Years ago, when I (M) was a youthful 23-year-old, I found myself irresistibly drawn to a captivating co-worker named Ashley (F23). She possessed the most enchanting dark bronze tanned skin that seemed to radiate under the sun’s gentle caress, especially when she adorned a vibrant bikini. While Ashley undeniably resembled the ethereal beauty of Joy Harmon from Cool Hand Luke, she had a uniquely slender figure and her generous bosom was subtly allured in its own right. However, it was the day she graced our workplace in a pristine white sun dress that solidified her as the epitome of desire in my vivid imagination.
Ashley and I were not only colleagues but also intertwined within the same social circles. She had an affinity for men who commanded respect and held prominent positions within our community – be it successful entrepreneurs, dashing hockey players, or talented musicians. It seemed that every charming boy had their chance to bask in her affections. Yet, despite her persistent string of boyfriends, I had all the time been the ever-present confidante, ready to offer solace whenever one of her amorous dalliances crumbled. Though we were undoubtedly stuck in the friend-zone, I couldn’t help but fall into the trap of being an ardent admirer, forever haunted by the entrancing image of her in that captivating sun dress.
During her latest romantic endeavor, Ashley skillfully captivated James (M28), the charismatic lead singer of a trendy local band, successfully luring him away from his devoted long-term girlfriend. As the dust settled, it became evident that her audacious actions had caused discord within her once tight-knit circle of friends, leaving many to turn their backs on her in favor of allegiance to James’ forsaken partner. While I valiantly attempted to maintain a neutral stance amidst the tempest, Ashley often turned to me seeking attention and solace during James’ absences.
One fateful night, Ashley finally took the initiative and extended an invitation for me to stay over and distribute an intimate cuddle session. On certain evenings, she would send me alluring texts once James had departed, oblivious to the fact that I was toiling away during the graveyard shift. Though I wasn’t particularly fond of being someone’s second choice, the desire to conquer her overpowered any lingering hesitation.
It was during one of these passionate cuddle sessions that everything reached a climax. Spooning each other closely, I couldn’t help but feel my throbbing member press against her smooth, bare leg, leaving a single, tantalizing droplet of pre-cum gracing her velvety tanned thigh. Sensing my growing arousal, she turned to face me, sensually lifting her leg over my hips, straddling my pulsating manhood. A hint of shyness remained, causing her to keep the tantalizing curves of her chest concealed beneath her top. Nevertheless, her allure was undeniable, even if a foolish man had once made her question her slightly larger-than-average nipples. The dim, ethereal light seeping through the window, heralding the approaching dawn, cast a captivating, slightly blue-grey glow upon us.
Gently teasing her luscious dark clit with the tip of my engorged member, she eased her body downward, enveloping my willing shaft with a delicious tightness that felt like returning to warmth after enduring the frigid cold. Years of longing and unrequited desire had finally led me to this pivotal moment, where I was boldly venturing where countless men had gone before. Yet, in that moment, nothing else mattered to me. I relished her presence, her sun-kissed skin glistening in the dusky light, clad only in a teasing skimpy t-shirt. My hands were consumed with exploring the exquisitely smooth bronze contours of her hips and pert backside, all the while marveling at her captivating features. As minutes turned into an intoxicating fusion of sheer pleasure, it became increasingly difficult to contain my impending release. Sensing my struggle, she gracefully rolled off me, leaving frustration washing over me like a tidal wave. “Why?,” I tried to reason, desperate for understanding. “You were about to climax,” she revealed matter-of-factly. “I’m not on birth control, and I’m using this opportunity to entice James into getting me pregnant.” Flustered and disoriented, I lay there, my frustration seething beneath my surface composure.
Like a puppet controlled by the forces of paternal instinct, I revealed my intentions to Ashley. I assured her that if she were to conceive, I would discreetly retreat, allowing her to claim it as James’ child. I observed her gaze drifting upward, fixated on the ceiling, her mind navigating the treacherous depths of this sinister plan. A mischievous smirk crept across her lips before she climbed back onto my still-throbbing manhood with newfound enthusiasm. In perfect harmony, she rocked, bucked, and ground her hips against mine, ensuring that I remained buried deep within her sultry, welcoming embrace. It didn’t take long before my body tensed, my heavy balls pulsating with a long-awaited release as I unleashed the most intense, copious eruption of pleasure deep within her warm, wet sanctuary. She maintained her position atop me, even as my manhood softened inside her, the sweet remnants of our shared passion seeping onto her disheveled bed sheets.
The following morning, we treated ourselves to a leisurely patio breakfast, both of us indulging in contemplative silence, reflecting upon the profound intensity of our clandestine encounter and weighing the consequences of ever exposing our well-guarded secret. With a mischievous glimmer in my eye, I finally broke the silence, uttering the words, “Every dog has its day.” Behind my stylish sunglasses, a suggestive smile played upon my lips, forever encapsulating the stormy and irresistible nature of our shared desires.
