Co-Worker Fantasy Pt. 12 by TheOldLady,TheOldLady


A beginning note for my readers, especially one.

To the one who has inspired all and experienced some of these stories, the one who has taken everything I have to give, including these stories, and given nothing in return. Thanks for the memories.

To all of my other readers, Thank you for your continued interest.

Cheers from, your quiet, 33 y.o. co-worker. ;-*


She was sitting there on the bench in his arms, wet, and began to feel gross.

She had just had sex with someone, in public, and now a mixture of her juices and his juices were leaking out of her and all over this public bench.

She was ready to go, the intensity of the moment had worn off.

She stood up, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.

He stood up, threading his arm around her back to hook on to the other side of her waist as he pulled her close.

Wordlessly, they began walking back to the hotel.

“Do you want to come back and continue this in my hotel room?” He asked and she turned to look up at him as they walked. He was smirking with a devilish look that promised a lot more fun.

“What about tomorrow?” She said, looking down again and avoiding his glance.

“What about tomorrow? It’s only 7 pm, we didn’t even make it through dinner without figuring out a way to be all over each other. We still have lots of time left tonight” he retorted.

“I mean the tomorrow where I struggle to know where we stand and you disappear. I mean the tomorrow where I’m nothing again” she said, finally owning up to how she felt.

He stopped, and pulled her chin up to look at him again. He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and pulled her closer, leaning in to kiss her which was exactly what she had been looking for. She melted into him, loving the taste of his lips. She paused their walk to throw her arms around his neck and pull herself closer into him. She felt like a teenager, just enjoying making out. He was a really good kisser. He broke away and whispered “you’re not nothing.”

“You have been just fine not talking to me for years. That’s nothing. When we leave this work trip you’re going to disappear again and not talk to me, again. That’s nothing.” she said, Still not looking at him but still hoping he would kiss her again.

“We have fun together. We always do. We’re just having fun. Isn’t that enough?” He whispered into their embrace.

Her heart sank with every word.

“No. I can’t handle you disappearing again.” She said, sinking down from her toes to the flat of her feet and pulling out of his arms, “I want you to ask me how my day is going. I want to talk to you about work. I want you to be interested in me and my life because I am so much more than the fun we have and because I’m interested in you and your life. I want to hear your stories and I want you to hear mine. I’m an awesome person AND an awesome fuck.”

They were back at the hotel at this point, standing out front, waiting to walk into the lobby separately.

He pulled her into a hug again and whispered “I long for water running over us and feeling your skin. I just want to see you in the shower, water running down your naked body. I don’t want to underestimate the fun that we had and could continue. I want us to have more fun tonight”

She pulled away, looked him in his eyes and responded

“Get a fleshlight”

Then walked into the lobby leaving him standing out front.

She felt like she looked strong as she walked to the elevator and got in without looking back but she was shaken. She heard her phone chime with a text. “I’m in room 326 if you want to come by” She stared at it for a minute, feeling conflicted, feeling sad, feeling misunderstood, then blocked his phone number. Done.

She got up to her room, stripped her clothes and showered, cleaning all of him off of her. She couldn’t even look at the bar of soap, opting to use shampoo as her body wash for the evening.

When she stepped out of the shower, steam rising off of her skin, she felt a little better, but she felt the need to be pampered. She deserved it. ‘Treat yo’self’

She called down to the concierge and asked if there was a massage place open this late. He told her he didn’t know of one but they did have a masseuse on call at the hotel that could come to her room.

Even better.

21 minutes later there was a knock on her door. She hadn’t know what to wear for an in-room masseuse so she had thrown on a thong and the matching lace bralette with another pair of her loose workout shorts and a tank top.

She opened the door to an incredibly attractive man holding a mobile folded massage table.

“I’m Ryan, your masseuse” he smiled, making his dimples wink at her, “can I come in?”

“Oh my god, of course!” She blurted out, as socially awkward as ever.

