A Girl in My Office Wanted to Fuck Me

By Spurtz

For twelve years I worked as a mechanical designer job shopper. Job shopping is where the company you actually work for loans you out to companies who need temporary short time help. That “short time” can run from a few weeks to many months.

One job I was assigned to was a group of about six or seven designers. I was the only job shopper. Our manager was a super guy who was assisted by a very attractive woman named Julie.

I briefly flirted with her which was common back in 1962 between co-workers. Nothing serious. Just joking around.

She lived close by and drove back and forth to work with a neighbor. One day the neighbor had to leave early for a doctor’s appointment and Julie asked if I could drop her off at her home. It was only a few minutes out of my way.

When we got to her house she invited me in. Stupid me still hadn’t realized what her plan was. Her husband was a fireman and worked four days on and three days off. On the days on, he stayed overnight at the firehouse. So he was not coming home that night.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter involved in casual conversation when she asked if I wanted a drink of soda. I said OK and she pressed her body right against mine and reached over my head to get a glass out of a cabinet.

That’s when I woke up to what the plan was. I proceeded to kiss her and before long we were both naked and fucking each other’s brains out on the bed.

This was the beginning of a several month’s long affair to see how many times we could fuck. It was mostly at her house although one experience caused me to alter our behavior. We wanted to fuck so much that I would even go by her house on the days her husband would be coming home. She would call him as soon as she got home. If he had already left for home, I would take off.

If he was still at the station, we knew we had about an hour to do our business. But one time I pushed it a bit too far. I left her house and as I turned up the street to walk to my car, her husband came around the corner and drove into the driveway. If he had been 30 seconds earlier he would have seen me coming out his front door. I knew his car because I had seen him pick Julie up at work before. That was my last visit on a day he would be coming home.

At the office my desk was behind a row of filing cabinets and I was somewhat obscured from the view of the other employees. One time Julie stopped at my desk and asked me take my dick out. Which I willingly did. She proceeded to masturbate me to instant hardness. She jacked me for a minute or two and then said, “Take me to lunch and I will finish this off.” Then left.

I took her to lunch but instead of lunch I found a shady neighborhood street and proceeded to fuck her in the front seat of my car. I was sitting in the passenger seat with my cock out and she straddled me. She pulled her panties to one side, inserted my cock, and started thrusting up and down. Anybody walking or driving by who happened to look at us would instantly know what we were doing.

We did the lunch thing a few times but decided it was too risky plus not as much fun at her house where we could get totally naked.

One other time we had finished up when somebody knocked on her door. Not knowing who it could be, I bailed out the rear bedroom window and ran through a neighbor’s yard to get to my car. I found out the next day that it was the paperboy there to collect his money.

After a few months of steady fucking she told me she had decided to stop. I don’t remember her exact words but it was along the lines of fucking me was spoiling her marriage and she didn’t want that to happen so we had to stop. I was disappointed but saw her point.

I left that job assignment shortly after that so the affair would have ended anyway.

She had a very unusual name and for the hell of it, I recently looked her up online on the longshot that she had stayed married. To my total surprise I found her Facebook page where I left a message.

After a couple of weeks and no response I looked at the page again and realized there had been no new posts for over a year.

I did some further digging and found her husband’s obituary where it said he had served as a fireman his entire life so I knew I had the right Julie. More digging somehow turned up her daughter’s phone number. I called and said I was a former friend of Julie’s from many years ago. She said her mother had given up the Facebook thing. I gave her my number and email address but never heard anything. Maybe she never passed it on to Julie or maybe Julie had no interest in communicating with me.
Amazingly, she and her husband had stayed together for over 50 years before her husband passed away from cancer.

Based on the relatively short but torrid affair I had with her, I would never have guessed she would stay with the same man for fifty years. Good for her.