head.
His hands cupped my chin. “Now let’s warm up.”
He lunged forward, pressed his chest to mine, locked his lips to mine, clutched my head with his hands.
His tongue was within me. His chest was against me. His hips and cock pressed against me.
I felt his manhood, pressing upon me.
He fell to his knees. His hands undid my belt, lowered my zipper, grabbed down my pants.
My dick, still soft in freight but warm in desire, entered his lips, his mouth, his throat.
The action of his tongue, the heat, the desire raised my cock to painful hardness.
I was ready to faint. I was ready to come. 
In panic for fear of too quick an orgasm I pulled back. My cock stuck his face and beyond my control heaved and pulsed and threw my jit in pools across his heavenly face.
In ecstasy I collapsed on to the floor.
How long was I in oblivion? I don’t know. 
But there he was before me. His cock hard under his boxers.
Now it was I on the floor. His stature before me.
Reaching up I pulled his boxers to his knees.
That cock, that delicate white cock, upright and firm, long yet thin rose before me.
But that was not me immediate desire.
I pulled him to the floor.
I laid him before me.
I spread his legs and there, that treasure to be explored, the lightly haired golden threads that surrounded the dark recess of his hole.
Immediately I plunged my face into that space.
Deliciously my tongue thrust and probed, twisted and turned.
He pulsed. He rose, his ass pushing into my tongue.
With what words I could manage, “ I love you. I’ve loved you since I first saw you. I want to be in you. I want you to be in me.”
“Fuck me. Hurt me.”
His hands clasped my head. They pushed my tongue deeper into his ass.
“Fuck me with your tongue” he cried.
“Fuck me, fuck me!”
With these words my cock rose painfully harder. My dick head rubbed hotly against my own stomach.
“Fuck me” again he screamed.
I rose up. In a single thrust my cock was in him. Not long with significantly thick, I knew I caused him pain.
He screamed in anguish.
:”Hurt me! Fuck me! I want you in me”
As he screamed I continued to pound.
The muscles of my ass clenched. The tightness of my abs contracted. My pecs and biceps flexed in desire. Again and again. In and out. Pushing, thrusting, pumping.
My mouth found his. My tongue thrust between his lips. His hands seized my pulsing ass. 
My cock exploded within him.

In completion I fell limp upon his gentle chest. My heavy bulk against his delicate form.
He was mine.