Lisa's Co-Worker - Part 5(so far)

Happy holidays folks.

Because of different IRL events(sickness in the family) and the hefty schedule this month, I have unfortunately not been able to finish Part 5 of Lisa's Co-Worker in time. So as a small reconciliation I'm posting what I've got so far, then I will try to finish it after the holidays(I'm going AFK for a few days). Hopefully before New Years.

I'm also working on a recap for the year, as well as my plans for 2025.

Take care. Feedback is of course welcome.

*

When I woke up the next morning, I more or less expected that my mind would be filled to the brink with what we did. That I would have been dizzy and confused as I opened my eyes to the brightness of the rising sun. That guilt would overtake me and leave me crying for days.

Yet, for some strange reason, I woke up rested and with no worry on my mind at all. I had just had one of the best nights of sleep in years. I was exhausted but also so incredibly well-rested. Comfortable, is the best word to describe my state of mind as I groaned and stretched in bed.

I was also slightly surprised to feel that next to me in bed still held the warm presence of Andrew. I hadn't expected him to stay, that he'd sober up once he got over the initial infatuation or lust. However, I couldn't be happier that he was still here.

When I rolled over, he was fast asleep, not looking nearly as put-together as he usually did. Andrew, for lack of a better word, looked like a total mess, with his black hair strewn about his handsome face and sticking up wildly. I smiled at seeing how soundly he slept, knowing I had contributed to that serenity. It was obvious his body had exhausted itself into oblivion last night, and his soul needed to recharge. I wanted to kiss this man so badly, but he needed to rest. He deserved it.

Instead, I rolled back over to my side to look out the window. Sunny as always. Out there there was a Sunday of work waiting for us. But not yet. But not in the too distant future either.

I was about to roll over and head out of bed to freshen up when a strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me deep into a warm embrace, which I fully embraced, snuggling close to his still-naked body. I turned my head and saw that he was still asleep, but smiling like he had had the most content sleep he had in years. I didn't move, instead basking in his warmth. His smell. The fact that he had stayed sunk over me once again. His gentle breath as it tickled the nape of my neck. This was beyond blissful, and I could really let myself become accustomed to this sort of thing.

This was how a person should wake up. Not from a feeling of dread that your life was stale, and you were unattractive. Instead from a feeling that someone was behind you and holding you tight, close enough that you could feel the other one's heartbeat. I felt like he genuinely cared for me and didn't care about the age difference and my physical appearance. Or was that me, convincing myself of something to make me feel less bad, but subconsciously trying to reassure myself of that?

He was so adamant about his attraction to me though, but how? Did he see some sort of beauty and sex appeal in a mother? Should I be worried? No, I couldn't allow this to sour what I had built so far. He saw me as a beautiful woman, and I cherished that more than anything right now.

Instead of worrying, I wiggled myself tighter up against him, quickly reminded that he had fallen asleep completely naked when his morning glory rubbed against my lower back. It seemed quite happy to greet me good morning, though. It made me feel like I hadn't been naughty enough, that there was still so much more left to explore in our newfound connection. The thought sent waves of desire racing through me. I shivered just thinking of what else I could do with his massive tool.

Then I felt it move. Down and deliberately finding its target. Finding it, nudging it against the labia of my pussy, and beginning to slip inside.

"Good morning," he whispered, not an ounce of shame to be found in his raspy voice.

I closed my eyes and sunk right into his warmth as he hugged me tightly and started to slowly, lovingly thrust his magnificent morning wood inside me, coaxing my pussy into a similar arousal, growing stronger and stronger with each and every soft and gentle motion. I allowed him, moving my hand back to stroke his strong arm in a way of a silent thanks for having spent the entire night with me and making me feel special and loved.

"You're still here," I groaned happily, enjoying the feel of him rocking back and forth into me.

"How couldn't I be," Andrew said into my neck, kissing it again and again, sending ripples of electricity throughout my body, our bodies locked in an embrace and his nose resting in the crook of my neck, simply breathing and whispering, groaning quietly as his girth pummeled me. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "Sexy."

I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers with his as his hips softly and tenderly swung against my lower body and my ass in small motions. Never had I felt so calm yet excited at the same time before. And a sensation soon began building within me, something deep and heavy and potent.

