Sleeping with a Co-worker

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In the mid-1980’s, “Beth” and I worked in a Fullerton, California, music and video store a few blocks from Cal State University. We were both in our late 20’s. She was a video rental clerk, I was the store merchandiser. Beth was a cute dishwater blonde, blue eyes, nice smile, about 5-5, average build, real quiet, and laid back. A stereotypical, soft-spoken midwestern girl. I was loud, zany, about 5-10, average build, brown hair, and green eyes. A hairy chest and circumcised cock surrounded by dark brown hair.

Beth always dressed overly modestly with loose-fitting blouses, sweaters, Levi jeans or skirts and pink tennis shoes with white socks. Nothing intended to get her any male attention.

I often dressed in Dockers, polo shirts and casual dress shoes with matching socks.

Beth loved Journey and Styx. I grew up as a devoted Carpenters fan from my Downey days.

Total opposites, Beth wasn’t really my type, she wasn’t in college, with no career, goals, while I was focused on a bachelor’s degree. I was a Southern California native in-between higher-profile, Hollywood, media jobs. Beth grew up in the upper-midwest-with a sheltered life.

I was the only guy that worked there that didn’t try to quickly score with her. I respected her. The other “boys” were “horny” to get into her panties. She, quickly, rejected their immaturity, but let word get out that she wanted to score with me.

One day, she approached me, and invited me to a home-cooked meal at her apartment. Making her bahis firmaları intentions clear, Beth told me to bring a romantic R-rated movie and a toothbrush and assured me that she took “those little pills” to “keep from making a baby.”

I hesitated.

At first, I turned Beth down, not wanting to take advantage of her – for easy sex – and concerned about losing my semi-management job. However, after my manager told me that he didn’t have a problem with us “hooking up” as long as we kept things professional, at work. He wasn’t going to risk his job.

Beth would often go to bed dreaming of me thrusting my, swollen, rock-hard, cock into her very moist and aroused pussy and would caress her pussy intensely with her fingers until she came and then fall asleep – wanting more, so much more.

One day, at work, I sat down, with Beth, at lunch, and told her I wanted her to set some goals=though it wasn’t “my place” to “run her life.” When she told me no one had attended college, in her family, “the big picture” started to focus: I was the first to encourage her. She applied for the next semester at Fullerton, Community College, and we set our “dinner date.” She picked out “Paradise,” a Blue Lagoon ripoff, with plenty of skin, and invited me over for lasagna “and dessert.”

After we finished dinner, we were enjoying making out, on the couch, and started towards her bedroom to create our own passion-the dessert.

Neither of us had much, sexual, experience, with, just, a handful, of kaçak iddaa partners, combined.

We longingly French kissed near her, king-sized, bed, and comforter, slowly, undressing each other, in the candle-lit room. It should be a crime that she hid her beautiful body under such casual work clothes I worshipped Beth’s breasts, sucking them like a hungry infant, giving her the first breast-orgasm, of her life, she admitted. “Other guys always want to go straight for my pussy,” she said. I told her “don’t worry, Beth, your, pretty, pussy is in my plans for the rest of the night.” She laughed and said, “no one has spent the night, before. They “cum and run” out the door. “It’s humiliating,” she explained. “It makes me feel like a criminal. Like being raped. I’ve only been with two guys. I lost my virginity on prom night. He bailed a few minutes later. Last year, a man ‘laid me and left me’ after round two.” i found out, later, the scumbag is married. I stopped returning his calls.

I told her that their childish selfishness was disrespectful and laid her down to start eating her blonde hairy pussy. After sucking her toes, moving up then licking her clit and fingering Beth to another orgasm, it was time to make love. I, slowly, tenderly, eased my, rock-hard, cock inside her, tight, wet, bushy, pussy, as she moaned in pleasure. Parting the silken petals of her desire, we danced across her sheets, rolling me onto my back and delivering her first “on top of a guy,” creampie. A few minutes later, after kaçak bahis she sucked me back to hardness, we resumed French kissing and loving in missionary, rolled over, to “doggy,” then back to missionary so I could suckle her breasts… and French kiss her-again. We “came together,” another first for her, and, eventually, spooned our way into sleep after Beth realized that I really wasn’t going to “cum and run” out her bedroom and front doors. As our, wonderful, orgasmic rush started to fade, she smiled at me, and lay upon me, letting my cock stay buried deep inside her. At about 3:00 am, we awoke with Beth saying, “Yes, my lover man, I could get very used to having this every day. Making sweet passionate love, then drifting off, and waking up to find you still in me later. It means so much.”

We made love again when I woke her by stroking and licking her clit. Once more, we, horizontally, danced across her sheets and fell asleep until she greeted my “morning wood” with her sexy mouth and tongue. Another passion-filled session before we headed to her bathroom to shower together and make love under the warm spray. I sent Beth into orbit with the shower massage to her clit. A few minutes later, Beth slid out to her kitchen and she cooked our breakfast, wearing only her apron, as I ate pancakes and bacon and eggs as I sat in the nude… It was a fun way to end our first night together. Others soon followed.

Though our co-workers didn’t seem to notice or care, we were “an item” for a few months when Beth’s dad, tragically, died and she moved back to Indiana to help her mom pay the mortgage… She did enroll at IU and earned her elementary school teaching degree and credential and became a grade school teacher.

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