One of my first jobs was working in the operations center for a software company. I advanced from my entry level job to become a specialist in two areas of support and worked off-shift to earn a bump in hourly pay. Before I could go further they said I needed some supervisory experience so I took a team lead position for swing shift. The company was forming three centers in North America, Europe, and Asia to cover business hours in each region, so I got the lead for the Asia team. They hired a core of bilingual support specialists who would train the Asia center staff before advancing to other positions themselves.
There were four women on the team, and to my surprise all of them were young and attractive. The two Korean women were Susan, a tiny twenty-year old with a bubbly nature and Sandra, a slinky fox who dressed more like a call girl than an IT worker. The two Chinese ladies, Cindy and Mina, were like high fashion bookends. As far as the guys on the team went, Marcus and I were the only single men, the other three were married, older guys in their forties. We were a casual bunch who liked to have a potluck style meal or head out to a 24-hour restaurant on the last work day of the month. I liked to eat at my desk as a perk for working outside of management’s hours since I worked on projects rather than field requests, so I would usually head to the building’s fitness center to work out on my actual lunch break. I was into a set on the universal gym when Cindy wandered in. She made small talk and asked me if I knew any exercises to tone up her upper back, so I showed her a couple dumbbell and barbell rows. She remarked it was neat to see that I could teach something besides server operations and went back to her stroll.
Over the next few weeks she stopped by the fitness center once in a while, learning a couple of different lifts or just to say Hi. On her last she took off her jacket and heels and started doing the one handed dumbbell row I’d shown her the first time. I thought she would move the bench since it was right in front of me but she just braced herself and started pumping out a set. I tried to concentrate on the butterfly press but her skirt was riding up and demanded my attention. I got it in my head that she either was deliberately letting me have a free show or was clueless to the point where she wouldn’t notice, so I feasted my eyes on her for long moment.
The next week, she didn’t stop by during my workout routine. The week after, as I got ready for a bench press, I noticed her outside the window. She had changed into tight exercise clothes and was heading out for a jog around the building complex. I felt a little put out that she was toning up that cute body of hers but I wouldn’t get to watch. I turned on the cable TV hanging in front of the exercise machines and told myself that I should deal with it by going out and honestly getting laid that weekend.
I was taking a shower when I heard the locker room door open. The cleaning staff had already made their rounds so I figured it must have been one of the guys following my example. I was startled when the booth door swung open behind me. I turned and saw Cindy step in, removing her workout clothes without preamble before she got under the spray with me. She must have snuck back in at the loading dock entrance and doubled back upstairs.
“We got about ten minutes, if you want to have some fun,” she said, although she had picked up my shampoo and was starting to lather herself. She started running her hands up and down my legs and grabbed my hardening cock. “I take that as a yes!”
I took a deep breath as she put her arms around my neck and I held her waist. My erection was sandwiched between us when she plastered her body against mine, giving me a wet kiss. She curled a leg around me and rubbed her pussy on my dick. I savored the feel of her sleek back and cupped her small, tight ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly and pulling them apart.
“I saw you checking my butt out that night. Does it feel good?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Wanna fuck it?”
“Yes!”
“Get me wet,” she told me, turning and bracing her back against the shower wall. I knelt and held her leg up as I got my mouth on her pussy. The hot water was coursing down her body and ran over my face like an erotic waterfall as I feasted on her tiny, dark labia. She tried not to moan too loudly as I squeezed them between my lips and ran my tongue between them. I started to lick lower and swabbed the delicate skin between her vagina and her anus, kissing and sucking while she grunted her appreciation.
Cindy grabbed the handholds of the stall and stretched a leg up to the side. I supported her bottom as I latched my mouth over her clit and started to explore her asshole with a finger. She started to get noisy but we were too far gone to worry about getting caught.
“Mmmmmm! You’re so fucking good!” she gritted as I licked her clit like a famished beast. She wrapped her fingers in back of my head and pulled me tight, trying to rub my face off with her snatch as I sucked on her hot clit. After she got her fill, she grabbed my hand and led me over to a locker room bench. She gave me a hot tongue kiss and reached down to squeeze and stroke my cock. “This feels so hard and juicy. I need it inside me!”
She put a knee up on the bench in a mockery of the dumbbell exercise that got me itching for her, rubbing her pussy and sliding a manicured finger into her pucker. I spit out a bubbly wad of saliva there and she gasped, letting her breath out in a ragged sigh as I rubbed the head of my cock around on the drumhead- tight cheeks of her ass, and homed in on her moistened hole. I had to push really hard and almost gave up when she relaxed enough and I felt her sphincter’s maddeningly tight grip travel down my shaft. A railroad spike of pleasure jolted me as she shoved her hips back and finally had me balls deep inside her. She looked back at me and rolled her eyes when I pulled back and plunged in again with a smooth, deep stroke. Her lips puckered and breath puffed out loudly as I got into a sizzling fast rhythm. The muscles of her slender legs tensed up and she made helpless, pleasured sounds that bordered on wordless pleas for mercy. The way she twirled her hips when I grabbed them told me how she actually felt. I curled my abs tightly as I locked my pelvis against her. My balls contracted fiercely as jet after jet of semen flooded her guts.
“Woo!” she exclaimed as my shaft withdrew. I winced as the head of my cock was squeezed before it came out. Ropes of frothy nut escaped her ass to splatter on the polished wood of the bench.
She sighed and turned around to give me a playful peck on the cheek. I pulled her face around for a french kiss and her tongue danced with mine.
“My husband’s been away for two weeks now," she panted, "I’ve been so horny, I can’t stand it. Want to come back to my place when the shift’s over? I want you to do that to my pussy next time.”
“More than anything,” I answered almost absently, wondering if I could get anything else done until then with the cloud of lust that had taken over my mind. She told me to message her my number before work ended. She took my towel and dried off, draping it around her as she peeked out the locker room door. She looked back at me with a giggle before she darted back to the women’s locker room to get back into her work clothes.
