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For that reason I might not answer too many questions. I’ve changed some details about this because I could get in a lot of trouble if it came out. But other than that we’re like any couple. We both exercise a lot together and we’re both in good shape which is something important to both of us. All in all we’re very happy, we live together, and are planning a future.
My name's Helen I’m a very normal person really. I had to interview quite a few applicants and eventually settled on this girl called Izzy, who was and had just graduated from uni (I’m btw). I work in a big open plan office in a city centre, and my job is quite fast paced and hectic.
Our sex life is fine too, and the only complaint I have is that he doesn’t go down on me nearly as much as I would like. Not something I’d done before and a good opportunity. I like my job and I take my career very seriously, so I’m always looking for ways to further my ‘professional development’.
I feel weird talking about myself, but for reference I think I’m somewhat good looking too. My face isn’t as pretty as Izzy’s but I scrub up okay! Izzy is short and slim, with wavy blonde hair and a very pretty face. She started a bit over months ago and we got along pretty well from the start. Anyway, Izzy fit in with our team really well which was great. Part of my responsibility as her line manager is to schedule our weekly -to- catch up sessions to see how she's getting on.
Well a few months ago my company was putting a call out to anyone who would be willing to manage an intern and I thought I’d go for it. So I never thought of myself as a cheater, which is why it’s so weird to me that I’m writing this.
Like I said my office is big and open, but in the middle to one side there is a row of little meeting rooms you can book if you want to make some calls or have a quiet conversation. The walls are semi sound proof, and they each have a big window that looks over the city. We were going through some stuff on my laptop and it was going very normally.
Guys have said I’m ‘too skinny’ quite a lot, but it’s never bothered me. I’m a really talkative person so all our meetings have a lot of joking around and chit chat in them. But today I was a bit off because I’d been arguing with my boyfriend that morning. Izzy could tell and asked me what was up, and I told her I’d been arguing with the bf.
About month in Izzy and I were having a catch up. The rooms are big enough for a fairly deep desk on one wall (with side panels) and a couple of chairs. The only inside window is at head height in the door so you can check if anyone’s in there. She kind of brushed the question off at first, but then told me that actually it was the sex.
I considered being all professional about it and getting the meeting back on track, but truth is that it was nice to talk about all that crappy boyfriend stuff with someone new. I’m slim and tall with straight blonde hair and small boobs. Her face went super red which made me laugh but it wasn’t really awkward at all because I’m not very shy about that stuff and Izzy knows it.
Plus we had a halfhour left in the room and had completed our agenda. That moved the topic onto boyfriends, and she told me she had recently broken up with hers. )
Turns out she had confessed to her boyfriend that she was bicurious and he didn’t take it well, and things went downhill after that.
Obviously I said ‘No’ because I’m straight and didn’t have any idea, but I said that she definitely shouldn’t feel bad about it. (Plus it was a friday afternoon! It was just about sex stuff but it put me in a bit of a downer for the whole dat. I didn’t mean to pry but I suppose I did anyway and asked what had happened.
To try and even up the exchange I confessed that my bf troubles had been about sex too. She asked me if I had ever had any experience or advice with it because she was finding it a bit hard to decide what to do about it. I kind of realised at this point that our conversation had gone waaaaaay over the line of what is okay. I felt bad because I didn’t want to make her feel awkward so I laughed and said ‘No no it’s fine, it makes perfect sense!
I’m completely straight so didn’t really think anything of it, other than in a ‘Oh she’s quite pretty’ kind of way. My boyfriend and I hadn’t had sex in a couple of weeks sexy older women and he wanted to know if there was something wrong. ’
We kind of had one of those weird moments then. Yes we are both adults, but I am her manager and she is an intern.
After what felt like a long time she shrugged and said in a jokey voice ‘Well if you’re ever in the market just let me know’. I really don’t know why I didn’t shut it down right then, or try and laugh it off or something, but I didn’t. Where you’re both looking at each other but your expressions don’t change for ages. I was about to suggest we pack up and leave the room go join our team, but Izzy gave me a friendly frown and said ‘That sucks, that’s exactly the kind of thing I’m looking for’.
