My colleague

 The corona pandemic presents us all with immense challenges. Curfews, contact restrictions - nothing is as it was before, as we are used to it. This also has a significant impact on professional life. I'm lucky enough to work for a crisis-proof company, but we're also feeling the changes. Our office is currently very sparsely staffed, as only two people are allowed to be there at the same time.

It's Friday and the weekend is just around the corner. I'm glad when I enter our office. It's too cold and uncomfortable outside and the cozy warmth of the heating awaits me inside. "Good morning" is what I hear from Andrea's office. Andrea is a young colleague, 30 years old to be precise. However, due to her petite and girlish figure, she looks a good deal younger and would easily pass for early 20s. I am always happy to work with Andrea because she is not only very hardworking and competent, but also very personable and pretty. In fact, I'm particularly struck by her good looks this morning. She is wearing a black, high-necked woolen dress, dark pantyhose and high heels – which I find quite attractive.

"Good morning Andrea," I reply and make small talk with her. Social contacts have become rare during this time and I am happy about this opportunity for exchange. After a while I walk over to my office, sit down at my desk and start my usual routine.

A knock snaps me out of my concentration. It's Andrea standing in the doorway. “I have a quick question, may I come in?” Of course I say yes, as her manager I always have an open ear if something is unclear. Your concern is about one of our major customers and makes it necessary for us to look over a few documents together. I follow her explanations, but above all I enjoy the short proximity to her. Her scent alone is beguiling and I probably look at her sweet, freckled face a tad too long. "Do you understand?" she asks me; she probably knows exactly what I'm thinking. I pull myself together and continue to discuss our customer's problem with her.

Our hands touch as we go through the documents. Very light and random, a fleeting touch - and yet we both pause. We look deep into each other's eyes. For a moment, it's like we both know what's in the air. However, none of us dares to take the next step – everything that could follow would be too wrong, too forbidden. We pause for a moment, then break away and hurriedly bring the subject back to work. When Andrea leaves my office, the confusion is obvious to both of us.

However, I continue to feel the effects of our meeting. My head is full of thoughts. "What was that just now?", "You're not allowed to do that, she's your employee!" are just a small selection of them. However, there are other thoughts that I am a bit ashamed of at first. I think of her body, her scent, imagine what it would be like to have sex with her. I know full well that these thoughts are wrong, but the resulting erection speaks for itself. Luckily I'm alone in my office, so I bring my hand to my crotch and lightly massage my penis. I sit back, close my eyes and enjoy the warm feeling it gives me as I indulge in my fantasies.

Mentally in another world, I don't notice that Andrea is already back in my doorway. I startle and jump terribly - within seconds I'm sitting upright and obedient at my desk again. How long has she been there? Did she watch me massage my crotch? "Andrea..." I start to explain, but stop when she walks towards me with very specific steps. Your kiss completely takes me by surprise. I let it happen without will when I feel her soft lips, her tongue tenderly pushing into my mouth. I know very well that we're not allowed to do that, but nothing in me would be able to counteract the situation.

When I look into Andrea's eyes, I feel that she is just as insecure and is probably in the same emotional dilemma. I am all the more grateful to her that she still takes the initiative and I thank her by encouraging her in her actions. Mentally I agreed with myself on a "fuck it, then right..." and return her kiss passionately. My hands wander along her wonderful body.

It is noticeable that fantasies that have been cherished for a long time are being fulfilled here and that we have no time to lose in finally living them out. Andrea sinks to her knees in front of my office chair, tampers with my crotch and looks me straight in the eye. Her look and the thought that she is about to masturbate me orally almost drives me insane and I am already moaning as she opens my pants and frees my cock. This is already fully erected by the preceding events. I enjoy the sight and the feeling as first my glans and then the shaft disappear into her mouth. It feels warm and wet, the feelings are amplified by her circling tongue and the slight negative pressure she creates with her sucking.

Seen from the outside, it must be a grotesque picture. Me, sitting in the office chair and my employee kneels in front of me and masturbates me orally. Strictly forbidden and, at least in normal times, unthinkable in our company. If the scenery was usually too risky, I just enjoy this moment. I moan in pleasure at the arts of her oral seduction, stroking her hair and gently guiding her head. It feels like a sweet eternity, but I know that not much time has passed before my orgasm is announced. Thankfully, at that moment, she takes my cock out of her mouth and massages it lightly. She notices the shiny drops of prey running along my glans, smiles and looks at me with relish. She keeps that eye contact while she takes my cock in her mouth again. Her tongue play and her sucking is much more intense than before and her demanding look makes it clear to me that I don't have to hold back.

She quickly brings me back to the point of no return. My moans intensify as I feel I'm about to cum. I look into her eyes with pleasure as I cum in her mouth. There are two, maybe three noticeable thrusts ****** , which also elicit a loud moan from her. My cock continues to throb in her mouth for a few more seconds and then very slowly begins to relax. Andrea swallows my ****** with a smile, which excites me so much that I start kissing her again. It tastes even more exciting than before as I can clearly taste my semen. Our kiss lasts what feels like an eternity and causes my erection to recover quite quickly.

Now that the taboos have been broken, I want more and I can see from Andrea that she wants it the same way. With gentle emphasis, I bend her over my desk and stand behind her, pushing her dress up. I enjoy the sight of her bare bottom, which is only covered by the dark pantyhose - so much that I take more time than necessary and slowly ***** my cock . “Just tear it open” calls Andrea, who is getting impatient. I don't keep her waiting any longer, grab the fine nylon and rip the pantyhose with one jerk.

When I grab her panties to push them aside, I realize that they are completely wet. I can feel Andrea's excitement more than clearly, which intensifies when I run my finger through her paradise. With a groan she stretches her body even further towards me, I understand the sign. My cock glides gently and without resistance into her wet paradise. The warmth and tightness as well as Andrea's reaction excite me incredibly, so that I soon intensify my initially slow and tender movements. I enjoy her moans of pleasure as I thrust her harder and harder.

It only occurs to me after a while that Andrea is masturbating while she is being waxed by me at the same timebecomes. I slow the pace and just nudge her gently while her hand circles in her crotch. Finally I remain inside her and enjoy her moaning, her slight twitching. Since I can't be the silent observer for long, I pull my cock out of her and start masturbating as well. I notice that she turns around to be able to watch me as well. So for a moment we enjoy masturbating in front of each other. Our orgasms come almost simultaneously.

While Andrea tenses up moaning, ******* my ******on her bottom, her panties and the remains of her pantyhose. We breathe for a moment and then kiss passionately again. To my surprise, Andrea makes no attempt to clean herself, but simply pulls her black wool dress down again. She gives me a cheeky grin and disappears from the office...