My Most Blatant Casual Sex Experience

At a job for not too long I go with other department coworkers to lunch for a coworker's birthday. On the way back to the office I end up in the car of a married coworker. He holds the door for me, then pulls the seatbelt and buckles me in. The seatbelt crosses my chest separating my boobs. He cups my left boob and asks if I want to fuck.

We drive to a motel off the freeway, he goes in and gets a room. We drive around, get out of the car and go into the room, pull the curtains. He unbuttons my top, unhitches my bra, I take my pants and underwear off, turn down the bed and lay back and open my legs. A minute later he is in deep, gets his rhythm going, a couple of minutes and he's done. We get dressed and go to the office.

I quit the next day, moved back to Nebraska, got my old job back and settled down.

I don't talk about that day, it was a one time thing. I do know it was the last straw living in California. I need more than casual sex with coworkers. It is now in my rear view mirror, but not out of site. I should have just said no thank you.