Office Confusion

*Knock knock*

I looked up from my computer, eyes glazed over from staring too long at the numbers on the screen. There was Phil, standing in my office doorway with a smile on his face.

“Shit, is it four already?” I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose where my glasses sit.

“Ha, yeah. Everyone else has gone home, are you staying, or should I lock up?” Phil asked.

“No, no. I need to get home. Fam will be waiting on me.” I said with a smile as I closed my laptop and began gathering my things. “How are your boys?”

“They’re great. A handful. We’re thinking of building on to the house so I don’t lose my mind. I come to work for a break!” Phil chuckled.

“I can imagine. I’m busy with just one!” I shook my head.

“Here, I’ve got a picture of the youngest.” said Phil, pulling out his phone.

We sat down on the couch in my office to compare pictures of round-faced babies, discussing how fast they were growing up, and how old they made us feel. Which felt a little odd, since he was fifteen years my senior. Finally, the conversation came to an end, when I realized how close we were sitting. His leg was resting near mine, our knees touching, and he was still looking at me.

“Well!” I said, blushing. “We’d better get going.”

“Right.” Phil stood up, taking up most of the space in my small office due to his massive height.

We walked out together, turning off lights and locking doors. I looked back over my shoulder as I was leaving and said the same thing I say every evening.

“Have a good night, Phil.”

“You, too!” was Phil’s never-changing reply.

I drove into town, thinking on the moment that just occurred. Phil was a solid guy. A family man. He wouldn’t try anything. Would he? He was just being friendly, I’m sure. Unless he was looking for an excuse to be alone with me…

As I picked up my son from daycare, picked up groceries, and started the long commute home, I began to forget about the intimate moment in my office and focused instead on making dinner and getting the laundry started. As the evening went on, I completely forgot about Phil.

The next morning, I pour myself the first cup of coffee and grab some notes for the morning meeting. As the rest of the managers file in with me, Phil comes to take his customary seat next to mine. The conference begins, each department giving their own report, sharing news, taking notes. During these meetings, Phil and I often share a few looks when we find something funny. Today however, he looked anywhere but at me. I didn’t find this odd, since he has a lot to focus on with such a large department.

Then I felt something brush up against my leg under the table. I look down to see Phil’s denim clad calf resting against my own. I felt a blush coming across my face, and I look quickly at Phil, who is still determined to keep his eyes on the video screen. I glance away, trying to decide what to do, when I feel his leg rub against mine. Deciding that no action was safest, I left my foot where it was. I tried concentrating on the meeting, but suddenly I could feel every nerve ending in my leg that he was touching.

When the meeting ended, a nerve wracking forty-five minutes later, I gathered my notes and made a hasty retreat to my office. Face flaming, mind racing, wondering what it meant. Did it mean anything? Did he do it by accident? Did he-

*RING RING RING*

I answer my phone automatically, “This ankara eryaman escort is Bri.” And was thankfully distracted by one of my employee’s voices, asking me a question.

“Yes. It’s in the compartment. You found it? Good. Let me know if you need anything else.” I hang up. Suddenly refocused on work, I tried to push the meeting from my mind. But it stayed in the back, simmering.

A long nine hours passed by, when I heard the oh so familiar knock at my door. I looked up to see Phil standing at my door.

“Leaving? Or can you lock up?” He asked.

“Um. I’m going to stay a bit, I’ll lock up.” I replied, a ghost of a smile on my face hiding the nervousness in my voice.

“Alrighty. Did you get new glasses?” he said as he stepped into my office.

“Glasses? Oh, yes! A few days ago, my old ones were scratched to hell.” An uncomfortable smile on my lips now.

“I like them. The frames aren’t as heavy, I can see your eyes now. They’re pretty. I’ve never noticed them before.” he said as he sat down on the corner of my desk.

