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Life in Queenstown was a living hell. For the few months I had been working there, my life took a complete turn. Firstly, the shy boy I was during my internship in Auckland was ready to be left behind. I had turned into a party animal, a freak, a regular alcoholic. Despite my love for the bottle, I had vowed to never drink during my working hours.
However, this one Friday morning, I had a really disturbing call from home, details of which I won't spill. The call came in just before I got out for work. The last thing I always did before leaving for work was sniffing my faraway girlfriend’s thong, which she had left me on our last date. If you’re wondering, yes, I have a fetish for dirty undies. Anyways, on that particular day, instead of smelling the undies, I took a few shots of Gin. I can't remember exactly how many I had, but it was enough to get feeling pretty buzzed pretty quickly.
By the time I got to work, I was mad tipsy. I tried my best to keep it together, and lucky for me, it was on a Friday. Friday's aren’t that busy for us. I just had a few excel files to countercheck against old records, a job which took me roughly two hours.
At work, there was this lady, Rachael. She was quite older than me, probably in her mid-40s. When I set foot in that office, I happened to recognise her as one of those classy Queenstown escorts that she did part-time. It didn’t bother me much, as she was never attractive to my eyes. However, on this day, the gin did some magic. She was looking super-hot. I kept checking her out. She wore nerdy glasses and a short skirt. She must have noticed those consistent stares as I remember her asking me if everything is alright.
Time went by, and it was 12. Jokingly, I asked Rachael what her plans for lunch were. Normally, Rachael would dash out of the office at exactly 1 pm and return an hour later with a new set of clothes. I always asked her where she went until she opened up to me that she goes for short bookings. How on earth would she manage that?
On that particular day, my confidence was on another level, thanks to the Gin. Rachael told me that she didn’t have plans. Jokingly, I said, “how about a quickie for lunch?” For some reason, I expected a cold reception, but I got a naughty wink back.
There and then, I knew it was about to go down. When everyone else had made their way to the lunch canteen, there I was with Rachael. My heart was beating so fast. Some part of me contemplated cancelling that shit, but the Gin in me went all green.
There was no time for foreplay. We had to get this done and dash for lunch like the rest. She grabbed me by the shirt, pushed me to my desk, and kissed me. Although I wasn’t sure about this, my dick was certainly down for it. Even before she could do anything, I had a horse-like erection. The beast was buzzing to be let out. She leaned against me, with her butt feeling my throbbing cock.
She hurriedly unbuttoned her skirt to expose her animal print thong. Man, her thighs were magical. I was awed by her lady bits. “Are you okay?” she asked after noticing my hard stares at the gem I was about to explore.
I hurriedly unbuttoned my trousers and let out my curved 9-incher. The guy was throbbing and shedding tears of precum. I pushed her thong aside and spread her legs with her sitting on the desk. Her pussy was all wet and waiting. Without wasting time, I plunged the hard cock deep into her wetness. She moaned in pleasure, and so did I. I banged my balls on her ass as quickly as I could. She was for sure enjoying the thrill, which was clear from the counter thrusts I was getting. She draped her hands on my shoulders as I explored her cunt mercilessly. She bit her lips, trying so hard not to scream, with her nails dug deep into my shoulders. I felt the urge to cum. I went even faster. My hands we on her thighs. Spreading them further and dissecting her harder than before. Within no time, I felt an explosion running down my dick. I burst a crazy jism deep inside her thick pussy. Like a pro, she pushed me back, pulled her thong on her soaking pussy, and buttoned her skirt. She straightened her top and hair and walked out, saying, “I better have a cheque for that!” That was my first ever quickie. I fucking loved it.
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