I'd admitted to him that I’d been feeling neglected about the lack of oral, but that just made him get really defensive. It’s weird, it wasn’t like being horny or anything, just really excited, like getting to the top of a rollercoaster. I think I must have gone white when she said that or something because she apologised straight away and started waving her hands. It hit me then that I was sat in a room with someone who was basically asking to go down on me, and I got really excited.
I said it because it sounded like a joke. I meant it as a joke, and it was a joke. Also, I won't lie, the thought of getting some oral was genuinely starting to push my buttons, even nude mature women though it was a girl. But it was all hypothetical because it wasn't gonna happen. Izzy laughed a bit in response, but then looked at me and asked ‘Er. I kind of chuckled and looked at my imaginary watch and said ‘well I’m free for the next twenty minutes!
If I’m honest I enjoy the thrill of ‘taboo’ stuff quite a lot so I think that was part of it. She kept looking at me and eventually said ‘I wish I could find someone laid back who wants what you want, that would definitely make things easier’. I would never have said anything like that, but then I actually did.
I think I knew what she was hinting at straight away, but I didn’t really know how to reply, so I just kind of smiled and nodded. Izzy looked pretty shocked and I thought for a terrifying moment she had been joking all along. Before I had time to think I just shrugged and said ‘Well, sure.
Even now when I think about the moment I said that, it still feels like it was somebody else. But after about seconds she said ‘Well… uh. It's not like it has to be a big deal’. I mean, old naked women I’d really like it. But part of me really hoped she didn’t take it as a joke because I wanted to see how far it would go. I looked up at the ceiling trying really hard to look like I was casually working out the logistics when I was actually just thinking ‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god’.
Was I really trying to hook up with another girl at work? if you’re sure, that would be great. After pretending to think for a bit I said ‘Yeah, it’ll be fine. No one ever comes in if the door’s closed’.
I mean, we’re pretty tucked away in here. My heart was beating so hard I could see it in my vision. We kind of sat there for a bit not looking at each other. It seemed like a good way to give us both a way out of a weird situation.
I laughed too and said ‘Hey me neither! This is definitely not a normal Friday for me’. It was probably suuuuper awkward in that tiny room with just us two, but I think we were both too caught up in the craziness to notice. I thought about getting reported to HR and being fired and explaining it to my boyfriend and having to find a new job.
I'm kind of new to this obviously, so yeah. Eventually she laughed and said ‘Wow… I did not expect this to happen when I got up this morning’. I crossed my legs super casually at this point to try and look relaxed, and as my thigh and pelvis shifted I realised that I had gotten pretty damn wet.
Is there anything we should do first? She had gone from red to white and back again several times by this point, and had this frightened smile on her face, which is probably the same thing I had on mine. I couldn’t believe it, we were both being deadly serious.
I kind of freaked out at that moment because I was getting wet over a girl. But that fact also really turned me on even more. I was wearing a dark knee length dress with nude tights which made things a bit easier, and I realised we could use the desk too.
We were quiet for another few moments when Izzy looked at me and said ‘So how do we, you know. It felt like an out of body experience where someone else was talking and not me. I tried to rationalise that it was the situation and not the girl, but the result was the same either way.
But before I could backpedal, the other part of me just went with it. I tried to think again, and realised that if we were going to do this we’d have to have a backup plan in case someone looked in the window or opened the door. At that point I kind of mentally slapped myself and this inner voice said ‘Dear god Helen what the fuck are you even thinking?
If someone comes in while I’m gone you can just pretend you’re looking for something you dropped. I’ll go to the toilets, and while I’m gone you can get under the desk. So I looked at her and said ‘Okay, I've got an idea. Then I said ‘When I get back I’ll come in and shut the door and sit down.
