I started working on this a while back and I think I've finally gotten far enough to start posting on here. More parts to follow.

Part 1

How had he found out who she was? Nothing on her profile lead back to her real identity; at least she didn’t think it did. They both followed the board talking about sexual fantasies. They had been responding to each other’s posts and comments for a few months now and had even started to chat one on one recently. They were kind of getting to know each other. She had even though it would be neat to meet in person, maybe try out some of the things they had been talking about. She still thought meeting up would be fun, but could they now? They worked together. He was a little higher up in the company, but he worked in in marketing and she was over in customer relations. It was a big enough company maybe they could get together.

But how had he figured out who she was?

She had come back from lunch to find a note on her desk. It was written on a post-it and simply said “Hey CurvyNerdy, how is your day going? – PenguinMonster (Chris A.)”. She assumed he had left the note because he wanted to meet up, not just to say he knew who she was. Online at least that seemed like the kind of man he was. She knew him a little in person from various work events but they had never really chatted. He wasn’t that much older than her and he was pretty good looking. There were a few rumors around the office about him liking to rack them up, but she always took gossip with a grain of salt. And at any rate, what did it matter to her? She had racked up a few herself and wasn’t really looking for anything serious anyway. And with all that practice he must be pretty good in bed.

She decided that she would approach him after hours. She would go over to his office before she left for the day. She had a hard time focusing on her work that afternoon. She had butterflies in her stomach and her mind was decidedly somewhere else. She just hoped he didn’t leave early.

At 5pm on the nose she clocked out, gathered up her purse, grabbed the post-it, and headed to his office. She smiled at her coworkers, wishing them a good weekend as they left. As she walked across the office she wondered how long he had known. Had he waited until Friday intentionally? Regardless, she was glad that he had.

His office door was half open. She approached and knocked lightly pushing it open the rest of the way. He was standing at his desk looking at some papers. When she knocked he looked up and smiled. He had an angular face but a soft smile.

She held up the post-it and said “My day was pretty good.”

They just stood there for a moment; grinning at each other. They looked each other up and down, assessing what was in-front of them.

His hair was black and cut short, his eyes green, and he stood just under 6 feet. He wasn’t at all fat, but neither was he skinny. Dressed in a well-tailored gray suit it was hard to tell his true physique; he couldn’t hide his broad shoulders though. His shirt was light purple, his tie a lighter gray with flecks of purple and blue. He wore classic black leather shoes, polished but not shiny.

She was just shy of 5’4”, long dark auburn hair, blue eyes and full lips. As her screen name suggested, she was curvy. She carried a few extra pounds, but it was distributed to give her nice round hips, DD cup breasts, and a slim waist. She knew it wouldn’t last forever and dressed to show off what she had, today in a fitted blue blouse with a V-neck showing a work-appropriate amount of cleavage and a full knee-length black skirt. She finished off the look with black kitten heals.

“I’m glad.” He said, putting the papers he had been holding on his desk.

He stepped out from behind his desk towards her. She stepped into the room closing the door behind her. They were standing the distance of a hand shake from each other, just looking at the other. Neither seemed to know what to do next.

“So,” she decided to start. “How did you figure out who I was?”

He stepped up to her and grinned a mischievous grin that told her he wasn’t going to say. At this point she supposed it didn’t really matter. Her heart was starting to beat faster. She hoped he would say something. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

He reached up and ran a finger along her jaw line, down her neck and asked “Do you like cherry pie?”

This was a phrase that had been talked about in a post they had both liked as a way of asking permissions to continue without being so explicit. They both liked the idea of a phrase like that. She breathed in sharply knowing what would happen if she said she did.

“I love cherry pie.”

His finger continued down her neck to between her breasts. He leaned in and kissed her, gently at first then working up to a hard passion quickly. His hand moved to massage her breast while his other reached around her to grab her ass. She dropped her purse to the floor and lifted her hands to put them on his shoulders, then one began to hold the side of his face, then ran her fingers thru his hair.

He stepped them back until she was pressed up against the door. She wondered if he would simply hike her skirt up and take her right there, she hoped he didn’t, not this first time. He just reached around and locked the door. He pressed into her and she could feel him. She couldn’t tell how big he was but she wanted to find out. He kissed her again, running his thumb over her now hardening nipple thru her shirt.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her smiling. His hands ran up her sides to her arms and then continued, drawing her arms away from him and up above her head. With one hand he held her hands there while with the other he began to play with her breasts under her shirt and bra. He brushed over her nipples feeling them harden. At first he was gentle, brushing, massaging, but then he pinched a nipple a little harder than she was expecting and she let out a gasp. He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. She smiled and nodded, so he pinched the other one a little harder. She tried not to gasp too loudly, not sure how many other people were still in the office.

