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My ebony BBW coworker pt. 1I’ve been working in the same office building for years now, and it’s been the same old sausage-fest it’s been since I started. I’m a mid-30’s white guy, and the only other person older than me in my department is my boss. Everyone else is in their early 20’s, and all they talk about is the last “ho” they fucked at some shitty bar downtown over the weekend. The bar scene in my town sucks as well, just a bunch of aging, lonely housewives that only know how to talk about their teenage k**s and how well they do in school. Sigh. I was about to cave in a join a dating website, or one of the many “fuck now, for free” websites. That is until Justine was hired.I came to work with a “case of the Mondays”, and when our boss called for a staff meeting to introduce new hires, I thought, “great, another bunch of horny, money-chasing college graduates who don’t know their assholes from their earholes”. But Justine was definitely a break fro the norm. She was probably in her late 20’s, maybe 5’5″, easily pushing 190-200 lbs (so at this point I knew she was not to the taste of all the other men in my office!), with beautiful, ebony “cafe au lait”-colored skin, and since I am a connoisseur of the larger, bustier ladies, I would say she was sporting a lovely pair of J or K-cup breasts. Curves for days and a huge belly to match. She had a booty, not an ass, if you will. It was like two beach balls were squeezed into a tight pair of pants. I kept my cool when I introduce myself. “I’m Bill”, I said. With a firm handshake she said, “Justine, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” She had no idea, but I had only known her for a few minutes, and I was already thinking dirty shit about her. From that moment on, I was lusting after her.Our interaction at work was limited, but I was always professional, occasionally throwing in a joke or two, trying to make her laugh a little bit, maybe get her to see that I’m not a bursa escort fucking creep like the rest of the fuck-tards at work. I’d hear them from time to time, make fat-jokes about her. The usual immature stuff, “beached whale”, “Michelin woman”, I knew that if I wanted to get anywhere with Justine, I had absolutely no competition whatsoever. Over the next few months she had proven herself in the office, and everyone who was fat-shaming her had calmed down. We began working more closely together, and eventually I was assigned to an account that she had brought on, so we were working together at least 3-4 hours a day. After a week, the conversation between us became more casual, and we got as close as two people can get in an office environment. One day, Justine came to work wearing a VERY tight white cashmere sweater, that showed off all of her lovely curves and crevices, and a pair of plain hip-hugging black slacks that gave the impression of a nice jiggly but firm butt that begged me to grab. Her top had a low-cut v-neck that expose nearly 3 inches of cleavage!! I could barely contain myself. Our day at work was full in hopes of finishing this project on time, and here and there we would catch each other making eye contact and exchanging a smile here and there. She had such a great smile, I felt like I was back in high school, she made me nervous and comfortable at the same time. Our day finally came to a late close, around 6 in the evening, then she asked if I could give her a ride home because she missed the bus and her car was being repaired. “I only live about 20 minutes from here”, she said. I gulped nervously and said, “Sure! Where do you live?” To my amazement, she lived in the same apartment complex as me! I once we both realized this we both laughed out loud. “That’s so bizarre. How long have you lived there?”, I asked. “I’ve lived there for almost 3 years now!” well fuck me. Later; as we walked bursa escort bayan to my car, I thought, “should I open her door for her?” I said to myself, “fuck it.” I reached for the door handle and she looked at me dead in the eyes and said, “thank you!” On the ride home she asked me how long I worked at the office. “6 years. I took the job after my girlfriend and I split up.””I’m sorry to hear that. Are you seeing anyone now?”, she asked coyly.”Not at the moment. I go out every once and a while, but the singles scene here is pretty lame. I just concentrate on work now and hang out with friends on the weekend from time to time.”We pulled into the apartment complex and as we pulled up to her building, she belts out, “Oh shit! My ex-husband is here, that’s his car. I forgot he was coming today to pick up some stuff of his from my place! We split up a year ago and now he randomly comes back to get his stuff. Would you mind if we waited at your place for a little while? He should be gone in an hour or so.” I nearly got a half-chub at the thought of her coming into my place. I went through a checklist in my head: my place was clean, and I didn’t have porn randomly strewn around as I usually do. So it was a go. “Yeah that’s fine.”We walk up to my 3rd floor apartment, and she went first up the stairs, I think on purpose. Her fucking beautiful phat booty was, like, 2 feet from my face! It jiggled with serious weight, and it drove me fucking wild. When we got to the door, I fumbled my keys, and almost dropped them. Justine laughed. “You alright there!?” I laughed it off and just blamed it on being a long day. “I’m just tired from work”, I said. We got inside and she complemented me on my place. “I like what you’ve done here. Nice furniture, and you have a lot of nice artwork on the wall. Do you have anything to drink?” “Sure, but do you like beer?””Absolutely, as long as it’s cold.”I crack open a couple escort bursa beers and as she takes the bottle from me, our hands touch and she looks me dead in the eyes and smiles big at me. “Thank you”, she says. I nearly dropped my beer. I went into what felt like a cold sweat. She almost caught me checking out her tits. She looks at me again and says, “So I noticed you’ve been checking me out at work!” I nearly choked on my beer and said, “What!? What are you talking about?!?””It’s ok, don’t worry about it. I’ve been checking you out, too. You’re the only guy who hasn’t acted like a total jerk to me. You’ve been really nice to me and you made me feel welcome in the office when everyone else practically ignored me.” As she says this, I could feel her getting closer to me. Trying to remain cool, I just backed into the wall, but she kept getting closer. I finally ran out of room and by now she was only inches away from me. She gives me this look that makes me grow a big rubbery one, and she says, “I have to confess. I asked to come here on false pretenses. My ex is at my apartment right now, but I could care less. I did ultimately want to come back here to your place. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I didn’t feel like being alone tonight.””Well, you’re welcome here. You didn’t have to lure me anywhere. It’s been lonely for me, too. I think you’re a beautiful woman, and it’s nice to have you as company.”I felt her hand move onto my hip and she took my hand and placed it on hers. She moved in closer and this made me go from soft to hard in a fucking instant. She was right up on me, her huge soft breasts were now pressed against my stomach, and I could look down and see right into her shirt. I moved my hand from her hip to her tits and I gently squeezed. She moaned a little and closed her eyes, biting her lip a little. “Is that ok?”, I ask. She nods her head and smiles. She reaches in a kisses me so tenderly, with incredibly soft lips, her tongue moved slowly into my mouth, and we began kissing more passionately. I felt her hand move over my crotch, and then she says very softly, “Can I see your bedroom now?”To be continued…..
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