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To give a bit of a back story, Samuel worked in the same office I did but in different departments. I only knew him after matching with him on the dating app Tinder. He is from Mauritius and this story is based in Malaysia, where I am from. He is a short lean guy, just an inch taller than me. I am short and slender and a Malaysian Indian, so my brown complexion was slightly lighter than that of Samuel’s. I would say that my ass and eyes were my best features. And Samuel had this French accent that was certainly sexy although most of the time he simply annoyed me. We never dated and I never found myself attracted to him at that point since I had already had my eyes on my current boyfriend, whom I had just met during that time. Samuel stayed near to my place and I found myself spending more time with him during the pandemic and working from his place rather than suffering with my mom at home. Now to the story of how I ended up cheating on my boyfriend of six months because of the pandemic and working from home.There I was at Amish’s place working from home. It was just us and we were taking a break sitting on his couch whilst he was taking a hit. We were laughing about something when he offered me the blunt. Accepting it, I took a long puff before sputtering lightly as I coughed, allowing a stream of smoke to slip past my lips.He looked at me with amusement filling his features, causing me to playfully shove at his shoulder. He laughed and I shook my head, taking another puff, this time determined to do it right. I took a long drag, fighting back the cough and held it in, my eyes closed. I then let the breath out slowly and felt as if my whole body had become weightless.Offering the blunt back towards him, I watched him looking at me and raise an eyebrow in his direction.“Have you ever tried a shotgun?” he said.I didn’t know what that was. “No.”“Come over a bit closer.”Curiosity peaked through me as I shifted nearer.“Okay,” he said. “I am going to take a hit, and when I do, you bring your face close to mine and open your mouth.”It sounded funny and I let out a short laugh but I agreed. “All right.”He sucked on the joint and tilted toward me. I scooted a little closer and leaned my face in. He blew the smoke out in a hard stream into my mouth. Reflexively, I inhaled it until I felt like my lungs might burst.“Hold it in, hold it in,” he coached.I did, closing my eyes to concentrate on the task, my body feeling light, as if I was weightless. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and blew the smoke out. I opened my eyes to see Amish looking at me.“Well?” he asked.“It was… intense,” I admitted.He grinned. “An old hippie trick.”I saw Amish giving me another weird look as I stood up and headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I didn’t hear him move until I suddenly felt pressed against the wall to my left. His hands are around my wrists and pinned to my sides. I gasped loudly with my cheek against the wall when he put his lip to my neck. He bit softly and ground his pelvis into my ass. My mouth hung open, words were caught in my throat and I couldn’t find the muscles to move. He took another bite into my shoulder and I sighed a moan of confusion. bahis siteleri Before I can respond further, Amish released me and I am forced to use my legs before I fell to the floor. I looked back at him, who was slouched and panting slightly a couple of yards away from me.”I’m… so sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head.“What the fuck was that?” I asked bewildered.He didn’t respond, just stared at the floor.I didn’t know how to react. He had never done that before. Sure he had openly hit on me but I had always brushed it off. I never felt attracted towards him and he knew I was taken. Plus he had the hots for my best friend.But suddenly I was confused. Why now? What changed? I have love for him, fuck, he’s one of the best friends I have. He has helped me out more than I have ever deserved. And in that moment, all I could think about were his hands locked around my wrists.I looked up at him, not knowing what to say or think. My mouth felt dry and I licked my tongue across my lips. He seemed to focus on it, and suddenly he was kissing me. I pressed my hands to his shoulders to push him away, but they seemed to melt into him. His tongue teased my lips, then dipped inside my mouth, rolling, playing. It felt like it was everywhere, all at once. I swirled my own tongue against it, and he pulled back a bit and sucked on it. When I returned the favor, his hand found my breast and squeezed.I moaned and arched my back into his touch. It was so wrong but damn did it feel so good. I hadn’t been touched in so long that my body craved the intimacy he provided.My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers combed through his hair as he pressed me against the wall once more. I drew him closer, mouth crushing hard to his mouth. They were hungry, deep, and passionate kisses. Tongues battled until we had to break for air. But he kept kissing down my jawline to my neck.Who knew he could kiss so well? He seemed to know where to kiss me too as his mouth sucked down the skin at my neck and caused it to throb, which increased my temperature tenfold that I couldn’t think straight enough to stop him. I blamed the combination of the drinks and the weed for my horniness, and coupled with the fact I hadn’t had any action in a while. But still, he was supposed to be my friend. Someone I trusted. We were both involved with other people at the time but there we were, mouths fused together again.His hands slipped beneath my top to squeeze my breast through the bra before he pulled the cup down. Cupping my bare breast again, he rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, teasing it into a tightened peak. I moaned again, encouraging his actions instead of putting a stop to it like I knew I should have.His hand then slipped under my shirt to touch my waist and held me tight enough to lift me onto the table beside us. His hand then slid beneath my top to cup my bare breast again, kneading it with ease. I pushed myself closer to him, well, my lower half. My legs bumped either side of his waist. He met me halfway, closing what little gap there was left between us, and he ground himself – hard and straining in his jeans – against me.He tugged at my top and broke the canlı bahis siteleri kiss long enough to raise the hem higher. Instead of stopping him, I settled for raising my hands so that he could pull them free of my arms and hair. Then he stepped away from me to pull his shirt over his head. