The past couple of days, Olivia and I were working OT, due to some miscommunications. A presentation, which we werent informed about, had to be done asap, as a certain client was to drop by the following week. Melanie had left, her father wanted her to be present for a certain family event. Then again, she never stays for OT. It was good for me too anyway, it actually gave me some 1 to 1 time with Olivia since we usually worked till the wee hours before leaving together. I would send her home everytime we OT.
Olivia gave me the impression that she could be interested in me, or at least, open to meeting outside work at least. She let slip that the marriage was alittle strained. Her husband was overseas, if not, asleep when he’s in town when she’s awake due to his body clock being all messed up from travelling.
One particular friday night, I decided to try my luck and stick to something safe.
“Hey, now that the whole presentation’s done. You wanna go hit the gym together after work or on saturday?”
“Totally. I really need to get my stripper’s booty back. Haha.”
“What? Haha.”
“Inside joke between my husband and I. He says my butt looks like a stripper’s and said it was a compliment. He kept on saying it, and now it stuck.”
“It is a compliment. And, if you dont mind me saying, your butt looks good, hah.”
“Huh? For real? All we did the last few nights were sit and eat, my ass looks terrible. You need glasses, V.”
“I mean…I would tap that, that’s all i’m saying.” I tensed up alittle, wondering how would she react to it.
“You naughty boy, you talk this way to your girlfriend?” she smiled. That’s good.
“Well, I’m single now. But if it worked for her then, i figured it would work on you.”
“Hah, I’ll see you tomorrow, V. 2pm. Thanks for the ride.” She handed me a card, playfully pinched my nose and left.
“Wait..we dont work…” She was gone.
Glancing at the card, it was a card of what i presumed to be the gym she goes to.
Must remember to buy protection. Must remember to buy protection.
I kept muttering that to myself the following morning whilst washing up. Feeling a tad nervous yet excited, i arrived half an hour earlier than what she said.
The gym Olivia goes to was spacious and decked out with all sorts of equipment and machines. The free weights started as low as 5kg and went up to 90kg for the serious gym rats. They even had yolks for the strongman enthusiast.
The members of the gym consist of mostly the upper class, given that it was marketed towards them. Hence, it was no surprise that it was majority older people, a more matured crowd with a few exceptions here and there. But sadly, nothing worthy of my attention. Or, maybe I just came at the wrong time and day.
Olivia came at 2:15, and boy, she was dressed to impress. She tied her long hair into a ponytail, and accesorized with gold hoop earrings and a wristband. Clad in a scarlet sport bra top which had a V cut in the centre, showcasing a good amount of cleavage. Her midriff was exposed, and her toned body was up on display for all to see. She completed her outfit with black tights shorts and nikes.
Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination, her curves, her toned but slim thighs, that firm and round ass of hers. Everything was on display, and it was extremely arousing. And I wasnt the only one to think that way, heads turn whenever she went.
I decided that honestly was the best policy.
“Are you here for a photoshoot or to workout?”
“Huh?”
“Olivia, everyone is looking at you, including yours truely.” I pointed at myself, unable to hide the little smirk i had.
“Oh c’mon. There are plently of other ladies dressed like this.”
“I’ve been here awhile. And I havent seen a single one. You are honestly smoking hot right now.”
The smirk i had evolved into a grin. Olivia jabbed me with her finger, rolled her eyes alittle.
“Tsk, you tease.”
With that, we proceed to workout together. It wasnt the most intense workout I had, but I definately took full opportunity to flirt away with Olivia. She seemed to reciprocate without any apprehension. And by the end of the workout, i had smacked her butt a couple of times while teasing her and the sexual tension was undeniably strong.
Entering the shower facility, which was insanely huge, it was empty. As I took a complimentary towel, I felt a hand grab me and drag me into one of many sizable shower cubicles.
It was Olivia.
The look in her eyes were one of longing and yearning for affection. She stared at me for awhile, and kissed me.
“V, it’s wrong for me to do this to you. And please dont judge me, it’s just I havent had any action for awhile. I’m only human, I have needs too.”
“Yeah I..eh understand.”
Not wanting to spoil the mood with further talking, I kissed her, and we embraced. My hands started to roamed downwards, and i grabbed a piece of that butt I’ve being staring at the whole afternoon. Olivia moaned, and started to take off my singlet.
Within seconds, we were both naked and passionately kissing. My hands were busy touching every part of her. Running my hands down her soft, slightly sweaty back, down to her bubble butt, now exposed. I squeezed her butt, and slowly backed up to the ceramic bench in the shower and sat down.