"This is so... different," I moaned, closing my eyes and concentrating on his slow, languid motions. Each moment his hard cock struck home, a small shockwave surged up my body, culminating with his steady rhythm in an ever-growing, ever more blissful sensation, growing closer and closer to fruition. "Fuck, you know exactly what to do," I gasped.

"All I want is to make you happy," Andrew replied in that calm voice of his. "You're the perfect woman. Loving. Doting. Beautiful. Sexy." He kept saying those things to me, and it worked for all it was worth.

"Oh god," I whispered hoarsely. "Andrew, you're going to make me cum..." I added and gritted my teeth, trying not to be too loud and disturbing. It was almost embarrassing to think of just how quickly he would reach me and set my nerves on fire, with such intensity that had me worried whether I would burn.

But that's exactly what happened. Before I knew what hit me, I exploded from deep within my pussy, moaning in utter bliss, shuddering in the wake of that explosive force of energy washing over, drowning every fiber of my being in pleasure so sublime. I was so sure I must have passed out.

"Yeah, just like that, beautiful," Andrew said softly.

"Nng, Andrew," I whimpered, grabbing his arm tight as he continued his assault on my thoroughly ravaged body. "You feel... so good." I leaned back into him and sighed as he continued pumping, knowing he could easily send me right back over the edge and beyond again. "Promise me you'll stay around," I continued, burying my face in his hands.

"Where am I gonna go?" he chuckled softly, never breaking his stride. "I'm right where I want to be."

"I mean, ugh, after," I whimpered and let out a shaky sigh. "What's going to happen between us after this?"

"Not a clue," Andrew muttered as I grabbed his hair. "But I know what I want," he added, letting me know exactly what he wanted from me. What his plan was after all this was done. It wasn't that I had forgotten. I had only chosen to not let my mind wander there.

"Keep at it," I whispered. "And maybe that'll happen."

"Seriously?" I could hear the hope in his tone as it picked up just a touch more speed.

"M-hm, maybe," I stuttered. Perhaps I was drunk on this wonderful man, but I think it was evident that I wasn't even able to spell out what we both wanted or thought we wanted. But right now, I didn't want anything else in the world but him. For him to stay and continue like this.

"Alright, it's happening," Andrew panted, starting to pick up his speed just a little more. I wasn't sure if he meant the unspoken promise or his climax, but either way, his breathing was growing ragged and uneven. Still maintaining his slow and caring pace, he gasped and hitched his breath as he kept churning his hips into me until finally, he reached his own apex, spilling himself into me with a series of groans.

He paused for a while. The two of us panting together as our breaths joined and became one.

"We need to go to work," I groaned.

"Not until 9," Andrew said, looking over at the bedstand. "Go get showered. And walk slowly."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"Because I want to watch that ass move," he said, leaning in and biting my ear. "But if you walk too slowly, you might end up back in bed."

"Well... I wouldn't be opposed, but I feel so dirty and want to shower," I said, sitting up and clutching the blanket to my chest, suddenly a bit subconscious. When he was on top of me, my nakedness was sort of hidden underneath us, but now in the open air, I felt very exposed.

"Dirty girl," Andrew teased. He must've seen it because he took one of my hands and gently kissed the back of it. "Don't worry about your body. You're stunning. I can't stop looking at you."

"You're full of it," I chuckled, moving my hand up and tugging at a tuft of his disheveled hair. I then turned to walk toward the bathroom.

Andrew hummed, eyes continuing their inspection of my naked form. "What are you doing? You can't just walk around the room like that, you sexy thing."

"You just told me to walk slowly, you goofball. What, are you planning on stopping me?" I teased, walking to the bathroom slowly and deliberately, giving him a proper show. His eyes were following me the entire way. I enjoyed being the subject of his admiration and the main object of his desires. My knees were growing weak, and my lower stomach churned as a hot little pulse traveled throughout.

"Mmm... no... but if you don't hurry it up and get that cute, soft little butt in that shower and turn it on, I'm going to march over there and fuck you right against the wall," he answered.

It was so rare to hear such a threat, spoken with the utmost sincerity. Especially after having the guy show you his soft and romantic side. But a girl could definitely appreciate some pure sexual energy and primal drive, especially since Jeff was never a guy to let loose and get a little dirty, figuratively and literally. Andrew was all about letting me know how much he wanted me.

