Drew's Last Day

I happened to glance up from my computer, and caught his quick look away.

It was little things like that, that had me thinking lately, could he possibly be into me? He'd started with the company a few months ago, and we'd been able to have easy conversations. Each talking about the recent move to the area, looking for a place with his girlfriend, and how much he was dreading the Minnesota winter.

We worked for a software company, not a huge place, but decent sized. However, we were in the same department, so we could see each other pretty easily. I have to admit - his easy going nature, soft southern accent, and gorgeous eyes made me swoon. Every time he walked by I pop my eye down to that round ass. So nicely displayed in his jeans.

He seemed like he had a cloud over him the past few days, which was odd. Typically he was a happy, go-lucky guy with a positive attitude. After wrapping up a client call I saw him coming toward me. Furrowed brow, and  a serious expression.

I turned to greet him.

"Hey bud, you got a minute?"

"Sure thing Drew, what's up?"

He sat on my desk, closer than usual. I couldn't help myself and my eyes slipped down to the full basket resting between his legs. I glanced up to catch a smirk in his lips and a glint in his eye.

"I wanted to let you know that I'm actually moving out East, I got recruited for a new job, and I can't turn down the opportunity."

"Congratulations!" I said in as hushed a tone I could manage in such close quarters. It was clear he was trying to keep things quiet.

He stood up, rested his hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze. "I just wanted to thank you for everything." With that he walked away.

The day progressed as any other - the announcement of his departure made in our afternoon meeting.

Typically I am out of the office by 4pm, as I arrive early. However, I had a late meeting on this particular day, which was going to keep me there well past 5:30. From experience I know that the office is usually empty by 4:30, so I figured I'd be able to wrap things up in peace and quiet.

I'd wrapped up my meeting, and was prepping the follow up that I needed to send to a customer. I was sure that I was alone so I started softly singing along to the music I was playing. Sometimes, especially when listening to certain artists, I lose myself in the music.

I was dancing along to the music, this was made easier by the fact that I have a standing desk. As I was swinging my hips and swaying to the music, I feel a set of hands on my hips and I'm pulled back.

The unmistakable impression of a cock presses against my ass. At first I'm startled, but I start to feel the music again, and my hips continue to sway. The cock pressed against my ass grows in length and girth. I love the feeling against my ass, feeling guilty I shoot a side-eye glance at the picture of my and my husband on my desk, before getting pulled tighter into the person behind me.

I'm so lost in this feeling, the rush of the forbidden and the thrill of getting caught, I reach back and grab the throbbing cock, squeezing. That elicits a moan of approval.

Spinning around I drop to my knees, pulling down his zipper as I go, then tackling the belt and button once I'm firmly on the ground. After fishing all 8.5 inches of uncut manhood out his jeans, I wrap my lips around the tip, teasing it with my tongue, feeling the precum flooding out as I do.

Finally I look up at his face, Drew is looking down at me with lust filled eyes. A slow wink and knowing smirk on his face.

"You look real nice with my dick in your mouth Mike" he said, looking at me like his prey.

I slowly descended the length of his cock with my mouth, without breaking eye contact, until his pubes tickled my nose. Pulling out of my mouth and pulled my up by my arm pits and bend me over the next desk. Thankfully it was unoccupied, so we didn't have to worry about making a mess.

I was wearing a pair of pull-on, jogger type pants that day, so I untied the drawstring and let him pull them down. My underwear went with them. The pre-cum covered head slid down my crack, leaving a cool trail behind.

Inching its way lower, I feel the sticky head on my bare hole. With a single spit and a lot of pre-cum, he began pushing toward his goal. My ass opened willingly and swallowed this beautiful man's cock.

Within seconds he was balls deep inside me. A guttural moan released from us both. Me releasing the tension I'd built as he demanded access into the inner most recesses of my soul. Him in the fact that my insides were pulsating due to the invasion and pleasure.

He started to withdraw and it feel like he was sucking my soul out, only to met with a crashing thrust forward. His style was brute strength and powerful thrusting. The force of which was causing the desk we were on to creak dangerously.

I could feel his hip bones causing my bubble butt to shake and jiggle with each thrust. Pushing back when I could to meet his thrusts, I wanted every ounce of his nut buried inside me. Just as I was building to my climax, I feel him going for a withdrawl.

I glance back and he gives me a reassuring look. Pulling me into a standing position and turning me to face him. His mouth seeks out mine like a heat seeking missile. His lips just as soft and luscious as I expected, with just a hint of stubble on his face.

"I want to look into your eyes when I cum in you Mike." He said with a southern drawl, and assured confidence that's what i wanted too.

I nodded, kicked off my shoes and pants, and lay back on the desk, drawing my knees up to my chest. Without fanfare or warning, I felt his cock buried to the hilt.

"FUCK" he exclaims and his ball meet my taint.

A guttural grunt was all I managed, before he was pulling out and sliding back in. I was a mess of sweat and lust. Sliding around on this empty desk like a regular office whore.

I was nearing my climax, given that he was pummeling my prostate. I reached out and grabbed him and stared into his eyes, he knew what he was doing to me. I saw that smirk appear on his face and instantly my whole body went into orgasm. From the deepest recesses of my body, I could feel waves of pleasure cascading through me. Rope after rope of cum shooting up my hirsute chest.

I saw the twitch in that smirk, then his eyes got very focused. It felt like he was looking into me. He slammed deep inside me and grabbed my hands. Bringing them up to his chest and called out. I feel the heat fill me, his load rocketing into my ass.

Collapsing on me, he was panting from exertion. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him how amazing he was. His cock started to soften and slowly slipped from me, once it did some of his cum escaped too.

Luckily the office we work in has showers available for us to clean up, especially since we were both going home to significant others.

"What made you decide to do that Drew?"

"I learned the pleasure a man can give in the Army, and I've wanted to ride that ass of yours since day one. I'd be a fool not to fuck you before I move."

As we were gathering our things to head to the shower, I happened to notice a pool of cum near the door. Someone must have seen us. Clearly they enjoyed the performance. Who could it have been? What would that mean?

"I might have to fuck you again in the shower Mike." Drew said, breaking me out of my own thoughts. "That ass felt too good for just one."

"Lead the way."