(28F) Let My Coworker Finger Me on the Bus Then Fuck Me in the Office Restroom (Part 1)

Hi, 28F Here, This was a real incident which happened with me recently. I will post multiple parts, in more like series format.

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As I left the office that morning, I had no idea my day was about to take such a scandalous turn. It wasn’t unusual for our team to go on company-sponsored outings or retreats – we’d been planning this trip for weeks. So when everyone piled onto the bus early that morning, I assumed it would just be another fun work event with great colleagues.

Rohan, my 32-year-old handsome coworker from marketing, sat beside me as usual. He had a way of making me feel both nervous and excited. Our department was small, so we’d worked together closely for months – and yet there was still an undeniable attraction between us that neither of us dared to act on... until now.

During the initial hour-long drive out of the city, we started with light conversation about work, vacations, and our personal lives. It flowed naturally enough, but I could sense his eyes occasionally lingering longer than necessary on my body as I fidgeted in my seat. The tension was palpable – or maybe it was just me.

When he mentioned a friend’s trip to Thailand last summer, something sparked between us. Our laughter grew louder and more frequent as we exchanged travel stories, sharing our most daring sexual encounters. It wasn’t long before we were playfully flirting under the guise of innocent banter. By the time we stopped for lunch, we had reached a point where our hands would occasionally brush against each other without us pulling away.

On the return journey that evening, as darkness enveloped us outside and the bus lurched forward into night, Rohan and I were sitting snugly in the back row. The cold seeped through the windows, so we shared a thin blanket over our laps, legs pressed together under it. It was almost cozy – if not for the undeniable sexual heat simmering between us.

I felt his hand move from my thigh to rest on my inner leg just above the knee. My heart raced as I wondered if he could feel how wet my panties had become throughout the day thanks to our flirting and the overall excitement of our trip. His thumb stroked slow, teasing circles against the sensitive skin beneath my skirt.

My breathing quickened, but I didn’t stop him. In fact, I leaned into his touch ever so slightly. "You’re cold?" he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as it tickled my ear. "Thought you might be."

I shook my head slightly, not trusting myself to speak just then. His fingers continued their lazy circles, slowly inching higher on my thigh until they slipped under the hem of my skirt and found my panties. I gasped at the sudden contact.

“Can’t resist a little peek at what's beneath,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sexual intent as his fingertips danced along the damp fabric. “You’ve been soaking through these all day.”

I bit back a moan as his touch ignited sparks of pleasure deep inside me. I was so turned on already that even this mild stimulation made my panties stick to my swollen clit.

Rohan's hand slid up and under my panties, cupping my mound and pressing firmly against my core before sliding down between my legs again. His thick fingers circled my pulsing clit in slow, teasing motions as his thumb pressed against my entrance. The bus’s rhythmic sway added to the intensity, making every touch feel like an explosion of pleasure.

"You’re so fucking wet," Rohan whispered hoarsely, his eyes locked onto mine with a lustful hunger I couldn’t help but reciprocate. "Feels amazing."

I was practically panting now as my hips rolled ever so slightly against his hand. His fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit and pussy lips.

"I’m going to make you come like crazy," he promised, his voice husky with desire as our eyes locked in a heated stare-down. "Gonna finger fuck your soaked cunt until you’re screaming my name."

The more we talked dirty, the wetter I got. His words ignited a fire within me – one that demanded satisfaction. My body was craving it. The bus’s vibration heightened everything: his touch, the sounds of other passengers nearby, and my own desperate need for release.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he breathed into my ear as a finger slipped inside me, stretching, teasing, circling my inner walls in long, deep strokes.

My breath hitched at the intrusion. The sensation was overwhelming yet utterly pleasurable. "Fuck yes..." I managed to gasp out before biting down on my lip once more, trying desperately not to make too much noise as his fingers pumped into me relentlessly.

Rohan kept talking dirty while he worked my pussy over, the vibrations of the bus amplifying every stroke. His fingers were slick with my juices now; they moved faster and deeper within me until I was grinding against him shamelessly, totally lost in the pleasure.

Suddenly, a powerful orgasm ripped through me as he found that perfect spot inside – it felt like an explosion, waves of intense ecstasy crashing over me from head to toe. My vision blurred as I clamped down on his fingers hard. The sounds I made were muffled but unmistakable: deep moans, my hips jerking wildly against his hand, and a few barely suppressed screams.

For what felt like ages, Rohan continued to stroke me through my climax, coaxing every last tremor from my body before gently slowing down. He removed his fingers from within me slowly, bringing them up to my lips with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Do you want to suck?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with raw lust.

I nodded eagerly as my breath came in ragged gasps, the bus still humming in the background of our private world. Rohan’s fingers slipped between my parted lips, and I began to suck them clean, savoring the taste of my own arousal on his skin.

The entire time, we exchanged heated stares that spoke volumes about how much we both desired each other – two people who had resisted temptation for far too long finally giving in. As our eyes locked, I knew our professional relationship would never be the same.

When Rohan pulled his fingers away, my mouth felt empty and needy for more. We were still pressed tightly against each other under that blanket as the bus continued its journey, the rest of the passengers oblivious to what was happening just a few rows back.

In the end, we rode out our combined desire until we reached our destination – both of us flushed and panting hard from the intense fingering session. That night, in the privacy of my hotel room, I rubbed one finger between my slick folds, remembering every moment of that bus ride and craving more. It was clear to me then: whatever happened next would only serve as a prelude to a far more intimate encounter later.

Next part already available in Sex Stories Hub.