"Naughty man," I giggled, trying not to show how it affected me and turned me on. I bit my bottom lip, still standing in the same spot, looking over my shoulder, trying to give a challenging stare before finally stepping through the bathroom doorway. As soon as I did, Andrew leaped up from the bed and rushed after me. His strong arms wrapped around me and threw me over his shoulder before marching me right into the shower.

I was surprised at the vigor in him as he spun me around so I was against the shower wall. In an instant, his hands were on me, holding me steady while his hips slammed into me so that his impressive and rock-hard length was trapped right in the crack of my ass.

Andrew's mouth went down to my neck and started gently sucking on the sensitive patch of skin.

"Ooh fuck..." I moaned.

"Be careful what you start, naughty girl," Andrew whispered in my ear. His fingers dug deep into the soft meat of my love handles while his cock nestled itself firmly against the full, bouncy flesh of my ass cheeks.

He gently pushed, grinding his shaft firmly up and down against the rounded curvature of my butt. The thick, wet length throbbed as I could feel a damp patch growing against my lower back. Andrew was getting quite excited again. I quickly turned on the shower and sighed with joy as I felt the water hitting my skin. The warm water and the hot guy behind me made it heavenly. Andrew held me close and continued his ministrations against my naked body as the water poured down.

I tried to remember the last time someone had sexily showered with me and had trouble remembering one. All I knew was Andrew made it easier and more enjoyable than it had ever been.

"Enjoying this shower so far, Lisa?" Andrew asked, breaking me from my thoughts and causing me to squeak as a strong spank to my rear startled me. "That's a cute sound you made just there."

"You spanked me!" I whined, feigning annoyance.

"You're being naughty, prancing around like that," he chuckled. He then slowed his eagerness down, and instead looked me over, almost studying me. "Tonight... Is it okay if I take you to dinner? I mean, like, take you out? I know it's not my place to say perhaps, but I honestly think you deserve to be pampered a bit."

"A-are you asking me out?" I asked, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. The butterflies were back again and fluttering in my belly.

"I'm asking the woman in front of me, with her big beautiful blue eyes, and silky soft body, if she will allow me to take her out for dinner. Does she want to go with me or not?"

I stayed quiet.

"Was that too much?" he said, pulling away slightly and lowering his voice as if he was ready to be rejected. But that's not what I was ready for, not after he had gone out of his way to fix yesterday after one of the worst days of my adult life. "I'm sorry, I got caught up in the moment. I’m moving too fast."

"Andrew, if you keep going sweet on me like that, I might not ever want to leave, and people will definitely start questioning it," I chuckled.

He hugged me tighter. "Maybe that's what I'm going for."

I stayed silent, which I know sounds quite a bit meaner than intended. My thoughts, once again, got tangled into knots, and my belly tightened again. He was thinking ahead, while I was barely hanging by a thread. I could see how good a time it could be, and his concern for my comfort and wants made him extremely appealing. He was... perfect. Well, in most ways except one. He was younger than me. Out of my league. I had two kids and a husband…

"Ugh... if you only knew how tempting that was..." I mumbled, resting a hand on his wet chest.

"Why don't we play it by ear?"

"I have kids, you know. Real-world commitments. I can’t just go around… doing stuff. As much as I may want it, those two are my life," I said, hesitating. "They've been through a lot and are already getting an uneasy amount of attention."

"I understand," Andrew said warmly, kissing the top of my head and hugging me tight. "I wasn't thinking clearly and acted like a stupid jerk who was excited about something unexpected."

"You're not a jerk. You're just sweet," I reassured him. "Way sweeter than anyone could know."

"I'm getting a more permanent place if that helps, here in Florida, I mean. While the hotel is nice, it can get claustrophobic," he told me.

"Let's let this rest," I said, wanting to not move too fast in either direction. "We can put a... maybe on it," I added, earning a big grin from the handsome young man. "Let's have a bit more fun before the real world hits."

"You don't have to convince me, beautiful," Andrew said, turning me around and cupping my breasts from behind. "You're wonderful, you know. Inside and out, gorgeous."

I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, feeling giddy. "Quit being so sweet to me. I'm not some flower you need to tend to with the utmost care."

"But you deserve it," he said.

"That might be, but what I'm saying is, fuck me. Hard. Fuck me like it's our last day together," I demanded.

"Anything the beautiful Lisa says goes," he said, and I shuddered as I felt him align himself behind me, pushing his head right up to my core. My breathing hitched. I pressed my lips tightly and tried to relax as much as I could.

