Most of the time, I worked remotely at home by myself. But when my coworker Melinda told me a water pipe burst and flooded her apartment, I didn’t think twice before inviting her to stay with me. We’d collaborated together on a lot of projects, and I was excited to have my friend and coworker back in my physical orbit. I’ll also admit I was thrilled to enjoy a bit of company without having to log on to the internet.

Within an hour of my saying she could come to stay, Mel was knocking on my door. We fell into a quick and easy rhythm from there.

There’d always been sexual tension simmering between us, but we’d never acted on it. Then Mel took a shower, and things suddenly boiled over.

I was sitting on the couch when she emerged from the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around her body.

She took a step toward me, maintaining eye contact as she asked, “You don’t mind if I walk through the apartment in my towel, do you?”

My mouth turned dry. Not trusting my tongue to cooperate, I shook my head instead of offering a verbal answer.

“Oh, good,” she said.

Mel rolled her shoulders, and seconds later, her towel fell to the floor.

“Oops,” she said with a giggle. “I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

I jumped up from my seat and bent to snatch the towel off the floor, saying, “Here, let me.”

When I stood, Mel was so close to me that her breasts brushed against my body.

She wound her arms around my neck and purred, “Come on, Max. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about fucking me. I see the way you look at me when you’re in the office. I know you’ve imagined taking me up against my desk.”

Her lips brushed my neck as she stood on her toes to whisper in my ear, “Or maybe you’ve thought about pulling me into the supply closet and ripping open my blouse and playing with my breasts.”

She took hold of one of my hands and rested it on her tit.

“I know you’ve wondered what it would be like to touch me…to taste me,” she teased.

Her free hand slipped between our bodies and dipped into her cleft. She gasped as she penetrated herself and pumped her digits into her pussy.

“Come on, Max. Don’t make me do all the work.”

She eased her fingers from her depths and lifted them to my mouth. Her dew clung to her fingertips. They slid over my lips, filling my nostrils with her scent.

I opened my lips and sucked her fingers inside my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

Her flavor sent my taste buds into a frenzy. I licked every last drop of juice off her digits before releasing her.

“I want more of that,” I said.

“Then take it.”

Spurred into action, I scooped Mel up in my arms and carried her to the couch. I laid her down and climbed into position on top of her.

Mel was absolutely right. I had dreamed of this moment many, many times. My brain buzzed with all the possibilities. Every inch of her skin begged to be kissed and licked — but where to start?

Realizing I’d never given Mel a proper kiss, I decided to begin with her lips and work my way down. What started slow and sweet quickly devolved into a tangle of tongues and limbs. My hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, skimming over her waist and reaching around to her ass. I was a man possessed.

Mel hooked her leg over mine and rolled her hips, rubbing her clit against my thigh. Even with my pants acting as a barrier, I could feel her heat.

“Oh yes,” I groaned.

My erection surged to life, tenting my pants and pressing against Mel’s belly.

“Oooh,” she moaned. She reached down and cupped my bulge. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”

Mel fumbled with the drawstring on my pants. She tugged them down below my hips, taking my boxer briefs along for the ride.

My cock sprang forward in triumph, happy to be released from the confines of the restrictive fabric.

Mel wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft and slid them over the velvety skin. She brushed the pad of her thumb over my crown, teasing me with her touch.

“Everything I wanted and more,” she murmured against my lips.

While my mouth was busy exploring Mel’s neck and breasts, she worked my cock with her fist, gently stroking me into a state of oblivion.

When my balls grew tight and my eyes rolled back, I knew I needed to stop Mel before I busted a nut right in her hand.

I stilled her hand with my own and then placed it on her breast.

“I want to come inside you, not on you,” I told her. “Show me what you like. Play with your breasts.”

With Mel’s hand otherwise occupied, I turned my attention back to her pleasure. I moved my hand down between her legs. The hair that dusted her mound tickled my palm, offering a soft place for it to rest while my fingers parted her slit. I splayed my fingers, opening her wide, while I rubbed her slippery juices all over her folds.

