A Work Affair

[SFLarkspur]

About 15 years ago I lived in San Francisco and was a temp at an insurance office. A petite demure blond named Mireille started working on the 5th floor. She was a little cold at first, but I organized social gatherings for a lot of the younger people working at the office and I slowly got to know Mireille over the course of a month.

Mireille was born in America to a French mother and had lived in France most of her life. She had short, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and high cheek bones She had a tight yoga-enhanced body with perky b-cup breasts and a cute tight ass. She was 29, about four years older than I was. Though she smiled and laughed often, and often wore form form-fitting gypsy/hippie style skirts and tops, she would also sometimes wear more classy summery dresses. She looked devastating in them. I was usually attracted to fun kooky down-to-earth girls, but there was a glamour to Mireille that I found irresistible.

I spoke French well with a good accent and we would often have lunch or meet after work where I would walk her with my bicycle to her bus stop. I told her about my girlfriend and she told me about her ex whom she was still living with at the time. She was still pretty brokenhearted and it was tough living with him.

More and more, I would leave my bike at work and walk with Mireille after work. One afternoon, I walked her all the way home. We stopped for a couple of beers on the way and then later got a bottle of wine from her apartment and walked over to a nearby park. It was foggy and a little cold (as it often is in San Francisco) and so she brought a blanket. I was tense with anticipation. We laid down the blanket and talked and drank and flirted. Soon it got much colder and we wrapped the blanket around ourselves and laid down to avoid the wind. Before long I could feel her legs near mine and then she turned away from me and I brought her body close to mine a mine and I felt her ass nestle against my upper thighs. I reached around for her and brought her tight little body even closer to me. I kissed her neck and then she turned her head to me and kissed me with a hunger that still stops me to this day. That was the beginning of our work affair. We made out there on the grass for about twenty minutes and then returned to her apartment, where we sheepishly said our goodbyes. I walked home, titillated, but struggling with the idea that I had just cheated on my girlfriend

The next day, we talked about what had happened and decided that maybe we had made a mistake.

A couple of Fridays later, some coworkers, Mireille, and I met for some drinks. Mireille and I flirted the whole night and ended up walking together that night. Without really talking about it we walked a couple of miles to my apartment.

When we got there, we snuck up to my room (I didn’t really want my roommates to know that I was cheating on my girlfriend). We plopped down on the bed and lay together for a while and then started making out. Soon our clothes were off and very confidently, Mireille turned around and positioned her pussy on my face, grabbed my cock and started sucking on it. I was astounded because I had not met a woman who was so sexually confident. Sure I had 69’d many times before, but usually later in an affair or relationship and often on the side. To have a girl just sit on my face on the first serious hookup blew my mind.

She smelled great. She tasted great. I licked her pussy and clit in swirling motions and with my free hand, felt her firm beautiful ass. She worked my cock up and down with her mouth. Neither of us came that night. I think we wanted to draw things out a little more. Knowing that neither of us wanted Mireille to wake up in my apartment and see my roommates, she got up and left. It was about 4 am.

[SFLarkspur]

The next week at work, Mireille flirted back and forth via email, and then suddenly I get the following email: "Why don’t we meet in the bike room for a blow job? ” I just sat there stunned. The bike room was a store room in the basement/parking lot of the building. The office was in a really bad neighborhood so management gave us the key to the storeroom and encouraged us to park our bicycles there. I wrote back, “That would be great! Meet in 15 minutes?”

I had showered that morning but I wanted to make sure I was extra clean. I ran off to the bathroom, washed my cock vigorously and made sure it was extra dry. For some reason I didn’t want her to think I had been quite so courteous.

I walked down the back stairs into the parking lot and waited nervously outside the bike room. When I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I already had a hard on. She smirked at me mischievously. I unlocked the door and we turned on the lights to see the dusty storeroom with its bikes and boxes of old computer parts.

I put my hand on her lower back and drew her to me. She put her tongue down my throat and I lowered my hand to her tight little ass and ground her onto my hard on. She pulled back and smiled at me and then got onto her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She lowered by boxers. My cock sprang up and she took it in her hands and went down on me. She swirled her tongue over my shaft and took the top half of my cock in her mouth. Up and down she went, occasionally looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. She stopped and licked my balls for a while, and then returned to the head. It was amazing. I caressed her hair and the side of her neck. I had never been with a girl quite like this! In the back of my mind, I thought that other people have keys to the bike room too. After a few minutes of her sucking me, I grew even harder and her pace quickened, and with a shuddering moan, I came in her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking for a few more seconds. Then she rose to her feet, gave me a smile and a kiss, and said, “That was fun.”

[SFLarkspur]

As temps, we both had multiple bosses, who each gave us tasks to do, and thankfully, didn’t always communicate very well with each other. So if any one boss saw us filing papers or writing a report, they understood that we were likely doing this under the instructions of another boss. This allowed Mireille and I to do things like leave work Friday afternoon at 2:00 and go drink wine and talk for an hour and a half at a cafe and then come back and finish off the rest of the work day. Or if we snuck out at 11:30, we’d take long lunches and walk around the South of Market Area of San Francisco and not return until 1:15. Each boss just figured we were doing something for another boss. We were never questioned. It was a wonderful time.

What I loved about Mireille was her exoticism and intelligence. She was ridiculously hot with a style all her own, but the fact that she was French and we could speak to one another in what was for me a foreign tongue really turned me on. It somehow made all those French classes and a year studying and working in France worthwhile. (I was temping at 26 and wondering what the hell I was doing with my life and education; thus romancing Mireille seemed like a miraculous affirmation of all my studies. She had a way of questioning me and America and her own world in a way that made me think, and we had wonderful conversations during our wine stops and long walks. It's hard to convey here, but her mind turned me on as much as her face and body did.

One day, Mireille arrived at work decked out in something completely different. She wore professional black leather pumps, a tight gray cotton skirt that fell just above her knee, and a tight black halter top. She wore her blond hair up that day, coiled behind her head in a way that exposed the soft beauty of her neck. I wasn’t there to witness her enter the office that morning, but as she told me later, her outfit caused quite a stir among the normally respectful and well behaved professionals on the 5th floor. She made a point of coming down to the 2nd floor later, ostensibly to get some files. She sauntered by my cubicle, ruffled her papers and said, “Hi.” I turned to see her smile, cock her head ever so slightly to the right, and walk into the other office room. I still remember the way her slightly tanned shoulders looked under the black straps of her halter top, her slender neck shifting to the right, and the firm profile of her breasts under that halter top. I careened my head to watch her walk away in her tight gray skirt.

About a quarter to noon, she sent me an email: “Lunch?”

I wrote back, “Absolutely. By the way, you look so, so hot in that outfit.”

“ See you downstairs in five minutes,” she said.

I pushed my office chair away from my desk and exhaled. I knew right then and there that, no matter what, I was going to have her for lunch that day.

[guinnessman23]

Please continue..great story!

[daskers]

Nice story ! A while back I was working for a company in Springfield MO,me and the district manager of the company ended up getting it on a couple of times. We did it once at the office when no one was around,and the second time in the back of a warehouse that no one went into after the morning hours. She was 62 and oldest woman I've ever had,but she looked good and knew how to use it. Nothing ever happen after those two times between us,a few months later I ended up quiting due to some other things. That is the closest to an affair I ever had at work. Loved your story it brought back some memories.