Instantly, her legs locked themselves around me and she sat on my thights. My penis, fully erect, stood at attention, calling out for some attention. With one hand hooked around my neck as we continued kissing, her right hand reached down and gave my penis the attention it was looking for. She stroked my manhood with her thumb occasionally touching the tip of my penis which was erupting with pre-ejaculate.
I went south, and started kissing her neck. Olivia tilt her head backwards, letting out a soft moan, soaking in the sensations that was vibrating through her entire body.
Suddenly, she stopped me.
She got off me, and her lustful eyes stared at my cock. Kneeling down, she grabbed my cock in her left hand and started stroking. She leaned in close to my rod, i could feel her breathing on my cock. She stared at me as she stroked my manhood up and down. Her tongue fiddled with the tip of my penis…and nothing else. She then used both hands to drive me to the verge of cumming all over her.
“How badly do you want me to suck your cock?”
“Please…” was all I could managed. She broke my resistance, her handjob had drove me completely crazy. I was willing to beg her if need be.
She smiled, and slowly lick the tip of my penis. Her tongue drew circles around the tip, covering it in a mixture of saliva and precum…all while her hands tirelessly stroked me. Fucking cocktease.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, her tongue dipped downwards and she licked my shaft. We maintained eye contact the whole time her tongue ran along my shaft. This ‘punishment’ went on for a couple minutes, in which her hands were now drenched in precum. I was admittedly alittle intimidated to tell her to speed things up alittle, and just waited impaitently.
Placing my cock in her mouth, she started sucking my penis deliriously, slurping noises echoed throughout the whole shower room which mercifully still remain empty. Her head bobbed up and down, saliva drooling all over. Her hands reached down to grab my balls and play with them.
All that teasing left me so high and close to cumming, seeing the way she wrap her lips around my manhood and suck it with so much lust and fervor. I knew I couldnt last long. About 5 minutes into this heavenly blowjob, I opened my eyes, and looked down at her, still fully engrossed in giving all her love to my cock and balls.
“Olivia, I’m cumming.”
She gave no reaction and continued. I reached my limit, and came. Endless streams of cum exploded in her mouth, yet she was relentless in her goal of draining me of every single drop of cum. I was left breathless by the time she came up to me.
Licking her lips, she just had one word to say.
“Yummy.”
Exhausted from her blowjob, i merely stared at her. She giggled at how drained I looked.
“It’s your fault, you know.”
Reaching down, she started stroking my deflating penis. I was too tired to resist.
“Let me make amends then.”
Grabbing my penis, she led me to ths shower. We took a shower together, taking turns to lather each other and wash each other up. Seizing the opportunity to feel Olivia, I caressed her breasts, softly pinching her erect nipples, licking them after i washed them. She returned the favour, taking forever to lather up my cock.
Rubbing her clit elicited a moan from her which almost got us into trouble, someone happened to be in the shower room as well. She looked at me, pleading for mercy. Smirking, I sped up my circular massage on her erogenous spot. She was squirming and her legs almost gave way. She grabbed my left hand and bit down on it to drown out the need to scream out her ecstasy.
Wincing in pain, i drew back my left hand and kissed her. Hearing footsteps walking around, trying to figure out the source of the noise…Olivia place a finger to her lips, and we resumed our shower.
We dried up, silently laughing about the whole incident. Staring at her naked body, my penis started getting hard. We locked eyes, and the message was clear. Round two…to hell with whoever was outside.
Laying her down on the bench, I kneeled down and started kissing my way down. I ran my hand up from her thighs while i kissed her neck passionately. Pausing at her breast, I lightly licked her erect brown nipples. My hand reached her nether regions and I resumed my clit massage.
Olivia closed her eyes, soaking in everything I was doing to her. I reached her vagina and started tasting her. Hmmm, fucking nectar…she tastes so good and ripe for my cock…cant wait to have my cock engulfed by her vagina.
I stuck a finger in, she cried out…the pleasure was too much for her. Her hands were trapped in my hair, literally about to rip them off. I dont know if the stranger was still there, and frankly, I couldnt care less now. I started finger fucking her, teasing her by tapping her gspot in a “come-hither” motion. She was soaking wet in juices and sweat…her breathing was ragged, and I havent even fuck her yet. She looked at me, with pleading eyes.
“V, please…Please fuck me. I want you.”
God, she was driving me nuts. She looks so damm horny and thirsty for me to ram her soaking wet pussy. I came up, and kissed her.
Positioning my cock, I gently drove it into her juicy pussy. Thanks to all her natural lubrication, I went in smoothly. Not giving a fuck who heard her, she moaned loudly in ecstasty.