Once my fingers and Mel’s sex were both thoroughly coated in her nectar, I plunged my index finger inside her warm pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Mel gasped.

Her pussy gripped my finger as her back arched off the couch.

Taking my cue, I slithered down Mel’s torso, raining kisses over her skin along the way. I grazed her mound with my nose, taking in the musky scent of her sex.

Her hips bucked when I brushed against her clit. She twined her fingers in my hair and pushed my head down hard into her snatch.

“Please, Max,” Mel groaned. “Please lick my clit.”

“With pleasure,” I replied.

I circled her swollen button with my tongue, then I drew the little nub between my lips and sucked.

“Oh God,” Mel cried out.

Her fingers flexed as she tugged at my hair, eliciting a pleasant tingling sensation in my scalp.

“More,” Mel moaned.

Eager to please, I tapped at her clit with my tongue, massaging the little bundle of nerves and making her writhe beneath me.

I added another finger to the one already inside her pussy, curving them both and pressing against her inner wall, while I stroked her thoroughly. That earned me another long, loud moan. Mel’s vocalizations echoed throughout my small living room. I briefly wondered if the neighbors could hear us — and hoped they could.

“Yes, yes,” Mel shouted.

She planted her feet on the sofa and lifted her hips off the cushions, meeting my fingers thrust for thrust.

“Oh Max,” she moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Mel was really moving. She picked up the pace, slamming her pussy against my hand over and over again.

Her muscles clenched my finger, holding me tight while she fell into an earth-shattering orgasm.

I rode every wave with Mel, allowing the natural ebb and flow to guide me as I continued to suck her clit. I didn’t stop until her body melted into the couch and she relaxed her hold on my hair.

“Tell me what you want, Mel,” I murmured against her mound.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she pinned me with a piercing look as she said, “I want your dick inside me. Now.”

Without thinking, I planted my forearms on either side of her torso, lifted my body and dove into her pussy. It took a few seconds to realize I was fucking her raw.

“Condom,” I grunted, pulling out.

“Fuck it,” she replied.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I curled my fingers into her thigh and lifted her leg so it rested on my hip, allowing me to sink deeper inside.

“Oh, Max. Yes!”

Mel reached out and took hold of my forearms for support. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into my skin, introducing another intoxicating dose of pain.

I pistoned my hard cock into her pussy, driving her deep into the cushion.

One of her heels dug into my lower back, urging me to pick up the pace.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, Max.”

Mel’s hands traveled up to my biceps, leaving goose bumps in their wake. By the time her fingers landed on my shoulders, the tiny hairs at the back of my neck were standing on end.

I gritted my teeth, determined to fight back the orgasm that was already roaring toward me like a runaway freight train. I fully intended to savor every second of this tryst with my favorite coworker.

Mel’s arms wound themselves around my neck. She pulled me against her, bringing us chest to chest. Her nose nuzzled my neck. She dotted my skin with kisses before moving up to my earlobe and grazing it with her teeth.

I hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her ass off the couch. In that position, when I rolled my hips just so, her clit brushed against my pelvis.

A few rounds of that had Mel’s eyes rolling back. She was panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly while I plowed her like a fucking field.

Her cunt started to quiver again, but this time instead of rippling over my fingers she was gripping my dick.

It was my turn to bury my face in her neck. I suckled her skin, letting it absorb a multitude of my grunts and groans. I was so fucking close to coming I could taste it, but there was no way I’d fall over the edge without taking Mel with me.

Hot, liquid arousal poured from Mel’s core. It coated my cock and spread to my pelvis and her thighs, lubing us both up so we slipped and slid against one another.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I whispered.

Mel’s back and limbs grew as tight as a drawn bow. Every muscle grew impossibly stiff as the tension radiated off of her until she shouted, “Oh God!”

Her whole body quaked, and before I knew it, I’d reached my peak with her.

I whooped and hollered, “Fuck yeah!”

Come spurted from my cock, filling Mel up to the point of overflowing. And still, I kept going, not stopping until every last drop had poured into her pussy.

Mel collapsed beneath me, breathing heavily and utterly spent.

We’ve always been hard workers.