A few months ago, we welcomed a new female employee to our team. Everyone thought she was a nice woman, but now that she’s settled in, no one looks at her anymore. I’ve chatted with her several times. Her name is Victoria, she’s 5’7″, and has long black hair. She usually wears a skirt with a blouse on top. She has pumps with a heel of about eight inches on her feet, which makes her look a little taller. She’s not the type to talk quickly with others or engage with colleagues. Photo from Celline.


It was also difficult for me to start a conversation with her at first. She often answered in two words, but very slowly. There has been a slight change. The conversation is much easier now, she told me. She’s always afraid to work with new people. Those people often want more than she wants, and can offer.

After a while, the conversations we have during the break have been about more than just our lives. Like her, I’ve been alone for many years. Perhaps that’s why we’ve developed a better relationship because of this. She’s a lovely woman. Some colleagues look at me with envious glances when I’m chatting with her. My male colleagues only want one thing, and several have said I should just give her a go. When I told her that, she looked at me sternly and asked if that was what I wanted. I told her I was looking for a nice woman with whom I could laugh, talk, and cry when needed. If more came out of it, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that. She looked at me smiling and said she was looking for the same thing. From then on, our connection grew stronger. I’ve been out with her a few times now, but nothing happened after that. Of course, I regret that, but I’m not going to rush anything. I know that time will come naturally.

Things are pretty hectic at work right now, and I’m often working a few extra hours to get everything done. There’s a different colleague every time who sticks around longer, and with the money from the overtime, I can do fun things. In the coming year, I’d love to finally make a dream vacation come true. I’ve been dreaming of traveling across America for at least six weeks for years. On Thursday nights, she stays up late because we never work overtime on the last day of the week. When everyone has left, another very pleasant silence falls.

She sits one desk over from me. I often find myself looking at her desk, and my thoughts wander to erotic things. She is dressed this day in a tight sweater, pants that hug her bottom well, and on her feet she has pumps with a considerably higher heel than usual. As usual, she has a pleasant perfume scent with her. I’ve tried to figure it out before, but I haven’t been able to.

At 6:30 I close the computer and tell her it’s been nice working with her today. She cleans up her things and closes her computer as well. As we walk down the hallway, she looks at me and asks if I’d like to join her for dinner tomorrow night. Without a second thought, I tell her I’m looking forward to it. She’s free the next day, and as we say goodbye in the parking lot, she adds that she’s also looking forward to tomorrow night. I drive home, clean up, and get ready for the next work day. Then I go into the bathroom.

Normally, I shave myself on Friday, but now I make sure everything is done on Thursday. That way, when I get home tomorrow, I don’t have to do so much, and I’m done quickly. The next day I am in a good mood, and halfway through the day I get a text from her, telling me that I am expected around seven o’clock. The day actually takes me too long. When I finally get home, I run into the bathroom and shower myself very thoroughly. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I want to be completely ready.
At the appointed time, I ring her doorbell, and she opens the door.

I have to swallow because she looks really great, wearing a dress that ends just above her knee. Her legs are wrapped in shiny nylons, and on her feet is a pump whose heel is at least twelve inches. Her breasts are caught in a tight blouse that’s slightly see-through. Her hair hangs loosely along her head and shoulders. I get a whiff of a delicious perfume. She smiles and asks if I’ll come in or stand there. I step forward and hand her the bunch of flowers I bought for her. She smiles and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. During dinner, we talk about all kinds of things and I find out how she spends her free time.

After dinner, we clean up together in the kitchen. She gives me a few kisses, and I have to do the dishes while she dries. Sometimes I feel her against me, and all kinds of wild thoughts come to mind. After doing the dishes, she turns on the coffee machine. We sit down on the couch in the room, and the conversation changes. She asks a few questions, which take me a moment to think about, as she gets up and gets the coffee from the kitchen. With a sparkle in her eyes, she looks at me, taking a sip from her cup. “Ronald, if I told you not to do anything, just wait and see what I do with you. What would you say?” “That I would accept that and wait for you to say I may do more.” “If I said I’m not a woman as you think, would you still want to go on?”

