The first time I met Tom at work he seemed like just another guy. And where I work, that means he has to be boring. I’m employed at a government research and development facility, where eighty percent of the employees are engineers and barely know what a woman is. I figured Tom was a management type, because he had on a three-piece suit and shiny wing tip shoes. He was conducting a tour of the plant for new employees, and I was on the tour. He was very cute but very straight, and barely smiled the whole time.

Over the next three months, I saw him many times in the hall, but he barely acknowledged my presence, although I got the feeling that he thought I was attractive. Well, I can’t blame him — I’m five foot eight, with long, thick blonde hair and a sexy, slender build. I finally decided that if I was going to get to know him, I would have to make the move. Apparently he had either no interest in or intention of initiating contact.

I got my chance one afternoon when everyone had gone home. I was working late, finishing up a project, when he walked by my desk. He must have been the only person in the building. I saw him turn into the men’s room, and after mustering all the courage I could, I followed him in. When he saw me, he smiled. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, winking as he did.

“I don’t remember saying

I was a nice girl,” I replied.

“Well what kind of a girl are you?” he asked.

“Let me show you,” I said. Without another word, I moved over to him and kissed him. It was a long, sexy kiss, with lots of tongue. While we kissed, he reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my small yet lovely tits. My larger-than-normal nipples gave away my thoughts as they darkened in color and the tips hardened in his hand. Still kissing, I reached down and opened his pants, wanting to feel his cock. I was surprised at how thick it was. It wasn’t especially long, but I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it. I wanted more than anything to feel it in me.

He sat me up on the sink counter and got down on his knees in front of me. Lifting my skirt, he began kissing the insides of my thighs. I inched forward to meet his tongue, and when we met, he promptly worked my clit. Lightning chills worked up my spine. He alternated licking and sucking until I thought I would explode. I was bouncing up and down in rhythm with his tongue as he pinched my love button between his tongue and his teeth. I moaned louder and louder, faster and faster, as he brought me nearer to the edge. Suddenly he doubled the speed of his little licks and over I went. I screamed and squirmed, trying to get away from his magical tongue, but he held me tight and kept me at the very edge of consciousness. Then, at the very top, I threw my legs around his head and squeezed his face deep into my crotch, letting myself go.

After his magnificent performance, I figured I’d better return the favor. I turned him around and, pushing him up onto the same counter where I had just been, I took his big, thick dick in my hands. I slowly massaged the length of it, up and down, in slow strokes. I took his balls in the palm of one hand and kneaded them gently while I continued to stroke his cock with the other hand. Then I got down on my knees and moved my head to the top of his giant organ. It was almost as big as my fist, but I had no trouble getting all of it into my mouth.

I worked over the head and ran my tongue around the ridge. Keeping my mouth as wet as I could, I sucked and licked the head of this monster and could feel it throb. I tried to take more of the cock into my throat, but it was just too big. I’ve been able to take long cocks down my throat before, but this one was different. Just the head of it seemed to fill my mouth, so I concentrated my efforts on it. It was obviously okay with him, because he just leaned back with his eyes closed and smiled. Occasionally I ran a wet tongue down the seam on the underside to his balls, and when I did he moaned softly. But I always returned to the throbbing head. It got darker and darker, and his breathing got deeper.

Then I began to alternate long licks up and down the underside with wet slurps over the head. His hips started to grind up and down, and he gently held my head close to him. With both my hands clenched firmly around the base of his cock, I began sucking harder at the swollen end, making wet, sloppy noises and moaning deep in my throat.

Suddenly his hips started bouncing up and down on the counter, and he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. He began to moan, and in between hard breaths I heard him whispering, “Fuck,” over and over, faster and faster, until his cock started to quiver. Then his body stiffened and he started to shoot hot come into my mouth. Eventually the flow stopped, but his cock stayed stiff. “Now we’re going to finish it,” he said.

He led me into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet seat. His enormous rod was still pointing toward the sky, and he pulled me onto his lap, guiding the wet member into my waiting cunt. This was the moment I had been waiting for from the time I first saw his monster tool. From the size of it, I expected pain. What I got was the most exquisite feeling I’d ever had. It slipped in so easily that I thought I was made for his cock. As he rocked me up and down. I felt it against the sides of my cunt, rubbing the lips with each stroke. It was so big that I could feel the pressure hard against my clit, and I started to come almost instantly.

As we rocked together our breathing found a common rhythm, and we came in moments, moaning loudly in each other’s ears and holding on to each other for dear life.

For several minutes we sat there, joined together, letting our hearts and breathing return to normal. “So that’s the kind of girl you are,” he said. “Do you often follow men into the men’s room?”

“First time I’ve ever done it,” I said, exhausted.

“Mercy me,” he said.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Nothing special,” I replied. “I just wanted to meet you.”

“You could have just said ‘Hi’ in the hallway,” he said.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been as much fun,” I said coyly.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Maybe we can try it in the hallway sometime.”

We haven’t done it in the hallway yet, but we have done it in some pretty funky places. But the men’s room will always be special.