Always the quiet ones (GxG - explicit content)

Always the quiet ones (GxG explicit content) 

We were old work colleagues or more to the point she was was my old boss. I was older than her by about 15 years or so. We had great respect for one another. Got on so well at work and had a flirty relationship full of banter but absolute warmth and nothing else. Occasionally I would wonder what she was like in a relationship and sometimes dream about her romantically and wondered if she ever had those sorts of dreams about me. They were unintentional of course but only made me feel closer to her. She was gay and I was straight. There was nothing between us other than pure warmth and respect. She valued me as a worker in a tough job. She was there for everyone and everyone loved her and would go the extra mile for her. She knew that, but was never manipulative. She was kind, often shy and unconfident. She listened to others views and wasn't afraid to be wrong. She welcomed opinion. She had a dry sense of humour and a quiet calm about her. She was just an absolute treasure of a boss. Never spoke down to anyone and never felt superior. We had known each for years. I watched her climb the ranks even though she was reluctant to. I felt nothing but love and warmth for her. I left that job a few years ago but we kept in touch occasionally by email. The job made us connected in life forever somehow. I wondered if she thought the same. We carried on with our separate lives. That was, until last week. 

I attended a conference in Liverpool with my new job having sent me there, some 200 miles from home. They paid for the conference and my hotel for the few days. I drove myself up there. I didn't know anyone there but I could chat with anyone so it didn't bother me. It was a big conference centre and on the second day the afternoon session finished early. I was travelling up the escalator to the cafe at the top when I glanced over at the descending one. I didn't expect to see someone I knew 200 miles from home and I wasn't looking for anyone I might know. She briefly grabbed my hand. An instant warmth covered my entire body. It felt like home. She signalled to me to get off the escalator and join her. I needed no persuading. As I travelled down she was there at the bottom to greet me with an affectionate smile. She was still the shy person I knew but I wasn't and I was so happy to see her. I stretched out my arms high into the air and she obliged, meeting my hands against her better nature. We grasped hands and I pulled her into me and pecked her on the lips and wrapped my arms around her. We swayed from side to side, giggling. She went to kiss my cheek before releasing from the hug but I turned my face and we touched lips again. My god, how I had missed this person in my life. We were so comfortable with each other. We were holding both our hands together again. 

She ignored what could have been an awkward kiss and declared "Pub?" to which I replied instantly with a smile. 

"Abso-fuckin-lutely!" She released one hand and held on to the other pulling me affectionately out of the lobby. 

"Come on beautiful," she mocked. 

We talked for hours, and explored the streets and bars of Liverpool. Neither of us liked small talk, we had always had more meaningful conversations. This wasn't any different. We told each other our stories and reminisced about the good old days. The noise of the pub was completely drowned out and we were purely focused on each other to the point that I became irritated whenever the waiter came over to check on us. She just smiled at me knowingly. She knew me so well. 

Despite our age difference, she always had a wise old head on her shoulders, and was always so calming. I'd always loved her. The warmth between us however felt even more intense that evening. We were the only two people in the world. She looked stunning but she never believed she was. I told her she was charming and she told me she wasn't trying to be and smiled shyly. I was far more self assured than her. I wanted her to know that people loved her, and that she was beautiful. She appeared surprised by that and instantly dismissed it. She took a sip of her drink to mask embarrassment, this only made me like her more. I was starting to give in. I was feeling a little giddy but not because of the alcohol. It was her. My eyes were giving it away and I couldn't stop smiling. Throughout the night I would give her a look of unstoppable lust because I simply couldn't help myself. She just graciously smiled back and said "behave, you". 

As the evening went on, it was silently acknowledged that there was something happening between us but we wouldn't do anything about it. We would never go that far. It would be foolish. But the night was romantic. So very romantic. As we moved from pub to pub, we held hands, laughed and bumped into each other, and walked closer than friends would ever do.

Something was definitely happening and I felt so relaxed and content. I was desperate for her to kiss me. What would that feel like? I knew she wouldn't do it though. She was too respectful. I tried a couple of times to lean in to her and she leaned in in response but would pull back before a kiss could happen. Composing herself she would change the subject. I had a male partner back at home. She knew this and we had spoken about the relationship not going well. She would never get between that but I wanted her so desperately to though. 

