sex before work
Starting my day with sex before work might sound unconventional, but it was exactly what I needed to break free from my mundane routine. That morning, a message from Billy reignited the spark I’d been craving. Our steamy encounter wasn’t just a distraction—it was a thrilling reminder of passion I hadn’t felt in far too long. Here’s my unapologetic, intimate recount of how a spontaneous morning tryst set the tone for a day that left me glowing and satisfied long after it ended.
A Message Pinged On My Phone
I was sitting in my car having a smoke before work when his message tinged it’s arrival on my phone. Billy was looking for the icing on the cake it seemed. It had been four days since the Billy screw the crew incident.
We hadn’t spoken a single word about it since that fuck, but we had spoken plenty about work throughout the rest of that day. But we hadn’t worked together since then.
And while we hadn’t discussed our encounter, I’d certainly been thinking about it.
A lot.
My Experience Having Sex Before Work
In my defence, I’m pretty sure the gynecologist who performs my annual checkup has seen my pussy more often than my husband has. He talks about work stresses not to have sex and all sorts of excuses
But surely expressing your ‘love’ to your wife should be a high priority, especially if you can still fit in a Friday night out with ‘the boys’.
‘Wyd,’ the text read.
Fuck I hate lazy texts.
How much time does someone add to their lives by typing ‘wyd’ instead of ‘what you doing’?
Or even, “good morning, have you started work yet, cause I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking your ass and my cock is rock hard and waiting for you.”
Worse yet was my pitiful response that I was just passing time until I started work in half an hour. Pitiful because surely I had better things to do than sit in my car and chain smoke until work started.
But given the sad state of my home life, I really didn’t.
And I liked to be early
Prepare for any traffic delays, rather than running late and stressing out.
‘That gives us plenty of time,’ his reply read, swiftly followed by an address. It wasn’t far away and to be fair, I’d been spending my days far wetter than I should while dreaming of a return visit to his cock.
With the car in gear, the engine roared, and I was off.
‘Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually…’ he tried to speak when he opened the door to me.
But time was, once again, of the essence.
I cut off his sentence by gluing my lips to his.
He accepted this well, wrapping his arms around my petite frame and lifting me up to match his six foot three height.
So, he was definitely telling the truth. I could feel his erection pressing up under my skirt, teasing the opening of my pussy even, since I’d left my knickers in the car.
The door was over-pushed, and after reaching it’s most open point, it banged hard against the frame, tightly shut. One of those things is exactly how I planned this morning to continue.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Billy flopped me down onto his lounge
Before I could stop him, his mouth and tongue were lashing away at my pussy.
He mumbled something about wanting to do this the other morning or some shit. But that mother fucker had some skills and his words entered my ears like gibberish.
There was nothing else but his tongue, and the smooth bristle of a young man’s beard tickling my labia.
His finger reached inside me
Like some trained puppet, he immediately found my g-spot and I could feel my whole body start to give way. On the plus side, while edging me like that, he also found the opportunity to undo the tassel tie on his robe, as I discovered when I sat up.
‘I don’t have time for this,’ I barked at him.
My hand found his shoulder and pushed out from between my thighs, and kept going until he was on the ground. I readily climbed atop.
As I worked the head of his thick cock to the lips of my vagina, I could see the look of confusion spread across his face.
‘Well we’re passed that now.’
I sank down onto his shaft
His girth immediately crossing my eyes and choking my breath. Billy tried to wrangle with the shitty buttons on my shirt, but I batted his hands aside and moved them onto my throat.
He was a good boy and knew to squeeze at the sides, not on my larynx.
With my knees on his chest and his hands on my throat, despite how it may sound, I took control.
He was my weapon, and I was going to use him how I saw fit.
I rocked back and forth, getting the angle of his cock to massage my g-spot greater than his fingers did, while my clit rubbed hard against his pubic bone.
Jeezus!
‘I wanna eat your pussy again. I wanna munch on your clitoral cake.’
His attempt at dirty talk was cute, but distracting. One of my hands wrapped over his mouth, the other pressing in on my belly, pushing his cock harder against my g-spot.
‘Oh fuck yeah, just like that, ‘I moaned.
The look in his eyes told me he was telling the truth about eating ‘my cake’, but more than likely he just didn’t like not being the one in control.
But when it’s been longer than a year since surgical ‘duck bills’ or a vibrator have touched your pussy, you don’t want to miss that window of opportunity.
Rocking on a cock is seriously the only way women should fuck.
It hits all the right spots, and better yet, puts you in power.
Billy possibly wasn’t even a good lay
But it was 1000% better than the nothing I had experienced for so long.
I could feel my pussy dripping all over him. But I’m sure he loved that. I wouldn’t know if he did, my eyes were shut as I rode along the beach against the waves of ecstasy crashing all around.
‘Don’t fucking move,’ I cried out, both my hands planted firmly on his hairy chest, my pelvis still rocking against his massive cock.
‘Right there, right there…’
I’m definitely ashamed of my choice of words at that moment, but I couldn’t care. Orgasming on a cock was a very rare occurrence, and I was going to milk it (pun intended) for all I could.
Beneath my orgasmic moans, I could hear him follow close behind. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled back, his body followed suit until he was above me.
‘Not inside,’ I barely managed in my climatic haze. Billy withdrew that monster of a cock, and I felt the warm surge explode across the trimmed hairs of my pubic region.
His face seemed almost pained as he drained his load against me. His incoherent words offering not much difference to that ideal.
Billy had iced my cake
And while it was a bitch to clean up, the fucking fluids he had drawn from me were well more than worth it.
I made it to work with three minutes to spare.
But with a glow that according to my regular customers, lasted the whole day through.
FAQs About Quickie Sex Before Work
- Is having sex before work a good idea?
Absolutely! It can boost your mood, reduce stress, and improve focus for the day ahead. - How can I make time for sex before work?
Prioritize your morning routine by setting an earlier alarm or using unexpected free time efficiently. - Does morning sex affect productivity?
Yes, positively! It releases endorphins that enhance energy, confidence, and mental clarity throughout the day. - What are the hygiene concerns after a quickie?
Keep wipes or a washcloth handy for a quick cleanup, and consider freshening up with a light shower if needed. - Can morning sex improve a relationship?
Definitely. Sharing intimacy before starting your day can strengthen your bond and create lasting memories. - What if I’m worried about being late for work?
Quickies are meant to be short! Keep it playful yet efficient, and don’t let time constraints ruin the fun. - What are the best positions for a quickie?
Positions like standing doggy, spooning, or cowgirl on a sturdy surface are ideal for speed and satisfaction. - How can I make it spontaneous and fun?
Surprise your partner with flirty texts, or set the mood with playful banter—let the anticipation build!
Nala
As I walked into work that morning, still glowing from my encounter with Billy, I reflected on embracing desires. Life can easily become monotonous if you let it, but moments like this reignite passion and pleasure. These experiences remind me how vital intimacy and self-expression are to our overall happiness and well-being. As a consultant at Oh Zone, I witness how exploring these aspects transforms lives. Whether trying new toys or savoring spontaneous pleasures, everyone deserves joy. Finding these moments can bring a glow that lasts all day and keeps you feeling alive.
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Discover Nala’s enchanting tales! Since age ten, she’s been crafting stories for her pleasure. Now, she shares her fantasies with 11 published books!
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