My Coworker Kim

This is the first is a series of stories about my time with Kim, a brunette goddess who works in my office.

I would like to say a huge thank you to pamelacdnz for editing the story and providing invaluable advice.

Chapter 1

Kim is a younger girl, probably half my age, in our office. She gives off "punk / goth" vibes, is about my height with a lovely round ass, a small chest and tattoos. Dark brown straight hair, bright brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. I've been crushing on her since she started working in our office.

During a conversation about the spelling of her name -- Kym / Kim, she mentioned her socials has the "alternate" version for some reason. One day, I decided to track down her Instagram account to see what kinds of things she posted. Am I forever glad I did. Although she doesn't have a models body, she appears to regularly take modelling shots. Sometimes in lingerie, sometimes cosplay, others in fancy dresses. I've seen her in skimpy thongs, showing off her gorgeous round ass cheeks with nothing but a thin bit of material separating them. I've seen her small b-cup tits barely covered by the smallest tops, always with those bright, sparkling eyes staring down the camera lens. She has a tattoo between those lovely tits, and I envied the artist who got to ink her. It has made our interactions in the office much more enjoyable, knowing what she is hiding under her clothes.

She seemed to find a reason to come and chat every now and then, making those moments the highlight of my day, and usually week. Anyway, my leching on this gorgeous beauty came to an end when she made her account private. I value my job too much to request access, in case she thought I was being weird. I mean, I was, but she didn't need to know. Plus, she has a boyfriend, so I was only torturing myself and figured it was time to move on.

But then came the work Christmas party. It's a big event held in a hotel in the city, if you want to attend this one you need to pay for your ticket.

It's a small cost, so my wife, who also works for the company but in another department, and I were easily able to book the tickets and a room at the hotel for the night. But I wasn't sure if Kim had the means to attend the party. I would have loved to have seen her in one of her more "work event appropriate" dresses in person, she would look stunning. I bumped into her in the office and thought I'd just check to see if she planned to or not.

"I'd love to," she said. "I have just the dress for the occasion. But I just can't afford to get a room in the city. And I don't fancy having to travel in my outfit for the night."

It's a 2-hour train trip to the city. I can imagine her in heels, hair and makeup wearing one of the dresses she had modelled on her Instagram account and can confirm it would not be a fun trip to or from the city. For her at least. I'm sure all the pervy old guys on the train would have loved it. I know I would.

I drifted off into fantasy land where she was slowly untying the straps of my favourite dress she had modelled -- a deep burgundy halter top with a large teardrop cutout down almost to her navel, with a slit so high up one thigh you could almost tell what she had eaten for breakfast and no back, confirming she was not wearing a bra, although that should also have been obvious from the front with the huge cutout from head to stomach. As she held the now untied straps to her chest, prolonging the tease before revealing those lovely b-cups, she looks up through her eyelashes at me, those bright brown eyes gleaming... Suddenly I came to and realised she was looking at me, waiting for me to say something.

So I blurted out, "I wonder if my wife would let you get changed in our room before and after the party."

Fuck that was dumb. Foot, meet mouth.

She gave me a weird look, like she knew what I had been picturing. Social cues were never my strong point, a woman could be flat out telling me she wanted to sit on my face and I'd miss it, so I had no hope of reading what emotion had just passed. I later praised myself for even picking up on it at all. At that point her boss called to her for some reason, and she left me standing there like a deer in the headlights. I was still recovering from the mental image and hoping the tightness in my pants was not obvious.

Life continued as normal for a while until one day I mentioned to my wife I would be disappointed not to see Kim at the party. She suspects I have a bit of a crush on Kim, and we have a very open relationship. I even mentioned my blunder and what had led to it. After initially laughing at me a look passed over my wife's face, but this one I knew well. She had something naughty in mind. She pulled up Kim's Instagram account on her phone and found the photos of the dress, turned the phone to me.

"Was this the dress you were thinking of you pervert?" She asked. My throat went dry seeing those images again and I nodded.

"Yeah, Kim looks fucking ravishing in that dress. Even I'd make a pass at her." My wife agreed, which was surprising as she was not exactly into women.