My stomach was beginning to ache for her. I couldn't stop brushing up against her or touching her arm at any opportunity. I was like a giddy teenager. My eyes felt heavy as if tired but they were heavy instead with pure filthy lust. God, I wanted her to kiss me. No, I wanted her to fuck me right there on the table in the pub. I was willing her to touch me, finger me, fuck me. We continued talking, I touched her arm once more and held my hand there. She stopped the conversation and took my hand and held it in hers. She leaned in close, glanced at my mouth, then looked into my eyes and said affectionately, "we can't do that my love" and smiled. Our lips were almost touching. I could feel the warmth of her body. 

I whispered "Why not?" she didn't reply. She pulled away and stood up from the table. She reached out her hand for mine and said "Come on."

We walked the city centre talking, smoking, holding hands, and laughing. I had never had such a romantic encounter in all my life. I didn't want the evening to end. We sat on a grassy mound designed for an audience to sit at and watch street theatre. It was about 10pm at this point. She had a certain unintentional glance that she was unaware could make me lose my thoughts. I was immediately back to wanting her to fuck me. Or at the very least kiss me hard. My vagina was tingling and throbbed in my knickers. The temptation and the tension was agony. She was stunning and I needed her. She knew what was happening in my mind and in my knickers. I wanted her. Sat beside each other, I couldn't wait any longer, I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were the softest I'd ever felt. She didn't initially respond for a few seconds but her eyes were closed. She was fighting the urge to kiss me back. From no where she suddenly grabbed my neck with her hand and pulled my face into hers. Fuck. It was the best kiss of my life. My whole life. I could've come there and then with just that kiss. It was passionate and lustful. Then it was over. She pulled away and said "Come with me." 

Across the street from where we were sat was her hotel. I wanted her to take me upstairs but instead we sat in the bar with a drink listening to some live music. She could see I was frustrated and my eyes were asking her to fuck me. I didn't even know what that would be like. I'd never been fucked by a woman before and never had these urges. I just knew I wanted her inside me. 

I asked her "Why have you brought me here?" 

She looked straight back at me, leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Because I'm going to fuck you upstairs." She grabbed my glass from my hand and set it on to the table. She stood up and took my hand and we walked to the lift. 

As the lift doors closed she grabbed the small of my back and pulled me into her for a fucking incredible kiss, pulling and sucking at my lip. I was feeling weak at this point and delirious with dirty thoughts running through my mind. My vagina was pulsating and I was getting wet. I just wanted her to pull me to the floor and fuck me in the lift. What was happening to me? Instead we walked the short corridor to her room. 

She swiped the door and pushed it open for me. I saw her move the Do Not Disturb sign to the outside handle. Fuck, this is going to happen, I thought to myself. I stood just inside the room near the bathroom, I could see the foot of the bed to my left. She locked the door, and put some music on. She returned to where I was standing, looked at me and gently guided me backwards against the wall. She grabbed my neck and pulled me towards her. It was passionate and intensely erotic. I was throbbing for her. I tried to touch her waist but she grabbed both my hands and forcefully pulled my arms into the air and up against the wall above my head. Our bodies were now touching. She looked at me and smiled as if to say she was in control here. I fucking loved it. She slid both hands down my outstretched arms, brushed passed the sides of my breasts and held onto the small of my back kissing me as she went, pulling me in to her body. My nipples were so hard at this point and ached. I was wearing a silky white blouse with a cami top underneath. She began unbuttoning my blouse whilst tenderly kissing my lips. I was shaky.

"Tell me to stop," she said. I shook my head. She said again more forcefully, "Tell me to stop". 

I replied between kisses, "Don't you fucking dare stop." 

She smiled at me and then looked me in the eyes so deeply. She was going to fuck my brains out. She was going to fuck me till I screamed. She slid the blouse off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. She then lifted off my cami top, then slid her hands back to my waist all the time kissing me. She gave me one more glance as if to say 'are you sure'. Course, I was fucking sure. She then slid one hand down my stomach and under my trousers. She knew I was wet. She then slowly put one finger into my vagina. I leant back with shock but exhilaration. She then took her finger out and moved back up my body kissing my hard nipples over my bra. She was teasing me. 