“Then I’d much rather you were the perfect woman to me, even though you’re not quite a woman.”

She comes to me and gives me a long, intense tongue kiss. I get all kinds of sparks and vibrations flowing through my body! I caress her hair, back, and buttocks with my fingers. She slowly releases me with her finger, which she uses to caress my lips. My lips part, and she slides her finger into my mouth. I lick and stroke her finger, as if it were a hard cock, and as I do so, I see a gleam in her eyes. She slowly pulls her finger out of my mouth, and then presses her body against mine. I feel a bulge, and I know my desire is about to be fulfilled. She caresses my body, but when I want to touch her, she grabs my hand and puts it next to her. “Don’t do anything, just enjoy. I want to excite you, show you, and feel you.” “You can have me when you’re ready.”

I sit back, relaxed, as her lips caress my face and neck. She opens my blouse and slides it off. Then, her lips and tongue slide over my chest, and her tongue caresses my nipples. She gently bites my nails-hard nipples, and I feel a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. She continues her wet trail down my belly, using her fingers to open my pants. Smiling, she looks at me, and I am pulled up. As I stand, she moves behind me, sliding my pants down my legs. My pants fall to the floor. She comes to stand in front of me and gives me an intimate tongue kiss.

Then she grabs my hand, and pulls me into her bedroom. With a little push, she pushes me onto the bed and I fall forward onto it. She comes over and sits between my legs, caressing my back and legs with her fingers and nails. My excitement rises quickly and my boxer is slid off my buttocks. She runs her tongue over my buttocks. With her hands, she pushes my legs further apart and with her tongue, she licks my buttocks. She works extensively on my starlet, then crawls further up. She uses her teeth and tongue to caress my ear, and I push my hips up. She slides a pillow under me right away, and I see that she’s taken off her dress. She still has her heels and those thick, sexy nylons on.

She teases me with slow, sensual licks, building my arousal. Finally, I feel her hard cock against my buttocks. “Mm mm Hans, I’m going to fuck you with my big clit. I want to fuck you with it. Mm, you’re a very beautiful man. Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you.” Her cock slowly slides into my anus, and I moan softly, then push my buttocks back. She pushes her cock all the way into my anus and starts fucking me slowly. I raise my buttocks a bit so she can go deeper. It feels incredible. Finally, my ultimate fantasy is coming true. She pulls me up with her hands, and I get on my knees so she can thrust even deeper. She fucks me hard, and her nails make marks on my back and buttocks.

Her breathing gets a little ragged, then she pushes her cock hard into my anus, staying still on me for a moment. With my buttock muscles, I massage her cock, and it isn’t long before she squirts her cum deep into my anus with a loud scream! Jet after jet she squirts into my anus. Moaning, she sinks onto me, her tongue caressing my neck and ear. My cock is still hard and I turn my head toward her. I start to give her a hand job in a strange position, and she puts my hands on her buttocks.

I move slowly and turn out from under her, and she drops beside me. I sit between her legs without saying anything, and I kiss her breasts. I lick her nipples, then run my fingers over her belly. I let my hands wander a little lower, slowly caressing her legs. Her nylons give me a special feeling, and without much effort, my hard cock slides through her buttocks. I look at her for a moment and see her eyes sparkling with excitement. Then I push my erect penis deep into her anus.

For a moment, I manage to keep my composure. I put her legs against my shoulders and start fucking her deeply. Before I know it, I’m cumming and my balls are contracting. I look at her, she’s so horny and tight, and I explode in her bowels! My cum flows shockingly into her anus. She looks at me with tearful eyes, and I release her legs and press my lips to hers. The tongue kiss seals our passion, and I feel like I’ve cum like I’ve never had before.

After a nice shower, we sit on the couch, half naked, a little later. She’s put on a pair of new nylons and her high heels. She puts her legs on my legs, grabs my hand, and puts it on her legs. Then she says softly, “I put them on especially for you because I’ve noticed you enjoy them.” I look at her, and I feel a great infatuation take hold of me. Our lips find each other again for a long and passionate tongue kiss. Finally, I have found what I have been searching for years. I have found the woman of my life.