My wife handed me the phone and dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching up and tugging at the waistband of my shorts. I looked at her quizzically, not quite believing what was happening.

My wife simply said, "Look at the photos and imagine I am Kim."

If my cock wasn't hard seeing the photos again, it was now. I lifted my hips and my wife pulled my shorts down. By the time the shorts hit the floor my cock was positively leaking precum from just looking at the photos again. My wife lifted her top over her head, freeing her massive tits. She was a solid DD, sometimes needing to step up to an E.

"Wow, you sure do like Kim in that dress don't you?" My wife teased as she slowly ran her hand up and down my shaft, spreading the precum around.

When she reached the top, she'd rub her thumb over the head, using her other fingers to squeeze out more precum to get things wet. I just groaned, all the blood in my body seemed to be busy rushing to one very particular place.

"Keep looking at those photos." My wife said before I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf the head of my cock.

"Fuuuuuckkk..." Was all I could say.

My wife has always given great head, and this was no exception. She bobbed up and down, cupping and massaging my balls with the hand that wasn't stroking me.

I swiped between the photos of Kim -- some showing a frontal view, with the huge cutout hinting at the edges of her areolas and lack of bra. Others showing the back of the dress, or lack thereof, stopping just above her gorgeous round ass. And still more showed the side with the slit up her thigh in various poses, hinting at her white underwear.

I was getting closer and could feel my balls tightening. I found my favourite image, a shot from behind with her looking over her shoulder straight down the camera lens with a naughty smirk on her face. Almost as though she knew exactly what was happening right at this moment. The back of the dress hung open ever so slightly, showing the top of her magnificent ass. Despite other photos in the set showing hints of underwear, there was no sign of that in this one. My mind ran wild, picturing her little pussy glistening with her wetness.

"You dirty old creep, getting a blowjob from your wife while imagining it is me." Kim seemed to be saying.

I lost all control. My wife has never liked guys coming in her mouth, and only occasionally has she allowed me to do so. She knew it was time and lifted off my cock, tightening her grip on it and stroking faster. In an almost perfect imitation of the way Kim speaks she started whispering.

"Did you like my photos? What does your wife think of you jacking off to my photos? Do I suck your cock better than your wife? I bet you'd like to fuck my tight, little pussy..."

At that last one I came harder than I ever have before. I felt an enormous amount of pressure building in my balls and moving up the length of my shaft. And then, the release. I swear I saw a rope fly over my head before my wife managed to direct my cock at her tits where I proceeded to paint them in more cum than I thought possible. I lost feeling in my toes and had trouble holding on to the phone, my eyes boring into the screen at the heavenly vision of Kim in that dress. My wife kept stroking until every drop of cum had been extracted, shaking the last of it onto her chest.

It took me a bit longer than usual to come back to earth after that, and when my eyes could focus again I saw my beautiful wife kneeling at my feet, her chest totally covered with my cum starting to pool in the cleft between her breasts and drip from her erect nipples onto her thighs and the floor.

"Damn baby. You really like Kim, don't you?"

"You have no fucking idea." I said. My wife looked down at her painted chest, looked back up at me and just rolled her eyes.

"Well, maybe you do now." I granted her.

"Hmmm." My wife grunted.

"I really would have loved to have seen her at the Christmas Party." I said.

My wife just stared at me for a bit, appearing deep in thought. I was still too far out of it to query her on what was going through her head, but she seemed to make up her mind about something. I might miss out on social cues from strangers, but I've been with my wife long enough to know what she's thinking. At least some of the time, anyway. She was planning something.

After a few more minutes, allowing the blood in my body to pump back to where it normally should be, I stood up and helped my wife to the shower where we cleaned the huge amount of cum from her tits.

I did return the favour later that night by eating her tight little pussy to multiple orgasms. I had recovered enough by this point to get hard again, except this time I fucked my wife telling her how awesome she was sucking my cock while letting me fantasise about someone else. She held my face in her hands, looking right at me.

"Right now, you are fucking me. Not Kim."

"I love you." I kissed her.

I dumped another huge load inside her lovely wet little pussy, watching it leak out from between her spread legs.