“FUCK! URGGGHH!”
Grabbing her hips, I fucked her at steady rhythm before picking up speed. Her back arching and closed eyes, along with her vaginal contractions let me know she was really close. Picking up speed, I thrusted faster…i could feel my tip pressing against her cervix. She was squirming about, the intensity was messing her up. She came, squirting her juices and heaving heavily.
“ARGHHH..UHMMMM, URRGGGHHH. FUCK! URGGGHHH!”
Dang, Olivia must be really loud in bed…she surely cant be popular with her neighbours. She was moaning without any care in this world, sweat running down her body freely. Alittle worried, I bend down and frenched her furiously to douse her moans…all while fucking her rapidly. Thank God, the man outside had some sense not to interrupt or call the staff.
Olivia came again, 3 times in quick succession. Her body bounced off the bench each time she came. Her love juices squirted all over my legs and the floor. Needless to say, my rod was submerged. All the contractions were driving me to my limit and with one deep thrust,and a deep groan, I came deep inside her.
Fuck! Keep thrusting, I want all of my cum deep inside her!
Trapped by my own lust, that was all I was thinking. I continued thrusting and kept on cumming inside her. She didnt resist and kept on moaning.
Completely emptied, I collasped on her…panting…with my cock still inside her. She was panting too, completely exhausted. We were drenched in sweat, so much for that earlier shower.
She started giggling suddenly.
“Haah, that…was awesome.”
Staring at her, I realised what just happened.
“Olivia, I didnt use a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m not ready for kids yet.”
“You’re really fucking hot, you know?”
She kissed me.
“I know.”
I pulled out and cum came drooling out of her. She wiped her sweat stained fringe away and asked me to help her up. Her stance was shaky after our sexual exertions. We washed up, this time without too much touching and came out of the shower. There was a Chinese man, in his fourties, fully naked if not for his boxers. He stared at us for awhile, shook his head then turned away without saying a word. I guessed he must have been the one that came in earlier. I awkwardly avoided him and quietly left the showers with Olivia.
It was around 5ish when I dropped Olivia back at her place. She invited me up, informing me her husband was in India at the moment. Her sexual drive was insane, I would have never imagine, at first glance, that she would be this crazy about sex. We went for another 2 rounds, where she let me cum on her face for the second round before proceeding to lick me clean. We went for dinner together and I stayed over at her place. Long story short, I fucked her another 2 times that night, both finishing inside her.
It was around 2am when we concluded and went to sleep. What an amazing day.
Around 5am in the morning, I woke up to some disturbance. She was giving me a blowjob with my flaccid penis. I honestly doubt I could get hard again after so many rounds.
“Olivia, I think I need a timeout.”
She ceased her blowjob for a moment, looked up at me.
“Just relax. I’m doing this for me.”
Okay…whatever man. Suck on my dick then, feels good anyway.
Sure enough, after awhile, I got hard somehow. And she climbed on top and started riding me. I was simply too tired to fuck yet the effort needed to stop her was too much as well. So i simply laid down and enjoyed the show…watching her bounce up and down my dick. Moaning away, her breast bouncing. I reached up to grab her tits and squeezed them.
She cried out inbetween rasped breaths.
“V…I’m…cumming…fuck”
Damn, life’s good when there’s sex.
The following Monday, I came to work wondering if it would be awkward being around Olivia after the whole sex carnival last Saturday.
She had made it clear that she still loves her husband and I suppose, I was merely a play thing…not even a fuck buddy. Something to satisfy her needs, to provide stress relief. She revealed that she havent had sex in 3months. Must be why she humped me like some animal in heat. And we ended things pretty cool, we kissed, and I left her place on Sunday morning. Highly doubt there will be any second round but whatever, had sex.
Arriving in the office, with thoughts on Olivia, I almost got hit by an axe.
Wtf? Narrowly avoiding it, I saw Melanie, with a grin on her face, swishing the axe playfully. It looked like the ones the Vikings use.
“Relax…it’s a prop.”
“Seems like someone had a good weekend.”
“Yeah, yacht party on Saturday. You should come, it’ll be fun.”
We walked to our department, discussing plans to go to her next party. As I headed to my desk, I noticed she gave me a funny look. Did i split my pants? Checked, nope. Weird.
Olivia was busy working already and had her head down. So much for awkwardness. Meh, oh well.
During lunch, Melanie and I ordered takeaway spaghetti meatballs and ate in the office. Heading to the pantry to dispose of the litter, I found myself cornered by Melanie. She had this inquisitive look.
Thks for the support, just got off work. TGIF bros and sis(if any).