“Th-thank you.” I stammered. At a loss for words now, I turned to go back to my work when he leaned in and placed a big rough hand on my jaw, fingertips just touching my long blonde curls. He looked intensely into my eyes, and before I could decide on an action I felt myself being pulled into a deep kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft and gentle, as he slowly moved them over mine. I felt a deep burning in between my thighs, and a sick twist in my stomach like a knife. I pulled back and stared at him. He stared back at me, and suddenly looked unsure and uncomfortable.

“Well, I should get going!” he stood up.

“Have a good night, Phil.” I said.

“You, too.” He replied.

As his footsteps faded, I sat there alone and confused. What had just happened?

I felt so many things. Confused by his actions, guilty for my own, aroused by his advances and the kiss, and uncomfortably out of control. Phil was average looking, although he’s easily six foot five. And I never thought of him in a sexual way before. If anything, he was like an older brother or an uncle to me at work. I mused on it for a long time, finally reaching a decision on the way home. This isn’t going to happen. I’m married, he’s married. We both have families for Christ’s sake. I don’t know what he’s trying to achieve, but I’m not going to be unfaithful to my husband.

I was firm in my decision and planned on talking to Phil first thing in the morning to clear things up. But as I went to sleep, curled in the loving arms of the man I love, I dreamed of a rough hand on my face and soft lips against mine.

Too wired for coffee, I waited outside of Phil’s office first thing in the morning before anyone else arrived. When I saw him pull up, I took a deep breath and gathered my courage. Phil was after all, technically my superior, even if he didn’t act like it. He walked in and pulled out his key, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Good morning…” he said, turning the key in the lock.

“Good morning. Can we talk for a sec?” I asked, hating how high my voice sounded.

“Sure. Come on in.” he shut the door behind us for privacy, for which I was grateful.

“Thanks. It’s about last night, I- “I began but was cut off by his lips crushing hard down on mine. I felt his entire body, impossibly tall and solid, push mine up against the door. One hand was gripping the back escort sınırsız çankaya of my neck, holding my head close. The other was grabbing my hip and feeling my waist. My mind exploded, all thought and reason gone. All I could focus on was the tongue invading my mouth, and his growing erection against my stomach. For a few seconds, we were nothing but deep breathing and heat. I finally came back to Earth, my mind no longer floating above us observing. I once again pulled away, my chest heaving.

“Phil, what are we doing?” I asked incredulously.

“I don’t know.” he replied, shoving his hand through his hair.

“You’re married. I’m married. We can’t. Why would you…?”

“I know. I know! I don’t know. You were just sitting there the other night, looking so… I just… Couldn’t help it. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.” he said, looking as confused as I felt.

I suddenly realized this was not a ploy for blackmail, or some sleazy act of domination. He was just attracted to me and was as conflicted over his feelings as I was. Of course, this realization only made it more innocent, made me more sympathetic towards the situation.

“Phil, I like working with you. And… And obviously I’m attracted to you, too.” I said, my face blushing furiously. “But we’re going to have to ignore it. For the sake of our families, and our working relationship.”

“You’re right. I never should have- I’m sorry. I hope this doesn’t complicate things.” he said, looking sincerely remorseful.

“I can forget if you will.” I smiled and held out my hand.

He shook it, and we stood in awkward silence for a moment longer. I opened his door and left, feeling my wet panties rubbing my thighs and feeling ashamed. I went back to my work and tried to clear my mind.

Phil left early for some out-of-town business and was gone for the next two days. This gave me time to breathe and get things back to normal. I typed up excel sheets, made schedules, and ordered inventory. I cooked, I cleaned, I played with my son and his Legos on the floor. I kissed my husband good night and went to sleep thinking about Phil’s hardness against me. I didn’t feel guilty for these thoughts, they were just thoughts now. Nothing would happen, and it’s healthy to have fantasies.

Phil returned to work and things were normal again. We worked, we smiled and laughed. And by the end of the day, he came to my door as usual.