He was big, and while it felt good, there was some pain too. Despite this, I wanted him to do what he had promised before. Take me. Fuck me. I loved to feel him take his time, but now I just wanted him to show me how he really wanted to fuck me.

"Come on, Andrew," I muttered. "I can take it. Don't worry."

With a loud groan, he started to push inside of me, filling me completely until the head of his cock bumped up against my cervix causing some discomfort. Then, he started to move his hips, plundering and stroking every little crevice inside of me.

His grunts and my moans filled the room. His hips slapped against my thighs, with a surprising amount of force, sending waves through my soft flesh with each strike. And that wasn't the only thing getting slapped. Andrew was losing himself in fucking me, and apparently. that meant his hand crashing against my wet ass. Each time he did, my body jolted and a sharp intake of breath escaped me as I realized just how intense this was.

"You're so fucking gorgeous!" Andrew gasped, his breathing shallow as he was working me over. "So soft. So sexy. Every part of you is absolute perfection."

"Yeah? Like railing this mature old woman? It doesn't bother you that I'm–ouh!" I yelped as Andrew spanked me.

"Never," he groaned, spanking my other asscheek, his voice rough with need. "I couldn't be more happier. Goddamn, woman. You're incredible!"

"Yeah? You don't mind these big titties and this large butt?" I asked.

"If I fuck your tits, is that good enough of an answer?" Andrew whispered in my ear, his thrusts turning more shallow and rapid.

"Ooh..." I breathed. I never had that done before. I knew what it entailed of course, but I wasn't sure how serious he was. Would he want to do that? "I'd be happy to help," I managed to stammer out, though it was quite difficult to concentrate as he kept hammering into me from behind.

As he stopped for a few seconds and pulled out of me, I figured now was the perfect time. Without further words, I slowly and carefully slid my knees down on the wet tiles of the bathroom floor while I turned, and then arched my back, to show him my chest. After that, I waited, somewhat tense.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, looking up at his looming presence.

"It's exactly what I want," Andrew growled. "And what a sight. Just looking at you... I can feel my self-control start to wane."

"I've heard that one before," I said, swallowing. My stomach had been aflutter and there was a nervous anticipation. No man had ever shown such unhinged desire for me before. Just he look in his eyes told me that I had put myself in a precarious position. What if he really were to lose control of himself? How much trouble was I in?

I didn't have long to wonder, as Andrew put a hand on the wall behind me, then used his free hand to guide his hard, throbbing cock, to nestle in between my round breasts. He had me pinned there against the cold, wet tiled walls of the shower.

"You'll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?" he grunted. There was a gentleness still to his voice.

"Of course," I whispered back, pushing my breasts around his thick shaft, trapping his rod in my cleavage.

Andrew started with slow, languid strokes that quickly gained traction and speed until they were powerful, full-bodied movements of his hips. Soon enough, he was driving into the cushy orbs and he was working himself into a proper frenzy.

I started moaning and gasping each time the underside of the head of his cock would brush up against the bottom of my chin or even kiss my lips. It was obvious he enjoyed this, and the groans of approval and delight only added to the fun I was having, making me want to please him even more.

Then his motions started to stutter and grow erratic. He was growing tense as I could feel his muscular body trembling above me, and I could hear his breath shudder. Then Andrew slipped his length from between my breasts and presented it to my mouth. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth since college, but with the gentle coaxing of Andrew and his moans of blissful desire, I was willing to try.

I could tell the moment I put his head into my mouth, just how excited he was as the whole thing began to flex and twitch, and it soon came pouring into my mouth. So much, I was surprised I could handle it without gagging. As his thick and musky juices landed on my tongue and swished in the back of my mouth, the taste was both weird and surprisingly pleasant, something I didn't remember enjoying this much, if at all, in college.

I didn't think about it though as it quickly flooded my taste buds with his creamy goodness, coating them with that particular manliness that only a guy could carry. Instead, I focused on how it felt for him when he spewed it all out of his magnificent pole, rope after sticky rope into my waiting mouth, and I swirled my tongue to increase his pleasure. His whole shaft was so tense from its release, throbbing in my grip, his whole body seemingly winding up just a bit and releasing at the same time. His hot load was a bit of work to swallow, but I managed all of it, finally, not a trace left on my tongue. It wasn’t something I usually did, but it just felt right in the moment.

