This story is 100 percent true:
I cannot believe it, but it has been over ten years since this encounter. But I remember it as if it were yesterday. Me and this pretty hot young woman were co-workers at a midsize lower Manhattan firm. We were both in our middle twenties and were basically on the same level of management, so there were no real issues if we became involved. Anyway, we took several months to get to know one-another and it eventually became obvious that we were attracted to each-other. We went out to dinner one night in the South Street Seaport, not far from our building. After a great dinner and a few drinks, we were looking for somewhere to hook up. She lived in Brooklyn, sort of far by train, but she lived alone. I lived in Jersey, even farther, and to make matters worse, I lived in a bachelor pad with several other guys and had no privacy, whatsoever. So we opted to go back to the office, which was about a two-minute walk from the Seaport. It was after 10:00 PM and the place was deserted. We went into a conference room and began kissing each other like we hadn't seen each-other in ten years. We were both getting really hot. The fact that the conference room was so big bothered us both; if someone came back to get a file or check their voicemail or some other ridiculous thing, we would be nailed, big-time. We would almost certainly be fired. There was, however, this tiny conference room off of the larger one that was much more private. Even if someone came in, they would have to go through the big conference room to access the smaller one. We would hear that in time to hide behind something or at least, get dressed. We opted to go in there. Even better, there was a big leather couch to spread out on. One side of the room was almost ceiling to floor panes of glass; the view at night was absolutely spectacular. We were over twenty floors up and had a clear view uptown; Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Empire State Building; all of these were lit up, in plain view. We sat on the couch and she straddled me. She was short, but had these great, thick muscular legs. She always wore heels in the office with sheer stockings and I always caught myself checking out her flexing calf muscles as she walked. Anyway, she wrapped those strong legs around my waist and began whispering her sexual fantasies in my ear: "I wanna suck your cock...I want you to fuck me from the front, then flip me over, fuck me doggy style, then come all over my ass." She was just getting warmed up. I was shocked that this professional businesslike woman had such a dirty mind, but I loved it. Anyway, she proceeded to undo my pants to free my throbbing cock. She remarked at that it was big, which I already knew, but it made her all the more hot. She proceeded to suck my cock while working her hand at the base of my shaft. I loved the sight of her perfect red nails wrapped around my thick cock as she sucked. I eventually came; I then realized that I had to run to the bathroom to get paper towels, but still no one had shown up at the office. When I came back, she said it was too soon to fuck, but she insisted that I rub her pussy and talk dirty in her ear. I returned the favor by rubbing her hot little muff and telling her that I couldn't wait for her to dominate me with her muscular legs. I told her I wanted her to squeeze my waist and threaten to crush me unless I fucked her thoroughly and properly. She went off with my commentary and came with a gasping, moaning orgasm. We never became boyfriend and girlfriend, but we did fuck each-others brains out several times after that. We planned it better after that; I went to her nice apartment where there was no fear of being interrupted. She was just a great girl. We eventually left that office and took other jobs; she moved away and I never saw her again. But I will never forget her and that incredible night.
I cannot believe it, but it has been over ten years since this encounter. But I remember it as if it were yesterday. Me and this pretty hot young woman were co-workers at a midsize lower Manhattan firm. We were both in our middle twenties and were basically on the same level of management, so there were no real issues if we became involved. Anyway, we took several months to get to know one-another and it eventually became obvious that we were attracted to each-other. We went out to dinner one night in the South Street Seaport, not far from our building. After a great dinner and a few drinks, we were looking for somewhere to hook up. She lived in Brooklyn, sort of far by train, but she lived alone. I lived in Jersey, even farther, and to make matters worse, I lived in a bachelor pad with several other guys and had no privacy, whatsoever. So we opted to go back to the office, which was about a two-minute walk from the Seaport. It was after 10:00 PM and the place was deserted. We went into a conference room and began kissing each other like we hadn't seen each-other in ten years. We were both getting really hot. The fact that the conference room was so big bothered us both; if someone came back to get a file or check their voicemail or some other ridiculous thing, we would be nailed, big-time. We would almost certainly be fired. There was, however, this tiny conference room off of the larger one that was much more private. Even if someone came in, they would have to go through the big conference room to access the smaller one. We would hear that in time to hide behind something or at least, get dressed. We opted to go in there. Even better, there was a big leather couch to spread out on. One side of the room was almost ceiling to floor panes of glass; the view at night was absolutely spectacular. We were over twenty floors up and had a clear view uptown; Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Empire State Building; all of these were lit up, in plain view. We sat on the couch and she straddled me. She was short, but had these great, thick muscular legs. She always wore heels in the office with sheer stockings and I always caught myself checking out her flexing calf muscles as she walked. Anyway, she wrapped those strong legs around my waist and began whispering her sexual fantasies in my ear: "I wanna suck your cock...I want you to fuck me from the front, then flip me over, fuck me doggy style, then come all over my ass." She was just getting warmed up. I was shocked that this professional businesslike woman had such a dirty mind, but I loved it. Anyway, she proceeded to undo my pants to free my throbbing cock. She remarked at that it was big, which I already knew, but it made her all the more hot. She proceeded to suck my cock while working her hand at the base of my shaft. I loved the sight of her perfect red nails wrapped around my thick cock as she sucked. I eventually came; I then realized that I had to run to the bathroom to get paper towels, but still no one had shown up at the office. When I came back, she said it was too soon to fuck, but she insisted that I rub her pussy and talk dirty in her ear. I returned the favor by rubbing her hot little muff and telling her that I couldn't wait for her to dominate me with her muscular legs. I told her I wanted her to squeeze my waist and threaten to crush me unless I fucked her thoroughly and properly. She went off with my commentary and came with a gasping, moaning orgasm. We never became boyfriend and girlfriend, but we did fuck each-others brains out several times after that. We planned it better after that; I went to her nice apartment where there was no fear of being interrupted. She was just a great girl. We eventually left that office and took other jobs; she moved away and I never saw her again. But I will never forget her and that incredible night.