I didn't have the chance to run into Kim in the office for a while, she worked on the other side of the building from me, and things were getting busy in the run up to Christmas. But a week before the Christmas party, lying in bed one night, my wife told me she had a surprise planned for me. She refused to elaborate.

"You're going to love the Christmas party." Was all she said. Then added, "by the way. No cumming for the next week. Keep it in your pants."

I had images of her in a slinky dress with no bra, letting her huge tits wobble and bob. Or some kind of sexy dress that just bordered on appropriate for the "elegant" theme of the night while screaming "I want to get fucked by every guy in the place". True to her word, she refused all advances for sex, hand jobs and reminded me not to jack off until the party. Which made for a very distracting, intense week.

Chapter 2

We rocked up on the train platform with our luggage, where I had a very pleasant surprise. There on the platform was Kim, also with a rather large suitcase. She had her back to us, and I stopped dead in my tracks. She was wearing a sundress, and as the light was in front of her, it was almost transparent. It hugged all of her curves down to her waist and through it, I could see the outline of her legs, all the way to her crotch. I'd seen her in less before in many of her Instagram shots, but there is something about seeing what you shouldn't in real life that is just so damn sexy. I had never seen her in this type of dress before, she was usually more a dark / goth / punk type person, except when she was doing one of her modelling shoots. I felt a tightening in my pants before my wife called out.

"Kim, you made it!"

Kim turned and smiled at my wife, then saw me standing there like a damn statue and gave me a sly little grin. I came out of my stupor and walked towards her. Kim hugged my wife, then moved around to give me a hug. I tried to angle it so that my, by now rather prominent, erection was not pressing into her stomach. Somehow, she managed to wrangle me so it was pressed hard up against her stomach. I was blushing with embarrassment, but she just let me go. I could have sworn I saw the briefest glance down at my pants then back up at me. She smiled as though nothing was wrong although I thought I saw her bite her lip. Or was that just me in fantasy land again? Either way, she clearly did not take offence at my predicament.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping against hope that her answer is what I wanted to hear.

"I'm going to the Christmas party after all." she replied, her sparkling eyes staring right at me.

Yes!

I began to suspect, or at least fantasise, about what my wife's surprise might be. I know what I want it to be, but even if I just get to ogle this goddess for the night, I would be a very happy guy.

The train arrives at that moment and we hop on and grab some seats. To my complete joy, Kim sits next to me. Which means, as we talk I get to turn and look at her, and down the top of her sundress. Yeah, I know, creepy old dude perving on this young woman. I didn't care, my wife knew of my crush and didn't mind me looking.

She leant forward to grab something from her bag sitting on the seat in front of her, next to my wife. As she leant forward, I tried to get a look down the front of her dress. But given our seating, I couldn't see much of anything. But I did realise I'd been sprung by my wife. I just grinned sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders. My wife just rolled her eyes comically and shook her head. I moved my backpack to cover my growing erection from Kim, just the thought of getting a look down her dress had got me going.

I casually asked Kim, "what changed so you could come to the party?" Trying to sound like I hadn't just seen her beautiful breast down the front of her dress, or that I was over the moon excited she was coming to the party.

"Oh, my boyfriends roster changed, and he is working tonight." She replied.

Ah, right. Yeah, her boyfriend. I forgot about him. That put a damper on my imagination, and thankfully the bulge in my pants. Just because my wife and I are open and can fool around I sometimes forget we are still in the minority and not everyone shares our views on the matter. It would be an immense stroke of luck if Kim and her boyfriend were "in the scene", even more if she was into me.

She still didn't answer my question, but the mention of her boyfriend had thrown me for a loop. I let my wife and Kim talk about work, upcoming holidays and shopping for the Christmas party. I just politely nodded and "uh-huh'd" at the appropriate points.

They moved on to gaming, something all three of us enjoyed, which pulled me into the conversation. To make it easier to converse with both of us, Kim angled herself in the seat so she was sitting at an angle, facing both of us. This forced her to put one leg under herself, inadvertently spreading the dress across the top of her legs. Her dress fell into place to cover most of the view, but there was still a small view up between her creamy white thighs to her panty clad pussy. I had a clear view to a pair of black, sheer lace panties.