I won’t say anything and I’ll just pretend to work on my laptop. It was super rare that anyone did, but I wasn’t going to take the risk. ’ and she smiled and said ‘Yeah definitely, really okay. I nodded and smiled back and we ended up staring at each other for a few pleasantly weird seconds again. Eventually I was like ‘Right, cool, see you in a bit I guess!
I stood up as calmly as I could, picked my keycard off the desk, my bag off the floor, opened the door, walked out, and closed it again. I froze up for a moment, and realised I couldn't go ahead with it. I was trying to sound really normal so she wouldn’t see I was about to pass out from nerves, but it was probably obvious. One of my friends in another department saw me and waved, and I nearly blanked her before giving her a forced smile.
She asked if I was okay and I just said I was busy, which she understood. I said ‘You sure you’re okay Izzy? Eventually I got to the door and opened it, and walked round the corner to the toilets. ’ Izzy nodded again. Izzy breathed out slowly, nodded and said ‘Okay. I wasn't actually going to do this was I?
I didn’t want to leave Izzy waiting for ages and it already felt like a long time had passed (though it had probably been about second), but I was starting to freak out a little bit. I felt like everyone was watching me but I know they probably weren’t. The walk down the middle of the office to the door at the end was incredibly slow, and all I could think about was Izzy behind me crawling under that desk.
My hands were actually shaking, but ignored it, and pushed them down. I had a boyfriend, and I wasn't even bi. Without really thinking too much I lifted my dress up, slid my shoes off, and slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my tights. Are you definitely okay? I was thankfully alone, walked straight into a cubicle, locked it, and took a moment to think about what I was doing.
I took a breath, and pushed them down. It felt sooo naughty and wrong and scary to actually do that. Then I lifted my dress back up to do the same with my panties. And after I stuck them in my bag I had to wipe my hand off with toilet paper. I tried not to look as I pulled them off so I could pretend nothing was happening, but as soon as I tried to ball them up I could feel how wet the fabric was in the middle.
It still felt like someone else doing everything. If I was willing to sneak my panties off in a toilet cubicle, I was probably going to go all the way. I nearly unlocked the door and left, but I didn't. I still couldn’t believe what I was doing.
I stopped again with my thumbs in the waistband, because I knew this was the point of no return for me. I headed back to the office. I was going to walk straight out but then I stopped by the paper towel dispenser and pulled a wad out and stuck them in my bag.
I was on a kind of weird autopilot. I like to keep everything hair free down there, and as soon as the fabric came away from my skin the cold air felt really intense. It felt like ages but I had probably been gone only a bit more than one minute. I balled my tights up and shoved them under all the crap in my bag.
I swiped back in, and started walking as normally as I could back to the meeting room. They were nude so I figured I’d just lie and said I hadn’t been wearing any, but of course no one actually did ask. I slipped my shoes back on, picked up my bag, and left the cubicle. My dress was really thin and I was afraid it would stick to my legs so I tried moving my legs as little possible and prayed no one would notice.
In my head I was sure everyone was going to notice that I had no tights on and ask about it. But the other half knew I’d be bitterly disappointed if that happened. I was trying to look calm, but before I got ten steps in I could feel my wetness going everywhere each time my thighs slipped past each other. After the longest seconds of my life I approached my meeting room.
I took a deep breath as I got up to it, and my heart was pounding again. The sudden silence was terrifying and exhilarating. I started to slow down a bit because I didn’t feel ready, but I knew I couldn’t just stop outside the door. Izzy had moved her chair out the way so only mine was by the desk, and when I realised that her notepad and pen were still on the desk I had to let out a long breath to calm down.
I stepped into the room and closed it on the other side. My heart was thudding again as I looked around the room. I couldn’t see her but she was probably there. I set my bag on the desk and dropped my card next to it. I kept my legs together as I sat down as close to the edge of the chair as I could, and remembered the cum on my legs as I did so.
She was under the desk. She was waiting under the fucking desk. I could feel the coarse seat cover on my bare skin, and felt suddenly self conscious about having no underwear on. I pulled the chair a short way out to sit down on it, forcing myself not to look down in case I saw her expectant face. Some weirdly logical part of my brain was like ‘My intern will probably need these after she goes down on me’.