Wither her back still pressed against the door he released his grip on her hands and began to undress her. She let him, knowing to him it was part of the fun. She like it too. He was asserting control and taking care of her all at the same time. First it was her shirt, revealing a green lace bra. He blew a breath lightly on each nipple watching them perk up just a little more. It made them both smile.

Next came her skirt, puddling on the floor showing off the matching green lace boy short style she preferred. He had been lowering himself down her body as he undressed her, occasionally kissing parts of her as they were revealed. She had her hands on his shoulders at first, but then as he knelt to remove her skirt she rested them on his head, slowly stroking his hair.

He was kneeling in front of her now, his face right at her now wet pussy. He leaned in and sniffed, giving a low noise in his throat showing his pleasure at how she smelled. He grabbed her hips and pushed his face father into her now very wet panties still covering her aching lips. He began to lick and nibble at her thru the lace making her moan. His fingers began to dig into her hips. She responded by holding tighter, grabbing his hair as though to hold herself steady, which wasn’t far from the truth.

He pulled back only so he could pull her panties down, helping her step out of them. Now he could clearly see her trimmed pubes and luscious lips dripping with arousal. He used his tongue, starting at the outside and working his way in, splitting her lips one by one. He made small gentle circles around her clit before he let his tongue sink into her, his mouth and lips encasing every bit of her pulsing pussy.

Her knees began to buckle as he began to thrust his tongue around inside her, but he held her hips tight, bracing her against the door. After only a few moments he dug his nails into her flesh and move to her clit sucking a licking till she writhed and shuttered with pleasure as the orgasm shot thru her. She sagged a little as it subsided, but he held her up, standing to wrap his arms around her middle after wiping his mouth off on her stomach. He kissed her hard. Her tongue found its way into his mouth. She could taste herself on him.

As he kissed her he deftly removed her bra letting her bouncy tits fall free. She arched herself to press them against him. He broke the kiss and quickly moved them to the small couch he had. He lay her on it, propped up against one arm. He stood there and looked at her as he stepped out of his shoes and socks, shed his jacket and undid his tie. He then knelt by the couch and began to play with her breasts with his tongue and teeth as he continued to undress, first his shirt then his pants and finally his boxers. As his hands became free he used one to grasp and play with the breast and nipple his mouth was not currently enjoying.

She lay there, eyes closed, moaning in the pleasure. She could hear him undo his belt and slip his pants down. She opened her eyes half way and looked over. His hard cock was now free and she loved what she saw. She wanted it. He was uncut and big. Not extreme, but she wondered if it would all fit in her mouth. She wanted to find out, but she didn’t want him to stop playing with her either. She reached out with one hand, starting to slowly rub up and down; her thumb working over the tip now beginning to drip with pre cum.

He paused for just a second when he felt her take him in her hand and moaned. He love the way her hand felt around him. And her thumb running over the tip was the best little added detail. He loved playing with her breasts, but he wanted to feel her lips encircle him. He bit down on her breast, pinching her nipple. When he did her grip on him tightened and she arched in pleasure.

He raised his head, grabbed her knees to swing her to a sitting position and stood up in front of her. He hoped she would, hoped she could, deep throat him. She sat up easily, never letting go of his rock hard cock. As soon as he was standing she scooted forward and began to take him in her mouth. Just the tip at first, rolling her tongue around the tip, licking up the pre cum that had dripped under his foreskin. She used one hand to continue stroking him and the other to play light with his balls. This wasn’t something he was particularly fond of so he gave that wrist four light taps and she stopped.

She loved the taste of him. She licked every drop of pre cum, sucking on the head of his cock before starting to work her way down his shaft with her lips. She didn’t rush, but nor did she take her time. Then she started to take him in her mouth. She went down awaze, then came back up, then went down further, then back up. She went just slow enough to allow her mouth and throat to stretch. She began to gag before she had hit the bottom of his smooth member; but she wanted to take it all. After a moment more she seemed to hit her stopping point, she couldn’t quite reach bottom.

He could hear her moan as she bobbed up and down, sucking and licking almost all the way down his shaft. Then he heard a little frustrated sound. He had been watching her. She seemed to be wanting to get him entirely into her mouth, but couldn’t quite manage; so he decided to help her. He wanted to feel her lips against his pubic bone. He had been resting his hands on her head, letting her set the pace, but this time as she went down he grabbed ahold of her head and thrust into her. Her hands switched from holding the base of him to grabbing his hips.

