Fucking the Married Chick From Up the Street

“Fucking the Married Chick from Up the Street”

We had worked together for a time. She sat in the cubicle next to me at the call center. Everyday that we showed up, we were both happy to see one another. God knows that job was boring enough. So just seeing her made my day that much better. But she was off limits to me. She was married with a kid. Had she ever told me that she was off limits? No. But I respected that arrangement and never thought about breaking it.

As with most workplace friendships between men and women, we began to flirt. At first it was simple teasing, but then she became something of a confidante to me. I would let her in on my inside jokes and make her part of them. We played little games and what not, but nothing ever too serious. She was a gorgeous girl. About 5′ 6″, brunette, fit, big ass, and big tits. Always wore glasses like Sarah Palin.

One day while on the phone, she reached around the shared wall of our cubicles and handed me a note:

“What’s up?”

I just stared at it. I didn’t know what to say. I pressed my mute button and started to speak to her, but she held up her hand and did a writing motion in the air. She wanted me to write her back. So I simply wrote:

“NM.U?”

And handed it back to her. She kept it for a little while before writing on it and handing it back.

“Just thinking about you.”

“What?”, I thought. “Why is she saying this?” But I wrote her back.

“Shutup, you’re crazy, haha.”

I handed it back to her and it seemed like she immediately handed it back.

“Really,” it said.

What was this supposed to mean? Did our flirting just go to a whole other level? I started to get excited but decided to just relax and roll with it. So I wrote:

“What about me?”, before handing it back to her.

Back around it came.

“About me and you.”

“What about me and you?”

“I dunno.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t want to know.”

“I’m not being like anything. I figure if you want to tell me, you will, or you won’t. Either way’s cool.”

“I had a dream about us last night.”

“Oh yeah? What about?”

“About me and you.”

“What were we doing?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know. Why don’t you just tell me?”

“I will, but you have to tear his up and throw it away if you keep it.”

“Sure.”

“I dreamt that we were having sex.”

“Haha, wow.”

“It was really good.”

“Well, that’s okay. I have dreams about fucking chicks all of the time.”

“Ever had a dream about me?”

“Look at you, you’re a freak, haha.”

“Have you?”

“Never a dream.”

“What then?”

“Just like a fantasy a few times.”

“Oh?”

“No big deal.”

“So you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Fuck me?”

“C’mon, I’m not about to write that down, haha.”

“You can.”

“Okay. I mean, I absolutely would. I’d love to, but you’re married and I don’t fuck around with people’s wives. That’s a good way to get shot.”

“I’d let you.”

“Whoa!!!”

“What?”

“We can’t. I’m not messing with your marriage.”

“We don’t get along anyway. We haven’t had sex in a long time and he’s mean to me.”

“Then leave him.”

“I’d leave him for you.”

I knew that this was dangerous territory I was getting into. While I wasn’t exactly friends with her husband, we got along well. And I didn’t want to ruin their marriage or anything. I knew they didn’t get along and fought all of the time. But the erection in my pants made my brain act strangely. I had to write her back.

“Be quiet.”

“What? I would.”

“Well do that and then we’ll talk.”

“Did you like that?”

“Like what?”

“When I said that I want you to fuck me?”

“Of course I did.”

“What would you do to me?”

“I’m not going to write all of that.”

“Please?”

“Yo, you need to chill out.”

“C’mon, just tell me.”

“I would bend you over my bed and fuck you from behind.”

“Oh my.”

“I’m sorry, but then I’d flip you over and fuck you while I played with your clit. And when I was ready to cum, I’d cum inside of you. That’s why I don’t just have sex with anyone. If I’m going to fuck someone I’m going to cum in them and they’re going to be mine.”

She looked up at me. Her cheeks were rosy red. She was embarrassed from the vulgarity of my message.

“Wow!!!”

“Sorry. But that’s what I fantasized about.”

“Did you masturbate when you fantasized?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you cum really hard thinking about fucking me?”

“Actually yeah.”

“Mmmm. I like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

My cock was so hard in my pants and I could feel the precum leaking from the head of my cock. I imagined that her panties were soaked through with her wetness, and in fact they actually were, she would later tell me. She was just as aroused as I was.

“Well, maybe one day….”

“When?”

“When you’re not married anymore.”

“Okay. Deal.”

And that was that. She didn’t hand the note back and threw it in the trash. When we went on our lunch break, I walked by the trash can, grabbed the note from it and put it in my pocket. Then I went out to my car and got my lunch. I decided to sit in my car and eat since the windows were tinted and I didn’t like to socialize while I ate. I took the note from my pocket and read over it. “Man, this chick is nuts,” I thought as I read it. My cock shot up the leg of my pants and strained against them. I started to rub it and once again, it started to leak it’s precum. My underwear was still wet from the last time. I read over the note again and again and rubbed my hard cock. No one could see me. I wanted to cum so badly but knew that it would be a huge mess. It was all I could do to just put the note in my glovebox and stop touching himself. I finished my lunch and went back into the office, in a hurry.

When we got back in there, it was time to take more calls.