What a mess of a title, I know. Reminds me of Wish product title where they try to fit int every single keyword they can.

Blackout... Challenge... Well, that's not really anything, just that I saw the pinned post and decided to post even if the following is rather tame by SSC standards (and mine). Also to brush off those writing skills.

So, fucking a random coworker. Let's go.

This happened last Wednesday. It's the classic setup of the office's social club planning a BBQ for the start of the summer. I went without any agenda, just to see my teammates face to face and vent with them about the shit that had taken place (earlier that day no less) with a beer in hand.

If you’ve ever been to such an event, most people tend to hang out with people they know. So, how did I end up meeting this random coworker, and who was he? First of all, no, I don’t remember his name. As far as I can recall, he was from the sales department and he knew some of my teammates who are more public facing than I am (meaning that when he has questions about the stuff he sells, he asks them). At some point, he joined our group of people, and we all spent the evening as a group.

The guy was attractive, I’d put him in his early thirties, average 6ft tall, neither particularly in-shape nor yet sporting the dad-bod, well dressed (more professional than not, which I dig for some reason). Anyway, I liked what he was selling. It was a stark contrast to my jeans short, loose tank top, and tattoos on full display.

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It’s now past 19:00, people are starting to leave, and I kinda like the vibe with the guy. So, what’s a girl to do in that circumstance? She is going to play her “I don’t have a car” card and ask for a lift from said guy. If he accepts, you get to be alone with the guy and ramp up the flirt. If he refuses, well, tough luck. Anyhow, he did accept, and homebound we were. Next step? Invite him in for another drink/coffee of course. If that works, you’re pretty much there unless something dramatic happens. Guess what? He did come in, so, count down for him cuming in.

<Insert casual platitude>...Or not. Why waste time. I give him the promised beer by standing way too near to him. There really was no place for Jesus between myself, standing up between his legs, and himself, sitting down on my couch.

Now it’s time that I deliver what I sold him. I remove my tank top, he touches the now bare skin of my waist. He gets up, grabs me and moves us to the bedroom (guess he didn’t like my 10ft wide bay window on the ground level). One has to take the lead, and he does. He kisses me and grabs at my body, a handful of boobs and ass. I can feel how hard he is beneath the fabric of his pants, and I feel super cognizant of his hands on me. We quickly finish undressing in unison. I hear a “wow” from under his breath, before outright telling me how “fucking hot” I am. Now without any fabric between my hands and his dick, I feel how hard he is as I start stroking him. He goes back for the kiss and tightly brings our body together.

We fall on the bed in our heated embrace, and he gets on top of me. His form encompasses mine and makes me submit in an horny daze. He aligns himself. I wrap my legs around his hips. He thrusts himself inside me. I moan and squirm in pleasure. Doesn’t take long, and he’s giving me every inch of his love and I was responding with verbal encouragement and a physical dance of my own to complement his.

We wiggled and crawled around in our carnal embrace. At some point massaging and kissing my breast, fingering me and exploring every corner of my body. This might have been before or after I took the opportunity to taste myself by licking his dick, long strokes of my tongue from the base of his shaft to a kiss on the head, before wrapping my mouth around it to get it as far as I could, like the hungry slut that I was. Or maybe this was after he had grabbed me by the hips forcefully and started pounding me from behind without any restrain, like the animal he had become, bringing me to a mind breaking orgasm.

I only seem to remember clearly the moment he came. Back to our original position. My legs around him to prevent him from escaping his tithe. He pushed and pushed, groaned and grimaced. I felt the warmth of it, smiling in reflex, knowing my body broke him as his did mine.

Afterward came the collapse, the laughs and respite. The cleanup and shower. Finally, the not so hard goodbye.