Or at least they seemed sheer, I could have sworn I saw an outline of her slit. Did she shave or wax it, or was that just a seam on the panties? My wife knows I have a thing for bare pussies, and I admit this view forced my imagination to run wild.

I kept sneaking glances at every opportunity. I could not believe my luck. I almost thought she had caught me once or twice as I looked up from my scenic trips down her body to that magnificent view between her legs, when I thought I saw her look away quickly. This repeated itself a few times. But she continued the conversation as though nothing happened.

A short while later, Kim shifted in her seat. This had the effect of lifting the hem of her dress enough to show a full view of the front of her panties. My suspicions were confirmed -- they were sheer and see-through. And she did have a bald pussy although it looked like there might be a small patch of hair above it. I swear I almost punched a hole in my jeans, my cock got so hard so fast and was immensely grateful I had my backpack still resting on my lap. As I raised my gaze to answer a question Kim had put to both of us, I saw her staring right at me, a knowing smirk on her face. I opened and closed my mouth like a guppy, but no words came out. Thankfully my wife answered for me, and Kim returned to a normal sitting position. That image will forever be burned into my brain.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, at least from a lecherous perspective. Kim seemed to have her bra and the front of her dress under control. And she did not return to her angled seating position.

The train eventually pulled into the station and we started to gather our bags and make our way to the platform. I was in front of the two girls, and while waiting for people in front of us to start moving, I felt my wife's breath on the back of my neck.

"Did enjoy the view up her dress?" She whispered in my ear.

Busted. I got the impression this was either pre-planned between the two of them, or my wife also had some kind of view up Kim's dress as well and enjoyed it almost as much as me.

We made it off the train and the hotel was a thankfully short walk away. I let the two women walk in front of me, partly because I hadn't paid too much attention to where the hotel was and needed my wife to guide me, but mostly for the obvious reason. I am a dirty old bastard after all. My gaze flitted between Kim's ass, swaying in the sundress and my wife's gorgeous ass in her longer maxi dress. The sun was behind me, so I didn't get the same ethereal view through the dress I got back at the station. But I was still hypnotised by their bobbing and swaying beneath the dresses.

The hotel was booked in my wife's name, so when we arrived I looked after the bags while she went and checked in. I expected to see Kim also check in, but she stayed with me and the bags. We were chatting about what we thought might happen at the party as none of us had been to one before, just passing the time. Finished at the check-in, my wife came back with the room keys and looked at both of us.

"Has he figured it out yet?" She asked Kim.

"If he has, he's keeping it close to his chest." Kim replied, looking right at me.

As I said, I'm not great at picking up signals no matter how blatant. But I had a feeling the whole train trip that the two had been colluding and Kim had been offered the use of our room to prepare for the party and get back into street clothes to head home afterwards.

Swallowing hard and taking a chance I said, "I assume Kim will be using our room and hot water to get ready tonight?"

Kim just bit her lip again and her eyes sparkled at me.

My wife just said, "Nice to see that brain in your skull does work from time to time."

At this, Kim just burst out laughing while a few people looked around to see what the commotion was.

"Come on, let's get going." My wife said as she headed towards the lifts.

There was another couple with bags waiting to get in the lift. By the time we all squeezed in, it was a tight fit. Kim had somehow managed to get herself squeezed in front of me. One floor up and the lift stopped, doors opened and you could feel the collective groan as the guy decided he didn't want to wait for the next lift and squeezed his way in.

Kim stepped back as much as she could, pushing her lavish ass into me. As the doors closed, I felt her moving. At first I thought she was trying to steady herself. But I realised it was methodical and consistent. A dim light went on in my head -- she was grinding on me! And my other brain was responding in kind. The lift stopped again, and the guy who got on last stepped out. But Kim stayed where she was and kept subtly grinding on me. By this point my cock was rock hard. There is no way she wasn't doing this deliberately, and I sure as hell was not about to stop her. Damn, the way this was going she might even make me blow a load in my pants by the time we reached our floor.