Several agonising moments went by like this. I put my hand on the handle and opened the door as casually as I could. My head was a mess at this point and I couldn’t think straight. I realised with a wave of relief and disappointment that she had probably gone. I had been sat there freaking out for like seconds and nothing had happened.
My legs were gently pressed together and I sat rigid like that, pointlessly scanning numbers on the screen. 'Holy shit this is going to happen, I can't fucking believe this is going to happen'
I started to breathe quite heavily, trying to calm myself down a bit. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then I felt her hand on my knee and froze. I pulled up a random spreadsheet and started clicking on cells for no reason, just trying to look busy in case someone burst in.
This was actually happening. Then I heard a quiet sound as Izzy repositioned herself under the table. I would just get up and go back to my desk and we'd forget all about it. I pulled the back of my dress up as I sat down to avoid getting it wet, and kind of draped it around the seat of the chair so hopefully no one would notice if they came in.
She kept pushing them wider really slowly, and I was staring at the laptop screen thinking ‘Oh my god Izzy can see my pussy right now’. She must have seen that I was really wet, because she started old naked women running a finger over the slippery patch on my inner thigh. Half of me was praying that Izzy wouldn’t be in there, that she had freaked out and gone back to our team’s main desk, and that we could pretend none of this had ever happened.
Then, when my legs were pretty far open, I felt one of her hands slide up my thigh. I was incredibly horny by this point. I kind of shuddered involuntarily because it felt so intense, and she paused for just a moment. Eventually she stopped, and I felt her hair brush against my skin as she leaned in. This went on for maybe a minute or so, and my cum must have been everywhere.
She pushed my thighs a little further apart, her clothes rustled as she leaned in, and I knew she about to go for it. She put her other hand on my other knee, and gently pulled them apart. Not just asexually excited like before, but full on dripping-wet horny. I thought of my boyfriend for just an instant, and then I felt Izzy’s warm tongue, firm tongue push gently into my pussy.
Oh my god I can’t tell you the anticipation I was feeling right at that moment. I could feel the muscles in my groin tensing up repeatedly, and her cheeks felt slippery against my thighs. My skin got really hot and I had to close my eyes and clench my fists to not have an orgasm right there. I resisted at first, but only for a second. She pulled her face away for a moment and I heard her gulp quietly under the desk.
I could feel how close she was because her breath was warm. I had no idea why I was so into this even though it was a girl, but I didn't question it. Then mature woman sexy ladies she leaned forward again, and started lapping at my pussy slowly but firmly. All I could think was was ‘holy shit I’m at work and my intern’s tongue is inside me’. My whole body quivered and curled.
Izzy curved her arms under and over my legs and pulled my hips gently towards her as she licked all the way up between my lips in one go. I can’t tell how you good it felt. If someone had actually looked through the window in the door they would have sussed it out in three seconds.
I curled up again when her tongue went over my clit and it took all my strength not to moan. I don’t think I even lasted seconds. There was this kind of white hot feeling between my legs and a ragged breath came out of my mouth as I had the stickiest, shakiest orgasm of my whole life. For a few long moments I could have been anywhere.
It was just one long wave of pure, eye-watering ecstasy. That nearly sent me over right there. I couldn’t think anymore, all I could do was hold on. When it was over I just slumped back in the chair with my eyes closed trying not to fall off. Apparently I managed to stay pretty quiet, but I have no idea how as I’m quite loud usually.
My breathing was deep and heavy, I could feel sweat on my forehead, and my still open legs were just kind of shaking about. The whole thing probably lasted no more than seconds, but they were seriously good seconds. Nothing has felt so good before or since.
Eventually I lifted my head up, and opened my eyes. Izzy was kneeling between my legs with her mouth open and a look of wonder on her face. I smiled at her and she beamed back at me. She asked me if it was good, and I laughed. I was sitting at the desk with my head back and my eyes closed, shuddering rhythmically to the soft squelching sounds of Izzy's face buried between my legs.
