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Broken – The First Meeting

As we narrowed our meeting to a day and time we had some obstacles to overcome. It would be a couple weeks from when we matched to the time we could meet. But that day was coming. In between that time I would send her long texts of erotica.

Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue

As we narrowed our meeting to a day and time we had some obstacles to overcome. It would be a couple weeks from when we matched to the time we could meet. But that day was coming. In between that time I would send her long texts of erotica. Stuff from my head that I would like to do to her. She really liked it. I tend to think different than most men when it comes to sex and the build up and she really appreciated that.

We decided to meet probably on a Wed. or mid week. We both had freedom from work and she said she could meet me near my office. At that time I was working almost solo out of my office. I was the only one ever there. There was a decent restaurant across the street. I invited her to meet me there and I would be at the bar. I arrived early and she arrived late… she was always a few minutes late. She is chaotic by nature but it wasn’t egregious, or at least at that time.

I was nervous and excited and finally saw the top of her head. She is around 5’4 with blonde shorter hair and petite but curvy. She has a beautiful all american girl next door face, but knows how to carry herself and she adds sex appeal. Think Jennifer Anniston. She spots me and comes sit next to me. We introduce each other and start with conversation.

Our conversation flows easily, she likes to listen to me and engages very well in dialogue. We even have a funny moment where I gasped at something we both liked. She teased me but I liked that. Because earlier when all was revealed she also teased me that she thought I was gay. Which would be an ongoing joke for a long time.

She made me feel confident and brought out a good kind of playful even risky side to me. This would factor into many different encounters in the future. But in that moment it felt great. I had to take a phone call in the middle of our lunch as she finished her french onion soup. I quickly came back 10 minutes later and she sat closer and i opened myself to her. I could feel this going in a sexy direction. She even ran her hand up my thigh I thought she would stop well short of my package. But nope she grabbed hold. I was in heaven.

At that moment I asked her back to the office so I could kiss her. She accompanied me back and I made her feel at home took her jacket and then grabbed her face gently and kissed her sensually and passionately as if life depended on it. And wow!! It was electric we kissed the same exact way. It was insane.

I figured that is as far as it would go as that this is a pretty good start, but she turned around and pressed her amazing ass against my crotch and I couldn’t believe what we were about to do. I pulled her pants down with her help and then unzipped myself and pushed my way in her as quickly as I could. As I bent her back over my desk. It wasn’t about rushing, it was about feeling her as closely as I could. This was sexy but there was something underlying our connection. I began to grab her hips and thrust into her. She did one of the sexiest things a woman can do she looked back and looked me in the eyes.

I continued to fuck her right there in the office. And I thought wow! I can’t believe I am doing this. She wanted me on top of her. So she laid down on the floor and i climbed on top. I started to push my way in her and give her some more on the floor. But the funniest thing was happening. My knees were getting so rug burned it was distracting me something awful. I was also starting to overheat. So I was instantly a mess. I said let’s change. So I pulled out and stood up. I was so out of sorts that I started to cum while she was laying down and I was standing up. It went everywhere. On her, the floor, I was laughing, she was laughing. But I was also mortified. I looked like a clumsy oof and it kind of didn’t finish the way that encounter should have but, she has a great sense of humor so it kind of also worked too. She stayed a bit. I kissed her goodbye and thought… “will my embarrassing finish make her ever want to see me again” all I could do is text her later and hope…

Author: Matt

Hi, I’m Matt. Just your average uneventful guy. Going through something I couldn’t possible ever thought possible.

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