He chuckled at her outburst and came into the room to set up his table. She sat down on the chair and just watched him move around. He was at least 6’3″ and blonde with his hair cut longer on top and shorter on the sides In that more European preppy fashion. He was fit and wearing black on black on black, but all of his clothes looked soft and comfy, and tight…

She watched his firm ass as he bent over to pop the legs out on the mobile massage table and she burst out laughing and covered her mouth when he accidentally ripped the leg off of the table as he was trying to straighten it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh” she Stammes while still laughing a little “guess you don’t know your own strength. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No, but I may have to cancel on you since I just broke the table”

“Nooooooo” she whined, disappointed. She wanted her pampering. Thinking fast she pointed to the bed “can’t we just use the bed, is the specific table important?”

He raised his perfect eyebrow at her, looking between her and the bed while chewing on his cheek, considering.

“Sure, if it’s all the same to you we can make that work” he said looking to her once more for confirmation.

She jumped off the chair and lay down on the bed, face down with her head at the foot of the bed, spread eagle, in demonstration of her confirmation.

He laughed and packed his table back up and set it by the door. She propped herself up on her elbows watching him move the stuff around until he came back with two bottles of massage oil and stood in front of her. She was craning her neck to look up at him when he said “flip over, we’ll start with your neck.”

She felt herself get a little turned on that there was a hot guy in her room commanding her. “Keep it professional” she reminded herself as she turned around and lay down on her back.

He put some massage oil on his hands and reached down to her neck and began running his hands up and down her neck, reducing the tension. She could feel that this bed was not quite the right height for a 6’3″ masseuse so she wasn’t surprised when he said “I’m not getting good pressure from this position, why don’t you sit up for a minute and if you could pull your bra straps down so they’re out of the way that would help.”

She sat up and looked down and realized she had shirt straps and bra straps. “Do you mind if I just take my shirt off? There are plenty of towels in the bathroom so I can just grab one” she asked, glancing over at him.

“Great idea” he responded, not looking at her or looking phased at the suggestion so she slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom, taking off her shorts and her shirt so she was just wearing her bralette and her thong. She tucked the straps from the bralette down into the band and wrapped a small hotel towel around her body as she went back out and sat on the bed, kneeling on her knees with her back to the edge of the bed.

He positioned himself behind her, running his hands down the length of her neck on both sides and then across her shoulders and down her arms. He repeated this movement, removing a layer of tension and stress from her posture each time until she had her eyes closed and was leaning backwards into his firm torso. He then started moving in circles, starting with his hands running down the front of her neck, just below her chin, and pushed his hands down her neck and down her chest, his thumbs putting pressure along her collarbone, pulling his hands back out to her shoulders and rubbed them back up her neck in a wide circle. Unable to control herself, She moaned a little and then kicked herself for being unprofessional and tried to cover it up with a question “when can I lay down again?”

His hands were still moving up and down her neck and shoulders when he whispered in her ear “You can go ahead and lay down whenever you’re ready” and she jumped a little because she hadn’t realized he was that close. She shivered at the intimacy, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“Face up or face down” she whispered back, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed his hands moving across her.

She felt his hands move to her shoulders and guide her. She followed his non-verbal instructions, turning her body … well. She wasn’t even sure which way anymore because she refused to open her eyes and she enjoyed being led.

Once he had turned her, he pushed gently on her chest to have her lay down on her back. She went to grab the front of her towel to make sure it didn’t fall off but she felt him grab it first and she felt his other arm behind her back as he gently helped her lower to the bed. She inhaled his scent as his arms were around her and imagined them doing this naked. She shivered as she felt her nipples get hard and she had to think of something else to avoid getting too turned on. Keep it professional! She reminded herself again.

“Since we don’t have the table and the bed is a little low, I’m going to get on the bed with you to perform the massage, is that ok?” He asked.

“Yup, I’m easy” she said, her eyes still closed waiting for his next touch. She made fun of herself in her head for just telling someone she was “easy,” she really had no filter. She felt the bed shift as he crawled on. She could feel his uncertainty as he tried to figure out how to position himself and she felt like she should reassure him it was all good “really truly Ryan, you do you, I realize you’re still trying to get me a massage even though your table broke and I really appreciate the effort so do what you have to do to get comfortable and get what you need”

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