He pulled almost all the way back and then thrust gently but quickly all the way down again. He did that a few more times before holding her there. She rolled her eyes up to look at him. He saw pleasure there, and behind that a small amount of fear. He loved just that little bit of fear. Just enough to know that he was starting to push her limits. She hadn’t taped him four times to tell him to stop after all.

As her nails began to dig deeper and deeper in to his flesh he pulled all the way out. She gasp and licked her lips. She smiled up at him and then move her mouth back around him, this time letting him set the pace. He thrust only a few more times before he pulled out, releasing her head.

He lowered his head to kiss her on the mouth. He then sat next to her lifting her over onto his lap. She spread her legs, straddling him. She took him in her hand, placing his tip against her soaking lips. She braced her hands on his shoulders, his hands on her hips, and she slowly sank down onto him.

He could barely stand how slowly she was going, but he knew he had to give her time to adjust to him. She was biting her lip, panting with the effort to take him into her. He massaged her hips, trying to help her relax into him. It seemed to be working as with a satisfying sigh she sank all the way onto him, but she didn’t seem to fully relax. He knew why. He could feel he was so far in her he was pushing firmly against her cervix.

She leaned into him, kissing him as she began to gently rock her hips back and forth on him. It took her a little effort to not moan loudly. She didn’t want her sounds to carry outside this office. As her hips began to rock a little faster he used his hands on her hips to help him thrust in and out. He couldn’t pull fully out, but it was far enough. Soon she was bouncing up and down, her wonderful breasts bouncing as she rode him.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer as their pace increased. She had already shuttered with small orgasms twice. Faster and faster he thrust into her, she bounced and rode, pounding him all the way in, rubbing her clit against him as often as she could.

As he could feel himself about to crest he let go of her hips, reached one hand down to rub her clit and the other grabbed her breast. She kept up the pace and within a few moments they both climaxed. She arched her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming out, loud moans and satisfaction unable to be contained joining his grunts of pleasure and he shot his load deep into her.

She could feel him pulse in her. She love the feeling. Her pussy clamped down on him and her orgasm shook thru her. As it began to subside she kept her pussy clamped around him. She didn’t want it to go anywhere yet. He seemed to be on the same page.

As their shuttering died away she sank against him, her arms gathered in against her, breathing hard. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, encasing her against him. They held there for a few minutes, simply taking in what they had just done. As his cock softened and shrank back down she could feel his cum begin to drip out of her. It brought her back to reality.

She pushed off him and sat back, still straddling him, and looked at him. “Well, that happened.”

He chuckled and replied “Yes, it certainly did.”

She climbed off of him and he went to his desk to grab the tissue box so they could both clean themselves up a bit.

“That was…”

“…worth doing again.” He finished her thought, or at least what he hoped her thought was.

“Very much so.” She confirmed, pulling her panties and bra back on. “Do you think anyone on heard us?”

“On a Friday after 5pm?” He chuckled. “I think the office chairs spin as people left for the 3 day weekend.”

“Even the executives and managers? You guys seem to live here half the time.”

“Not on long weekends. Half of them weren’t even here today.”

“You were still here.”

“I was waiting to see if you would stop by. I figured you wouldn’t come till the end of the day, but I was getting nervous that you would decide to just go home.” He was dressed leaning against his desk watching her finish buttoning up her blouse.

“So what are you doing with your three day weekend?” She asked.

“You.” He smiled at her confidently. “I need to get you somewhere when I can hold you down properly.”

She blushed, but didn’t look away from him. She though he was being a little presumptuous that she would be free over a holiday weekend. She mostly was though and also wanted him to take her again. “Yes, you do. And where would that be?”

“My place. I’ll come pick you up. Say Sunday around 2pm?” He asked.

“Ok. I’ll be ready.” She replied, walking over to his desk and writing her address down on a pad of note paper laying there. She tore it off and handed it to him. “Any requests?”

“Hummm, yes actually.” He was pleased she asked. “Matching lacy bra and panties. Red. Or black if you don’t have red, but I think you do. Most revealing skirt and top or dress you’re willing to go out in public in and strappy heals. Do you have any requests of me?”

“I don’t think so.” She reached for her purse and headed for the door. “See you Sunday.”

With that she unlocked the door and left the office. She was glad she had given her a day to rest. She loved his giant cock, but having not had one that big for a while, she needed a day to recover before doing it again.

He took his time putting his office away for the long weekend giving her time to leave before he did. Seeing each other in the parking lot just didn’t seem like it would be right. He had known she would need a day to recover before he really took her, but he also had a few things he wanted to make sure were ready before Sunday.