My Favourite Life

September 27, 2006

Sex in the Workplace

So that chick who works down the hall is pretty hot—especially considering you haven’t gotten laid in over a month, and you don’t have any irons in the fire. Here’s my perspective: never, never, never date a co-worker. It is bad on so many levels. Have I dated a co-worker before? Yes. Did I “get away” with it? Yes. Was I lucky? Yes.

In this litigious day and age, it isn’t worth it—especially if you value your job or career. Even if she is the one coming on to you, don’t do it. It is fine when everything is going along smoothly, but think ahead in case it falls apart? Do you want to have to see this person day in and day out? Besides, you know she is going to tell all of her co-worker friends everything about you—for better and for worse—, and she’ll exaggerate both ways.

Can you think about that chick? Yep, sure. Go ahead. I am married and monogamous, and I have had sex at work with my wife before. Just because I am on a diet doesn’t mean I can’t read the menu. We have a few hot chicks where I work—not to mention the summer interns who have left for the next semester.

Lisa is attractive—sort of a Fiona Apple (in her finest hours) look-alike: long, dark hair with full blowjob lips; tall, thin as a rail with no real body fat. As such, she doesn’t have much of an ass, but that doesn’t prevent me from thinking about how nice it would be to bend her over a conference table and deliver an anal memo. She has maybe AA – A cup breasts that are nice on her.

Lindsey isn’t so hot, but she thinks she is. Nonetheless, she has nice breasts. She does have an ass, but she kind of walks funny—a wiggle or a struggle—, but not from taking it in the ass. Or at least I don’t think as much.

Kelly looks a bit stuck up, but I am sure she puts out. She’s a thin blonde with low self-esteem. She usually wears a sweater, coat, or jacket, but this afternoon she had a tight white turtleneck that really showcased her tits. A nice full B cup anyway.

Eva is another dark-haired cutie with full D-cup breasts just begging to be touched, and an interesting in not fuckable ass. It is really hard—yeah, well, that, too—to sit across from her in a meeting all the while imagining how nice it would feel if she crawled under the table and just started sucking. She doesn’t have those luscious blowjob lips like Lisa, but they are nice average lips, still nice to slip your cock in between, and she does have deep blue eyes, too.

Another Kelly is older and single. She isn’t dating, and lives with her dog. She would probably be easy picking in another setting, but that isn’t the case. She is a natural redhead. She is over forty, but that shouldn’t matter.

What I usually wonder about these co-workers or even strangers on the street is whether these chicks are kinky? When was the last time she had sex? What kind of sex was it? How does she fuck? Is she a moaner or a screamer? Do she like it missionary or doggie style? Does she spit or swallow? Do she even suck cock? Have she even taken a cock in the ass? Would she? Has she ever participated in a threesome? Has she engaged in any lesbian action? Does she shave her pussy? Is it shaven now? Is this objectifying women? Yeah, and so? Does she know her co-workers and other people fantasize about her like I do?

There are others, a couple of petite blondes who probably fuck like minxes and some others who would do in a pinch, but I have to get back to work before the day is through.

OK, I lied. I set this aside, and am back to it again. I remember a time when I did “date” a co-worker. It was sort of a setup actually. This chick, Roxanna , was from El Salvador and she barely spoke any English. This is not uncommon in Los Angeles. She was very hot and about 18. I think I was 20 or so at the time. She was hired to do some petty tasks in an Import-Export business—mostly because the boss liked to look at her. Well, nevermind the back story, her immediate supervisor was a friend of mine—a Mexican guy, Roberto or Bob. He decided he would play a trick on her. Unbeknownst to me, he told her to ask me for a pencil (or something) but to ask me in English. There were a couple of other Central American girls working with us.

So, I am there at work with these other two girls—who were more bilingual than she—, and she approaches me and asks, “Can you fuck me in the ass?” Well, to say the least, I froze, and the other girls did a double take? I think at the same time we all responded, “What?” And she repeated, “Can you fuck me in the ass?”

I look over and I see Bob is laughing his ass off. The other two girls give him the evil eye, and ask her in Spanish what she thought she was asking. She told them that she was supposed to be getting a pencil, and she went pale when they told her in Spanish what she had indeed asked for. She was pissed and charged at Bob who was beside himself, but it all passed rather quickly.

This sort of broke the ice, so a few weeks later I asked her out Not that I was interested in fucking her ass, but she had a knockout body—at least an LA 8. We actually “dated” for several months, if dating means going back to my placing and having a fuck-fest. I never did fuck her in the ass. She had a huge, dark, thick bush, and nice C-cup breasts—the kind with really large, dark nipples. This was another chick with full cocksucking lips. I gave her a lot of head. According to her, before me, she hadn’t given anybody head before. I tried to make up for lost time. She wasn’t all that good at sucking cock, but hey, who’s complaining.

Eventually, she saw the “relationship” was going nowhere fast, so she called it off. At least it ended amicably. Anyway, I thought this was a funny sex in the workplace story, even though it didn’t happen in the workplace. I do talk about some other sex in the workplace in some other posts. Perhaps one of these days I’ll actually put in the links to those stories.

UPDATE: So, today, 3 women in my workplace passed me in the corridor, so I say, “Hey, Posse,” to which I hear one say to the others as they passed, “Yeah, pussy posse,” and they all giggle like schoolgirls. Now, of course, I might have been thinking that before I said what I said, but god knows I wouldn’t have gotten away with saying, “Hey, Pussy Posse!” What’s up with that?

One of these chicks, Tracy, has enormous boobs. I mean like HHH or something . I can’t even judge cup size when they get that huge. I have never had the pleasure of tits that large, and even though I wouldn’t be missing anything if I never had the opportunity to bury my face in them—or better yet fuck them—, I still wonder what it would be like. I wonder how many other guys think like this.

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3 Comments »

  1. i would bet there are a ton of guys who think like that. i definitely check out guys & wonder what they’re like in bed, guys have the titty check… girls have the crotch check (although most times you can’t tell what he’s like underneath, guys wear such baggy slacks!).

    and about the girls talking… they definitely do. i have a guy friend who’s actually gotten some action because a previous lover has talked about his size, so… of course they wanted to give him a test ride.

    Comment by Annie — September 28, 2006 @ 2:51 am | Reply

  2. Annie,

    I was interested in your blog, too. As far as trouser assessments go, my wife does that. Don’t ask. She points out some guy and comments on his endowment. I look, and I see nothing. I am not trained I guess. I love it when she says, “Guys don’t usually turn me on, but that guy…” Of course, she says this frequently enough to betray that she does feel the way against her protests—The lady doth protest too much, methinks. In any case, it is no big deal to me. On the other hand, if I say, “Check out the ass on that chick,” man, I’d be in for it. O! Of course, she comments quite regularly on the attributes of this chick or that, being bi by nature, but I usually just give some tacit acknowledgement by responding, “hmmm…” Women.

    Even when I have pointed out some woman (and lived to tell the tale), she typically disagrees. When she agree is when she gets really upset. Another thing on this topic is when she has seen some hot chick and comments some time later, “I know you’ll deny you noticed, but that girl in the pink sweater…” Now, how do I respond? When I say I didn’t in fact see the person in question, she says, “yeah, right.” And of course, I can’t admit that I did notice either, even if I did. Ah! The dilemmas of relationships.

    Thanks for your note!

    Comment by myfavouritelife — September 28, 2006 @ 1:09 pm | Reply

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