“Yes?”
“V, how’s your weekend?”
Really? You cornered me in the pantry just to ask me how my weekend was? What’s next, you gonna ask me if Harry Potter and unicorns are real?
“Eh..the usual. Why?”
“Hmm, really?”
She led me to a more private and quiet part of the pantry, leaned in and whispered.
“Seems like you had abit of fun over the weekend. Abit too much fun, huh?”
There’s no way Olivia would tell Melanie, what does she stand to gain from it? Are they closer than they appear to be?
Sensing my puzzled look, Melanie broke out in a fit of laughter.
“You have a love bite on your lower neck, dummy. It’s noticable at certain angles.”
“Right…okay.”
“So…who’s the unlucky girl this time?”
Clearly, she hasnt forgotten the number of times I teased her about the guys in the office hitting on her. She’s taking full opportunity to get her ‘payback’. She gave me an amused look, nudging me for answers. I figured telling her half of the truth ought to suffice.
“Excuse me? Unlucky? It was some random girl. I crashed at her place.”
Melanie turned away for a moment to help herself to some yoghurt in the pantry. Giving me some as well, she resumed her questioning.
“So where did you pick her up? Wait, wait…do I know her? Haha.”
I hesistated for a moment, truth or to fabricate some story? She glared at me as I paused and deliberated.
“V? Bro code, I wont tell anyone, seriously.”
Fuck it, yolo.
“Olivia.”
“HAHAHA!”
She exploded in laughter, doing a mini junping and dancing routine…causing a few of our co-workers to turn heads. Right…I forgot I was dealing with a teenager here. So much for discretion. She stopped her celebratory jiggle and smiled.
“So? How’s she like?”
“She’s good, I suppose.”
“V, c’mon. You can do better than that. Tell me more. Wait, is she better than me? How many times did you do it? Who made the first move?”
“Mel, chill. It’s a one-off thing alright. And, to be honest, I dont recall much of our night.”
“So…I wasnt memorable?”
“Whoa…chill princess, I’m just saying I was too wasted to remember much.”
“Tsk, men. Whatever…at least, I got something interesting to spice up today. Lucky you though, Olivia has a good body.”
With that, we went back to work. Nothing eventful happened the next 2 weeks. It was mostly just Melanie teasing me about Olivia whenever Olivia had her back turned. Taking phallic objects like hotdogs, along with doughnuts from the pantry and fooling around. Sending me pictures of her attempting various orgasm faces with the caption “Recreating Olivia’s O face”.
It helped to create a happier atmosphere, I suppose. She and I went from good pals to really close friends, often hanging out after work whenever she wasnt requested for by her father to make an appearance at some event, local or overseas. Downside of being the only child, I suppose. We only didnt see each other on the weekends, I was busy resting, gymming and catching up with other friends. Whereas for her, I assume she would be busy partying on her yacht, travelling to nearby islands.
I wouldnt say we were intimate, we were just very open to each other about everything. The most I ever did was a peak to her forehead after seeing her home. Am I developing feelings for her?
The relationship with Olivia and I continued the way it was. We both pretended as if nothing special had occured, although I did notice she kept our conversations to a minimum and very professional. I suppose there was some awkwardness in the end. It stressed me out alittle, knowing our relationship is no longer the same. And also, secretly, deep down, I wished we were fuck buddies. She was really wonderful in bed, her husband is a really lucky guy.
“Hey V, you free this weekend? Wanna celebrate Halloween?”
It was the start of the week leading up to Halloween, which happened to fall on Sunday. Melanie was leaning over her desk, and looking at my work, awaiting my reply.
“Sure. I dont really celebrate but okay. Sounds like fun.”
In a soft whisper, she asked if I wanted Olivia to come.
“It’s okay. No need for that.”
Giggling, Melanie returned to her work. That night, I recieved a whatsapp message from her.
‘Btw, everyone’s coming in a costume. You better get one.’
‘Oh man. Thats kinda troublesome.’
‘Come in your birthday suit then. :P’
‘-.-’
Being a millennial, I posted a Facebook status, ranting about what to wear for Halloween. Within an hour, I got numerous replies from close friends, ranging from the trollish suggestion of “birthday suit”, “life-sized dildo”, “Elsa from Frozen” to feasible ones like “Dracula” and “zombies from the Walking Dead”
Out of the blue, I received a Facebook message notification, from someone I honestly thought I wouldnt be talking to again.
Lydia.
“V, you looking for costumes too? I need one asap. Wanna meet up and help each other? Been ages.”