*Knock Knock*

“You ready?” Phil asked, keys in hand.

“Yeah, I’m fried.” I closed my laptop, grabbed my keys, and walked to the door.

But Phil didn’t move. We stood there, for an impossibly long moment. Heavy tension between us, here alone in the building. I panicked for a moment, trying to say something. Anything, to break the silence. Before my brain could function, our mouths came together, and our keys dropped to the floor. His arms ensnared me into an embrace, his hands firmly on my ass as he pulled me closer. My mind was wiped blank, and all I could do was hang on. My hands went into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to mine. I stood up on my tiptoes, held up by his big hands. We were kissing madly, all tongues and teeth, sighs and moans.

“Need to- see….” He murmured against my mouth.

He pushed my jacket off and let it fall to the floor while I wrestled his belt open to feel the outline of his cock through his briefs. He pulled my blouse up over my head to reveal çankaya eve gelen escort bayan my large F cup breasts in a simple black bra. He undid the clasp on my back and the weight of them tumbled free. Phil groaned softy and cupped one breast in each hand and began to massage them. As he did, a drop of milk formed on each of my nipples. His eyes went dark.

“You’re still nursing?” he asked throatily.

“No, but my breasts apparently don’t know it.” I laughed nervously, knowing how my milk is a turn off for my husband.

Phil pulled my hands off his erection and went to his knees to take one of my pink nipples into his mouth and suckled greedily. I moaned, my knees buckling and my hands using his shoulders for balance. He suckled my right breast until the milk flow slowed before moving on to the left. He did the same there, making me so wet that my thighs were slick with it.

“Phil…” my voice thick with need.

He stood to pull off his jeans and briefs, and his erection stood proudly. I’d never thought about Phil sexually before, but I was still surprised to see his 7″ uncut cock. It was thick, thicker than any cock I’d ever seen. And I vaguely wondered how he hid his erections before I found myself on my knees before him, gently touching him. I flicked out my tongue experimentally while keeping an eye on him. He groaned and his head fell back. I opened my mouth to take him, inch by inch while I cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. I went as far as I could and begin sliding my lips up and down his shaft, using my tongue on his head. I began moving faster, motivated by the taste of his precum in the back of my throat.

I suddenly felt myself being pulled up and pushed down onto my couch. Phil stood over me, pure lust on his face. He grabbed behind my knees, spreading my legs to accommodate him. He bent low, and positioned his thick cock at my entry, rubbing his head on my pussy lips. He stared down at me at he thrust his entire length into me. He slid in easily despite my tightness, I was so well lubricated and gushing from the days of sexual build up. Phil began to move in me, slow deep strokes that made my vision blurry and my mouth hang slightly open as I concentrated on the sensation of my pussy gripping his thick cock. We locked eyes as we moved together, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He shifted, lifting my legs over his shoulders, putting all his weight on me, deepening his strokes. As his cock head slid into me, it pushed against my g-spot, and I could feel an orgasm building. He fucked me faster now, pounding me so hard that I let out a loud moan after each thrust.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…” He groaned into my neck.

On the verge of my own orgasm, I couldn’t think, couldn’t process what he was saying. Phil let out a loud moan and buried his cock deep in my cunt, and I bit his shoulder as I came hard, my pussy squeezing tightly around his cock. It wasn’t until I felt the hot ropes of his cum hitting my cervix that I realized my contracting pussy was milking his sperm deep into me. Too high to care about the consequences, I tried to catch my breath while he stayed inside of me, filling me with his seed.

We lay like that for a long time, until his cock softened and slipped out of me, our mixed cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my office couch. He finally disentangled himself from my legs and stood. I sat up, feeling his cum leak out and cover my thighs. He pulled his jeans on and watched me while I got dressed. We both stood now that our breathing had slowed, picked up our keys and walked out, turning off lights and locking doors. We stopped at our vehicles.

“Have a good night, Phil.” I said softly.

“You, too.” He replied.