Surprised by My Coworker

Until my current job, I had never worked with people my age, let alone boys who pay me any sort of attention, so I always met my co-worker Kevin's friendly teasing with equally eager flirtation. Although I had sometimes casually fantasized that it might some time become something more than friendly flirtation, I never thought it really would! Then he and his roommates invited me to a party at their house, and everything fell into place. The thought crossed my mind on the drive to their house that maybe, just maybe, something unexpected would happen. I found my pussy beginning to tingle with anticipation as I drove, so I pushed the thoughts out of my mind, not wanting to initiate anything inappropriate. He sent some signals throughout the evening. Subtle ones, but I caught them. We were standing outside, and he briefly reached around and rubbed my back for a moment. Contact we never would've made at work. Still, I didn't think too much of it. I highly doubted he saw me as more than a friendly co-worker. He went into the basement for a while, and one of his friends wanted to show me something on the Internet, so he led me into Kevin's room to use his computer. Perfect. The window had fallen open, so the room was quite cold and I sat down on Kevin's bed and put his blanket over my legs. Perfect. After a while, his friend left the room. It was very late at this point, and I was tired, so I curled up on Kevin's bed and waited to see if he'd come in to chat for a while before I had to leave. Of course he did. Perfect. We talked for a long time. It was with the usual sarcastic tones we use with one another, and I felt very comfortable with him. After a while, we had gotten pretty close, and I started to wonder what he thought about having his female co-worker in his bed. I rolled over, facing away from him, thinking maybe I should give him some distance, but he took that as an opportunity to spoon with me, and as his hand timidly rubbed my belly and then my hip, I began feeling aroused by the situation. After a few minutes, I was aching to turn over and kiss him, but I was feeling very shy and didn't know what to do, didn't know if I dared to cross that boundary. I rolled onto my back after a while, and he sat up and looked down at me, not four inches from my face. It was a matter of seconds before our lips were locked, and oh, it was such a satisfying sensation! It felt like it was such a long time coming. I had never expected that we would become intimate at all, but once it was finally happening, I felt the relief of months of taunting released all in this one intense connection. After a few minutes of kissing, I paused and said to him, "This isn't very professional, is it?" He agreed, but said he didn't care. We both laughed a little, and then resumed. We kissed and kissed, and I felt an aching for him burning deeper and deeper inside me. I sensed the same from him, as he pushed his body harder against mine, and we kissed more passionately. He removed his sweatshirt, and soon I removed mine as well. I didn't imagine it could get much better as his strong hands carefully explored my torso, but he really knocked me off my feet. He knew so well what he was doing, and in the moment, to a girl who has been single for quite some time now, a man who knows how to please a woman is possibly the most appealing thing in the world. With great finesse, he reached behind me an unhooked my bra. No struggle. He pulled me forward and lifted my shirt over my head. I tugged at his and lifted it off. He was positioned perfectly over me so I could feel his boner pressing against me, and we were both instinctively kind of thrusting into each other. We kissed more. He kissed my lips, he kissed my neck. He rubbed my breasts and licked my nipples. He teased me, darting his hand down by my hipbones but not getting too close. I suddenly became aware of just how wet I was! The idea that he might try to touch me was almost embarrassing because I was so aroused. But then he went for it, and I had no mind to disagree. He unbuttoned my pants, and he pulled them off, taking my underwear with them. He even had sense enough to remove my socks, also with one quick tug. So smooth. He was impressing me with every movement, and it only made me want him more. His fingers brushed over me gently, sending shivers through my body, before he dove in. Again I sensed immediately that Kevin knew what he was doing. He would thrust a finger in and out a few times, then rub circles around my clit. Back and forth. Perfect. Every time he did something new, I reached a new level of ecstasy. I felt very pleased with the events of the evening. I thought I could go home happy at any point now, but he always had one more trick up his sleeve. As he kissed his way a little lower, I wondered, "Could it be?" I've been with very few people who are even WILLING to perform oral sex, let alone interested in initiating it. And sure enough, he goes down on me, not without silently asking my approval, his smiling eyes meeting mine. He's perfect. His tongue is soft but firm, and he is so confident in everything he does. I am (unfortunately) one of those girls who has a very hard time getting off, so I had no expectation that he would make me cum, and no, he didn't, but I got DAMN close. Much closer than usual. He was fingering me while licking circles over my clit, and he kept at it long enough to give me pure bliss. I wish I could have had an orgasm, just to let him know how good he was, but no such luck. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy every second of it, though. After a while, he resumed kissing me, and our bodies were held together tightly by my legs wrapped around him. I couldn't keep my hands off him any longer. He had been so generous with me. I reached down between us and began to rub and squeeze him gently through his pants. Soon I pulled those down and freed him. He was so hard. It was very sexy. I felt very powerful taking this man in my hand, and he moaned the sweetest little moans as I rubbed him to orgasm. I could tell he was very close because he kept pulling back from me a little bit, I'm sure trying to make it last. I gave him a few breaks, but it wasn't too long before he came on my tummy, and looked at me again with those smiling eyes, a playful smirk on his face as he collapsed on top of me. I held him and rubbed his muscular back and closed my eyes and smiled as he came down from his climax. He grabbed an old shirt and wiped me clean, then took care of himself, and we curled up together and dozed off. I wonder what it'll be like when we next meet at work.