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him half shirtless having gone swimming with him before, but it was the first time I had touched him intimately when he came back towards me.Our lips met halfway once more and the palm of his hand slid along the plane of my back to brush against the clasp of my bra and unhook it with a flick of his fingers. He pulled it from my shoulders and discarded it somewhere behind him.When his lips closed over a hardened nipple, I moaned out his name. We had passed the point of no return, no going back, no do-overs. It was what it was.One of Amish’s hands slid along my leg to feel the curve of my thigh. It found the waistband of my jeans, then the button at the top, and then the zipper. When he tugged on it, pulling it down, his lips paused on mine for a moment. I could practically hear his question in his mind, unwilling to be the one to break the silence. It had been carefully maintained up until that point.Is this okay? he wanted to know. He wanted to be sure. It was such a process, this whatever we were doing. Go too fast and it might mess everything up. Go too slow and rightness, morality, and memory would crash down on us both, and we would go our separate ways unsatisfied and guilty.In answer, I wrapped my arm tighter around his neck and dropped a hand between us to touch his belt. It was enough. His lips were urgent on mine once more, and I thought I felt him sigh in relief as his tongue slipped into my mouth.I tried to concentrate on undoing the buckle, but it was hard with the way he was kissing me. He was much better at multitasking than I was. He worked a hand into my jeans, slipping past the band of my underwear, and he didn’t break their kiss as his fingers rubbed against me. They slipped and slid against me where I was slick and warm, focused in their teasing.I had to turn my head so his lips fell to my neck instead, and I was finally able to get a good grip on his belt. I smiled to myself at the clang of the metal buckle coming undone. And the rest was easy. Shoving his jeans down, I ground against his fingers, just trying to get them in. But Amish kept circling my clit, pressing against it when he wanted and pulling breathy moans from my lips.“Amish.. fuck!” I breathed out desperately.He withdrew his fingers quickly to step out of his jeans and underwear while I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I pressed my hair away from my face and moved to kick off my jeans. He helped me, rolling my jeans down with swift precision. My panties followed them.Then he kissed me again. And so well. I hadn’t kissed in so long that I drank his kisses in hungrily. His fingers had moved back between my legs. This time he eased them inside, testing the waters, feeling just how bad I wanted him – wanted this, wanted whatever.How bad did I want it?Really.Really.Bad.I sighed against his mouth as he pushed his fingers into canlı bahis the knuckle at a steady rhythm. He responded with a sigh of his own and a nip at my bottom lip with his teeth.He had perfect fingers that knew how to get the job done. I briefly wondered what Rev was missing, or his ex. But I quickly pushed the thoughts aside.I reached down, wrapped my fingers around him and ran a finger along the vein of his cock. When I circled the tip with my fingers, they came away wet, and I spread the dampness along his shaft. He hissed at my light tug and took his fingers away from between my legs like I wanted.He pushed my knees apart and took himself in hand. His tongue glossed across his bottom lip, and my body hummed with anticipation.This wasn’t what I thought my day was going to look like when I came over to his place to work from home. He had always hit on me but I had always seen him as a friend, never really attracted to him. At least not until then.And then that happened.I arched my back as he pushed inside me. A satisfied groan left my lips and I looped my arms around his neck to kiss him deeply. His strokes were deep and fast, hard enough that I lost sight of the few perceptions I had left. Whatever reminders of Rev and my boyfriend got pushed further and further away with every thrust of his hips against mine. Eventually, nothing existed but him and me in his house, with him inside me, me wrapped around him, our mouths fused together as we fucked.I clawed at his back, having too much fun to worry if I was leaving marks. He threw his arm around my waist to pull me tighter against him, holding me close and very tight as it rushed over me. I felt it in the center first, then it spread through the rest of my body as I closed my eyes to tilt my head back. His lips fell across my neck, kissing along my throat, and he didn’t stop thrusting. I almost told him to stop. I always got too sensitive after an orgasm, but I didn’t tell him, and he didn’t stop. And I was glad I hadn’t said anything because this was much better.The second orgasm was a surprise to us both.It came in the middle of his, and he was grunting in my ear. It was a sound he made, deep in his throat that triggered it. And the breathy ‘Fuck’ that accompanied it.When Amish pulled out of me, I felt the wetness drip onto my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to do any moving of my own. And he didn’t move much further either. He rested his head against my shoulder as he softened against my leg, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and tried to catch my breath.I thought for a moment, my fingers stroking the back of his neck as I thought how I should leave. What happened was hot enough, but it was also a mistake.“Amish…” I said, my heart picked up an anxious beat when I heard my own voice.“Yeah?” he asked.Would I be asking too much if I suggested another go? Oh well, we had already done it once, no need to find any sort of morality now.“Can we… Can we go to bed?”He didn’t answer at first. I knew he had heard me. He was probably thinking up a delicate way to refuse, maybe something a little more original than, “I’ve got an early start in the morning.”Languidly, he pulled his head from my shoulder and angled his lips to mine for a deep kiss. “Come on.” Pulling away from the kiss, he took my hand and I stepped off the table, following him into his bedroom, ignoring the mess of clothes we had made on the floor.

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