Lydia was my ex. We lost contact with each other after we broke up, although we ended things on mutual terms. We simply lost the spark, and enlisting into army didnt help matters. We agreed to end things and go our seperate ways, although I felt bitter about it. The last I heard she broke up with her new boyfriend and was single as far as I was aware.
Honestly taken aback and surprised that she would contact me after so many years, I was unsure on the appropriate response. But fuck it, cant hurt to meet up with an old friend I suppose.
‘Sure. Thursday night, around 7?’
‘Sounds gd. Your number hasnt changed right?’
‘Yea, unchanged.’
‘Cool. C u this thurs! (:’
I woke up on Thursday, troubled…over what to wear. Wearing too nice and putting too much effort might come across as trying too hard to impress…an ex girlfriend. As if she would care…then again, maybe she would. This whole episode played out in my head, where I envisioned an angel and a devil debating on my choice of attitre. Which ultimately resulted in me being late for work.
Fortunately, Olivia didnt seem to mind. Clad in a black and white spaghetti zig zag strap dress, she looked stunning. She was wearing the same earrings she wore when we went gymming together and her makeup was immaculately done, giving her smokey eyes and enhancing her already seductive and kissable lips. Melanie caught me staring for abit too long and swiftly poked me in the stomach with her pen, rolling her eyes.
Sitting down, I received a whatsapp text from Melanie.
‘U shld w8 till she turns around, free show for all.’
Eventually…it was inevitable, Olivia excused herself to use the ladies. She walked past me and Melanie. Behold, she was bareback…I dont see any bra straps, so she is either using tape or going braless. Her toned back and smooth skin were evident, she had a slight tan overnight that seemed to heighten her alluring vibe. Probably visited a tanning salon. She seemed way, way too overdressed for work.
Melanie and I looked at each other. She stuck out her tongue and grinned, as if to say ’told you so’. Pity our friendship is now in shambles.
Surprisingly, Olivia joined the 2 of us for lunch, declining offers to join her other colleagues.
It was honestly awkward, the three of us walking together to my car. Olivia spoke to Melanie only, and I was like a third wheel in some relationship. Melanie, aware of the whole situation cause I’ve confided in her, occasionally poked me, urging me to speak to Olivia. Thankfully she restrained her straight forward nature and opt not to say anything about it.
We went off to a nearby Moroccan cafe, it wasnt too crowded but I honestly felt like some tree in a high speed expressway, completely overlooked and ignored. It was evident that the diners there were checking the two of them out. Melanie, with her model like looks and figure, and Olivia with her sexy outfit.
We placed our orders and started talking. I kept quiet for the most part whenever Olivia talked, seeing how awkward it was between us. Olivia apologised for not being able to hang out and ’take care’ of her interns the past few weeks. Laughing it off, Melanie questioned her on her outfit.
“Hey Olivia, what’s up with your outfit today? Why so sexy? Haha. V kept on staring when he came in this morning.”
I stared at Melanie murderously. You pesky little devil.
Olivia’s lips widen into a small smile and she looked at me, her eyes soften for abit, as if she was recalling our sexcapade. She briefly gave me a longing look before she replied.
“Nah. Going out with my husband tonight. V, shouldnt you be chasing girls around your age? I’m gonna be an aunty soon.”
Glad and relieved that she was finally speaking directly to me, I eased up and stopped being so tense.
“You? Aunty? I dont think so. And the problem with girls my age? All the good ones are already taken. The ones left are extremely…disappointing” I said this while looking at Melanie, unable to contain my laughter.
“Fuck you.” Pointing her middle finger at me, Melanie proceeded to jab me endlessly with her finger.
“That’s your cue, V. She says to fuck her. I’ll just stand and watch. Or film it if you 2 want to review your ‘performance’.”
Cracking up in laughter, the lunch went by in a light hearted and easy going manner. The 2 ladies ordered a kebab each to share amongst us three, citing a desire to lose weight as a reason for their underwhelming appetite. I went for the chicken couscous, which came with a generous amount of vegetables and almonds at the side.
After lunch, we walked around, entering shopping malls and window shopping. Melanie received a call from her friend, regarding her party this Sunday. She started to lag behind us, talking to her friend about the details and whatnot…leaving just me and Olivia.
“V, sorry about the whole…the way things turned out. I…didnt mean for our friendship to be tarnished.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m at fault too. I should have spoken to you about this…clear the air. Take the initiative to do that.”
Silence fell between us, only interrupted by Melanie’s voice every now and then when she replied to her friend.
Reaching my car, I looked at Olivia.
“We cool?”
“Yea, hah. Good to have you back in my life, V.”
With that, I drove us back to E Corp.