Then she said ‘Did you… you know? It’s good she doesn’t really wear makeup because my cum was everywhere. I wanted to scream and cry and tell her how fucking good it felt, but I wouldn’t have even been able to make the words. She had put her hair back in a ponytail, but it was sticky at her temples.
’ And I just nodded happily because I couldn’t really speak. I kept a couple for myself and handed a few to Izzy. My mind was just going ‘Shit shit shit shit shit’. When we were done I stuffed the towels in my bag and Izzy got up and sat back down in her chair.
Watching a girl wipe my cum off her face was seriously surreal. Luckily it wasn’t too big and I guess Izzy got most of it. I looked over at her and we shared a giggle. Half of me was deliriously happy on a post orgasm high, and the other half was reeling from the knowledge that I had just cheated on my boyfriend and gotten eaten out by a girl.
Her cheeks were shiny with it, and there was a thin strand of it connecting her chin to her shirt. That made me really happy for some reason. I really liked that she liked it too. With the moment passing I realised how amazingly ridiculous this would look to someone else, and I pulled the paper towels from my bag. She pulled her hair band off and said ‘Do you regret doing that?
I know it was wrong and bad and everything, but honestly I’d be lying if I said I felt any regret. Once my legs were up to the challenge I got up and inspected my dress and was relieved to find no visible blotches. I perched on the table’s edge and looked over at my partner in crime. We both stayed where we were, wiping up my cum for a minute or so.
‘Yeah’ she said with a massive smile ‘Pretty much everything I was hoping for’. It was honestly the best I’ve ever had. I looked at her and said ‘No, I don’t. Which is really weird ‘cause you’re a girl’. This girl had just given me the best orgasm I’d ever had and then said thank you.
We made sure we looked presentable, and got our stuff together (which included me finding my emergency panties and slipping them on). I went and sat down at my desk and Izzy came back a few minutes later, gave me a quick smile and sat down to her work. Izzy went to go wash her face while I took the chair to the front desk and apologised to the facilities manager (the building has a central cleaning service for things like coffee spills).
I thought about it for a moment and was really really surprised to find that I didn’t. I scooted back a bit to inspect the damage, and saw a predictable wet patch on my chair. I gave her a mildly confused look and shook my head, and she and said ‘oh right - sorry, it’s obviously been a looong week!
She smiled again and thanked me, and I just laughed. Oddly enough the guilt never really set it. Can’t wait for the weekend. Don’t get me wrong I know I cheated on my boyfriend and he didn’t do anything to deserve it. I don’t think the gender makes any actual difference, but for some reason it just felt different. After an hour or so my friend sat next to me actually did ask if I had been wearing tights earlier.
I checked the time and we still had about minutes left. I got home that night expecting to be really awkward around my bf, but it was fine. But even though my brain knew it was wrong it just felt different because it was another girl. We both apologised to each other and made up and some really loving sex. He even went down on me which I really appreciated, and everything has been great since. Do I still feel straight?
I’m not really sure to be honest. I have been propositioned before by guys (once or twice when my bf and I were in a rough patch) and I never considered cheating because the thought of it made me feel terrible. ’
The last couple of hours of the day were super normal. I fake spilled my cold cup of coffee on the chair, and we got up, opened the door, and strolled out into the noisy and busy office that had been a couple of feet away the whole time.
Haven’t written anything this long since uni! It’s all so unfamiliar. I didn’t mean for it to be but I just kept going. Do I feel gay or bi now? Every now and then I would get this weird sensation come over me and would stop in my tracks and think ‘oh my god I came on a girl’s face’ but I’d shake it off and it was fine.
But one proposition from a curious girl and my legs are open within ten minutes. As for Izzy… I do have more to talk about, but I didn’t want to write it out here because this is already so long. But if someone enjoys it like I have enjoyed other stories here than that’s cool too.
Feels really good to write it out though. If you want to tell me off for being a cheat then go for it.