When he had finally calmed down and the flow from his balls finally dried up, he removed himself from my mouth and got down on his knees to face me properly, with a boyish smile spreading from his handsome face. "That was something else," he mused, catching his breath and squeezing my tits. "Absolutely incredible. You okay?"

"Never better. For the record," I said, smiling at him. "That was my first tit fuck, so you better have enjoyed it."

"I did. Jesus. And to think you're my boss. Somehow that makes you even hotter to me, which is saying something considering how high the bar was already," he said, reaching up and patting the side of my cheek.

I flushed and chuckled. "Glad you approve."

"Immensely. In fact, let me help clean you up. Get all of those hard-to-reach places," he offered.

"Hmmm, such a gentleman," I purred, earning me a playful spank.

The next hour and a half was filled with hot and sexual shower time, Andrew making me orgasm so many times that I completely lost track of them. I felt drained when we were finally able to extricate ourselves from the water, the entire bathroom thick with fog from the heat of our encounters.

When I saw the clock, I let out a gasp. "Oh fuck."

"What?" Andrew said, brushing his teeth while I was slipping the last bit of clothing onto my body. "Are we out of time?"

"No... well, not quite. But close. We need to leave now if we want to get there in time," I said, sprinting to get the rest of my makeup done and my clothes on. "I've never been late!"

"Hey, slow down. We're going to be fine" Andrew said, though he was hurrying himself. He was saying it to calm me down more than anything, as we both knew we were running short on time. "We'll order some breakfast to the office and eat it there to save time."

"Sure," I said. I had worried how we might interact after the night and morning we had spent together. Would we remain professional colleagues? Or would Andrew and I become insufferable love birds that just couldn't keep their hands off each other? So far, I could tell Andrew was the professional type who could separate his personal life from his work, and I admired that about him. I would do the same.

*

As we got to the office, on time mind you, we were met at the door by Walter and promptly sent out into the field once again. Without breakfast. 

Apparently the staff at one of the homes was working overtime destroying evidence, tearing them to shreds indiscriminately. Andrew and I were to join up with some officers and cease the evidence, and whatever they had destroyed we were to glue together again. Tedious fun work, as you might imagine, especially on an empty stomach.

And thus we spent our Sunday. We saved a bunch of the documents, but it was still quite the job gluing back together shredded receipts and falsified bank statements. Allegedly falsified. When Walter came to check on us, he let us know this was what the whistleblower had done, which had resulted in him caving and falsifying a few of the documents. And that whole ordeal had to be dealt with as well.

Yep, the Sunday we had in front of us was a backbreaking one, even with most of the office pulling their weight too. At least I wasn't alone, and I got to spend my Sunday with Andrew. The day couldn't end soon enough, and when it finally did, we were both tired and exhausted.

I did hope that he would follow through on his promise to take me out, but I'd understand if he was too tired. Guilt, well, I just shoved it away for now. I would deal with everything later, I told myself. For now, just this weekend, I wanted to just experience what Andrew was giving me.

So I wasn't prepared when I stepped outside of the office building that evening, having just briefed Walter on our progress, and found Andrew leaning up against the wall, waiting for me. "Evening, ma’am," he greeted, tipping his imaginary hat.

"Well aren't you charming," I chuckled. "Not too tired for a date, are you?"

"Not in the slightest." He offered me his hand, and I took it. Together we walked to our company car. "I might break a hip, but I'll suffer through," he snickered. "There's a restaurant not too far away that serves the best porchetta this side of the Atlantic."

"Yeah?" I asked. "Have you been to the other side of the Atlantic?"

"Not yet, so perhaps it was presumptuous of me to assume that it isn't the best worldwide," Andrew said, nodding knowingly. "Would it qualify as hearsay?"

I chuckled and gave him a playful shove. "You're really trying to get on my good side, aren't you?"

"It's not too difficult, really," Andrew said, giving me a wink. "You've got a lot of good sides."

"Oh you," I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. Even if it was a bit cheesy, the effort was there, and that was all I ever wanted. I turned to kiss him on the cheek. It was just a small peck, but doing it outside the confines of my room made me feel giddy. And a bit scared too. Anyone could see us. And Andrew didn’t recoil. He took the kiss and squeezed my hand tighter and kissed the top of my head as we made our way to the car.