She gently whispered in my ear "patience". She then unzipped my trousers which fell to the floor. She was fully clothed and I was stood there in my bra and knickers. I was so turned on. She then knelt down and slowly pulled my knickers down to my ankles. She kissed my waist, and caressed the backs of my legs with her hands, and then pushed my legs slightly apart. I was so aroused. I was getting weaker and weaker, wetter and wetter. She gently kissed my swollen hard lips and then with the flat of her tongue licked my wet vagina up and down until she found my clit which she played with for a couple of seconds. Omg, I was in heaven. But she was a tease. She stood up and kissed my mouth with hers that had just been licking my cunt, smiled and pulled me into the bathroom. 

Fuck, I had nearly come and she had stopped. I was so frustrated and hard for her. She took my bra off, turned the shower on, took all her clothes off, and we walked into the shower. Her body was incredible. Her breasts were firm and her nipples hard. She was stunning. God I wanted her so much. She picked up a sponge and began washing my body. The shower gel was foaming and she lathered it all over my body. She was suddenly behind me with her hands on my waist caressing my skin and my nipples. She was kissing the back of my neck and as I leant back into her chest, I felt her fingers penetrate me from the front. God I was so turned on. Please fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come. That's what I wanted and she was doing it. Oh my god, I could barely take it. It was rough at points and tender in others, intense and steaming hot. It didn't take me long to come. My legs were weak. I screamed with pleasure. 

She kissed my neck and turned me round and pushed me against the shower wall. She turned the shower off, knelt down and fucked me again, this time with her tongue. Her tongue was actually inside me. I had never been fucked like this. I'd never had a multiple orgasm but fuck, I was so turned on with her head between my legs and came instantly. 

I was out of breath. She stood up and walked me to the bedroom. We were dripping wet. It didn't matter. I was completely in her hands. She turned me to face her. We were stood at the side of the bed and she sat me down. She grabbed her own breast and pushed it into my mouth to lick whilst pushing the back of my head into it. Her nipple was hard and swollen. She then grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her vagina. I slid two fingers into her wet hole. It was the most erotic experience of my life. She made an aching noise and guided my fingers in and out. I was sat on the edge of the bed and she was stood up. I was fucking her and I wanted to make her come. She then pulled away, leant over and kissed my mouth. She then gently pushed me so I was lying on the bed, my legs over the edge. She parted them, crouched down and fucked me again and again with her tongue. I screamed with ecstacy. She was reading my mind. She knew when I wanted it tender and knew when I wanted it rough. She knew where I wanted to be touched and the pressure I needed. She fucked me with her tongue whilst teasing my clit with her fingers. I came even harder than before.

She then adjusted me on the bed so I was completely flat on my back. She grabbed a pillow and placed it under my head. She straddled me and kissed my stomach and my breasts and kissed my mouth. She looked into my eyes. I knew what she wanted. She wanted my permission. She didn't need it. She wanted me to lick her cunt and fuck her with my tongue. I wanted that too. Without saying a word to each other I pulled her legs further up my body until she was sat on my face leaning her hands on the wall gyrating up and down. I pushed my tongue between her lips and this time I was not letting her go until she came over me. I was so turned on again. How could this be happening to me? She twisted her body round and reconnected her cunt to my tongue. As I was licking her clit, I could feel her fingers in my vagina. I was pulsating again.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, "Oh, fuck! Yes! Please keep going! Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fuck, yes!" She continued fingering me and caressing my clit with her tongue until I came almost instantly after her.

We lay there for half and hour or so, both delirious. I was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. At one point we looked at each other and laughed. What the fuck had just happened? We held each others hand affectionately.

"where the fuck did you learn that?" I asked.

In the morning I woke to her head between my legs. Oh my fucking god. I pushed her head deeper towards my vagina, up and down. 

"Fuck me hard, harder, please, don't stop, fuck, yes, there, don't fucking stop. Fuck!" I screamed with absolutely pleasure. I came so hard. I was so turned on. My body was writhing with pleasure. I was still going. Still pulsating. She knew it and fucked me with her fingers until I came again. Holy fuck. She then kissed my lips and jumped out of bed and into the shower. I couldn't resist. I followed her in. We washed each others bodies and I fingered her in the shower making her come. I loved hearing her come. Usually so controlled, she let herself go when she came. She came hard. We went back into the bedroom and lay on the bed caressing each other. What now? 

"I don't know what you've done to me, but fuck. They say it's always the quiet one's." 

(c) Lou Guyan, 2021