The Amazing Sex With An IT Man

As soon as I saw Bruno saunter across my office floor, I had a crush on him, but I had no idea what his name was for weeks. Everyone just referred to him as The Fit IT Man since he was so plainly attractive and appeared to have the entire building under his hypnotic spell. It's a good thing my pc broke a lot. My teammates made fun of me and said that I had been deliberately trying to arrange for him to come and fix things. I wasn't, but I did send Bruno a personal email to make sure he was the one always coming to my aid.

We had been sending one other flirtatious emails one day when I invited him to lunch. At the office canteen, the chemistry was sizzling across the table, but I was cautious about coming off as unprofessional. We exchanged numbers instead, then flirted over WhatsApp. Even though he occasionally complimented what I had been wearing earlier that day in our more provocative texts, when we saw one other in the workplace, it was absolutely business. Up until the time I was forced to stay late at work and decided to check on Bruno on the floor where he was located. He was working at his desk when I arrived; everyone else had left.

As the tension had been building for several weeks, I finally gave in and sat down on his lap before kissing him. I could feel him getting angry, but I knew we couldn't take the chance in the workplace. It was a good thing we didn't because as we both left—Bruno going to meet a friend while I went back home—someone I had bid farewell to an hour earlier noticed us and raised an eyebrow at me.

I booty-called Bruno later that evening because I still couldn't get him out of my head. He hurried across New York to my apartment, and as I unlocked the door, he entered, grabbed my waist, and gave me a passionate kiss.

When we eventually arrived in my bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed, and I watched as he removed his clothing to display his toned abs. Even though the blind was open, we didn't care whether anyone saw us after so much time spent indiscreetly flirting. He had a gorgeous figure, and I wanted to make him happy just as much as he did. When I took him in my mouth and massaged his balls, I stared into his eyes. I found it seductive to see him enjoying it. He turned me over and then entered from behind.

"That feels fantastic. Whether your body is shifting back and forth or if you are "squeezing." " In essence, you have the impression that you are in a river near a waterfall. You will ultimately cross the waterfall if you are in the water and paddling.

We didn't care who saw it after a long build-up.

After a few thrusts, he drew our bodies together by encircling my waist with his arm. When he moved farther inside of me, it was unbearably hot to feel his flesh on mine. We orgasmed immediately after one another, passed out, and spooned on my bed for what felt like hours. We departed for work separately in the morning in order to avoid raising any red flags. We met together a few more times, but once Bruno left the firm a few months later, we stopped communicating. After that, work was never nearly as enjoyable.

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