My coworker wanted to say goodby but fucked me instead...

I’d always noticed Sarah from across the office. Sharp tongue in meetings, tight skirts hugging her hips just right, that look she’d give me over her monitor like she knew exactly what she was doing. We’d spent months trading sly smiles, brushing a little too close in the break room, stretching conversations longer than necessary.

On my last day, the tension felt electric.

After the farewell drinks with the team, she leaned in close. “We should celebrate your freedom,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Bar down the street. My treat.”

The place was dim and loud, but we found a cramped corner booth. Our knees touched immediately. Neither of us moved them. Beers turned into shots. We laughed about late nights at the office, bitched about the boss, and then the conversation shifted, lower and slower.

She leaned forward, blouse dipping just enough to flash the lace edge of her bra.

“You’ve been checking me out for months,” she teased, her foot sliding slowly up my calf.

“Guilty,” I admitted, my hand settling on her thigh.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed closer.

By last call, we were practically on top of each other. Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered what she would have done to me if we hadn’t been coworkers. My cock was already straining against my jeans.

“My place is close,” she murmured.

We barely made it there without stopping to make out against brick walls. She tasted like whiskey and heat. At her door, she fumbled with her keys while I kissed down her neck, hands gripping her ass hard enough to make her gasp.

The second the door shut behind us, she shoved me against it and crushed her mouth to mine. Tongues tangled, desperate and wet. She ground her hips into me, feeling how hard I was.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she breathed, ripping off her blouse.

Black lace clung to her full breasts, nipples already stiff under the sheer fabric. I groaned and grabbed her, squeezing through the lace, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she arched into me.

She dropped to her knees.

Her fingers made quick work of my belt. My cock sprang free, thick, hard, leaking. She looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes before wrapping her lips around the head.

Her mouth was hot and filthy. Tongue swirling, taking me deeper and deeper until she was choking on me, saliva dripping down my shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. The wet sounds filled the room.

“God, you taste so good,” she mumbled around me

I pulled her up before I lost it. I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, then lifted her easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her soaked panties pressing against my bare cock.

In the bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed. She slid off her skirt, revealing matching black lace panties, darkened and drenched at the center.

“Rip them off,” she demanded, spreading her thighs.

I hooked my fingers into the lace and tore. Her pussy was slick, swollen, glistening. I dropped between her legs without hesitation, licking slowly from her entrance up to her clit. She was dripping, sweet and tangy on my tongue. I sucked her clit hard while sliding two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them until she cried out.

Her hips bucked. Her thighs clamped around my head. She came fast, body shaking, soaking my fingers and mouth.

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop,” she moaned, grinding against my face.

I flipped her onto her stomach. She arched her back, ass up, lace straps framing her curves. I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one deep thrust.

She was tight and burning hot, gripping me like a vice. I started moving immediately, long, hard strokes that made her gasp into the pillow. Skin slapped against skin, the room thick with the sound of us.

I leaned over her, pinning her wrists above her head, pounding deeper. Her ass rippled with every thrust. She pushed back against me, meeting every slam.

“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I gave it to her exactly like that. Her pussy clenched around me as she came again, flooding me with heat.

I pulled out and turned her onto all fours. She looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin, wiggling her ass for me.

I slapped it once, watching it jiggle, then drove back into her. This angle was brutal, deeper and harder. Her tits bounced beneath her lace bra as I pounded her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other rubbing tight circles over her clit.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” I growled.

“Do it,” she shot back instantly. “Fill me up.”

That was it. My orgasm hit hard and fast. I thrust deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as I came inside her, emptying myself completely. She screamed as she climaxed with me, her pussy milking every pulse.

When we finally collapsed onto the bed, we were slick with sweat and sex. Her lingerie was twisted and ruined, her makeup smeared, and she looked completely satisfied.

She rolled onto her side, tracing her fingers lazily down my chest.

“Best goodbye this company’s ever given,” she whispered.