Sex Diaries Vol. 15: The Office Sexcapades Of A Sexually Frustrated Woman And Her Male Colleague

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Uju is in a five-year relationship with her boyfriend, Austine. Things used to be great between them until he got busy with his dream job and started ignoring her needs. Sexually frustrated and lonely, she finds herself in an entanglement with her sexy male colleague – Mide. In this week’s sex diaries, she shares her office sexcapades with her coworker: 

Day 1

Mide was the kind of person everyone liked: quiet but friendly with a loud laugh that put other people at ease. I often found myself rolling my eyes at my desk, trying to stay focused and calm while he and our other co-workers bantered about one nonsense Arsenal game or the other. Tall, well-dressed and the nephew of our CEO, Mide was the latest addition to the office and the newest member of our Public Relations team. With his dimpled, innocent face that had clearly never experienced any real hunger or suffering, he looked like a Johnny Just Come fresh out of school to me. During lunchtime, while our female colleagues talked endlessly about his great skin and chocolate eyes, I remained stubbornly silent. “Ahn ahn, madam Uju,” Diane called out to me one day in the staff room where we all gathered to eat. “Why you dey always keep face like this? You no like our new office boyfriend?” she asked, teasing me as she bit into her meatpie. I sipped my bottled water and smiled. “That one? He’s just another ajebutter boy” I said smugly. “Me, I like my men rugged and not too pretty!” When the laughter that erupted across the room subsided, Diane pushed her chair back, dusting the crumbs from her dress and made her way over to where I stood near the staff room door. “You know what they say,” she said as she passed me on her way out. “Never judge a book by its cover.”

Day 2

I find myself comparing Mide with my boyfriend of five years, Austin, who is rugged and not too pretty. These days, his love for me has run cold since he landed the big contract he has been hoping for. Now, he barely even touches me at all… “There must be cobwebs in your pum pum,” my younger sister shouts when I tell her how many months it’s been since we last had sex. I snap back to reality, remembering that I’m at the office on a Saturday afternoon because I still have tasks to complete and should not be daydreaming. Standing up, I decide to walk around a bit to stretch my legs. Making my way to the corridor, I bump into Mide on his way out. “Mide?” I say, surprised to see him here. We have barely spoken since he started working here, usually only greeting each other in passing. “So it seems I’m not the only person doomed to working on a weekend” he says, smiling with all 54 of his perfectly white teeth. Dressed more casually today, he wears black trousers and a white linen shirt with a few buttons open, exposing his smooth brown chest. For the first time, I experience his unrestrained yet subtle sex appeal. Up close, I can finally see the scar on his cheek and the quiet glint of mischief in his eyes. “Yes o,” I sigh. “No rest for the wicked.” Perhaps it is the fact that we are both more relaxed since the office is less busy, but for some reason, we find ourselves talking: first about work, then about life, trading banter and semi-personal details about ourselves. I am genuinely surprised by how sharp he is, finding myself admiring his openness, his ambition, and his youthful charm as I slowly begin to enjoy his company. When I check my phone screen, more than an hour has gone by so I tell him that I need to get back to work. He walks me back to my desk. “I still have two letters to draft and I —,” but before I can finish my sentence, Mide is leaning forward, filling my nose with his expensive, woody scent as he reaches over and closes my laptop. “It’s kind of late, don’t you think?” he says. “I was just about to leave. Tomorrow is another day,” he says, taking my hand and helping me to my feet. I am too tired and intrigued by the warmth of his hand to resist. We walk together to my Toyota where he opens the door for me and leans in when I am seated. “Let me buy you dinner tonight,” he says into my ear, his deep voice suddenly full of suggestions. I feel an electric shock shoot through my body. He’s close enough to kiss, close enough to taste if I wanted. I think about how Austin will barely have time for me when I get home and for a second, I almost beg Mide to put me in his pocket. But no… “Maybe another time,” I say, not wanting to spoil the moment. “No wahala,” he replies, standing straight and then giving me a playful bow while staring directly into my face. “Captain Mide is at your service and ready when you are, ma.” As I drive away, I realize I have been holding my breath the whole time.

Day 3

I spend the weekend restless. Mind and body both turning against me; vivid images of Mide’s mouth, his laugh, his fresh breath in my ear all flashing through my head, bringing all the loneliness and lust trapped inside my body to the surface. I touch myself in the shower so Austin cannot hear me. I imagine Mide’s hands on my belly, his head between my thighs… reminding me what it feels like to be alive and desired.

Day 4

For the first time in 7 years, I am nervous to go to work. At the office, I spot Mide standing by the water dispenser, texting on his phone. “There you are,” he says, smiling when he sees me. “You drove away so fast on Saturday, I thought I had scared you away for good,” he explained, walking towards me. “Scared me?” I say, pretending to be indifferent to the closeness of his young, supple body but still unable to meet his gaze. “What is there to be afraid of?” He laughs, lifting my chin up gently. “Nothing,” he says quietly. “There is nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won’t bite.” He takes a small step back just as two of our colleagues start to come down the hallway. “Unless you want me to,” he whispers. Even as the day becomes busy with tasks and assignments, I still can’t get my mind off him and what he had said. Later, when I returned to my desk from the staff room, I found a small note stuck onto my laptop. Immediately, I knew who it was from.“Meet me in the old storage room downstairs 30 minutes after work hours. If you are as brave as you claim.” I read the note quickly and tuck it into my purse. I can’t believe it. Should his audacity offend me? I am at least 10 years older than him and his senior at work. Can he tell that I want him? Is this some sort of test or joke? What if I lose my job? I think about Austin, my anger and guilt becoming one. Perhaps I am overthinking it; perhaps Mide just wants to tell me something. They say it’s curiosity that killed the cat but still… I can’t deny the fluttering excitement rising inside my belly.

Later…

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” he said softly, as I entered the old, vacant storeroom, quickly closing the door behind me. The whole space smells like him and I begin to feel giddy with desire. “Well, I’m here, Mide. What now?” I whisper back, my eyes slowly starting to adjust to the darkness. “Now,” he says, coming over to where I stand, “now, I kiss you.” There is no longer any doubt about what he wants and no doubt that I want it, too. The first kiss is like coming home. Mide’s lips so soft and full, my body responds immediately. He moves down to my neck and begins to nibble on it softly. I gasp, unable to remember when last I was touched like this but still very aware that we are at work. “What… what if someone walks —,” I begin but he places a finger on my lips. Pushing me back gently until my back is against the door, he locks it while reaching for my breast. I try not to moan too loudly. He opens my blouse, twisting each button apart. With my chest now finally exposed, he studies me, licks my nipples, and slowly starts to move his hand up my skirt, shifting my underwear to the side, as he slips two fingers inside me. I almost shout.  I begin to hurriedly unbutton his trousers, desperate to touch him, desperate to feel him for myself. I trail my fingers along the length of him, noting with interest its silky texture, right to the tip, which I stroke lightly; and then, amazed by my own boldness and hunger, I take it firmly in my hand, guiding it downwards until I feel the tip touching my labia. Mide stares at me and asks if I’m sure. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you cum.” I moan and nod my head, too wet to speak, blocking out all thoughts about what this is, what it means, what mess I might create for myself. “Do it,” I beg. “Do it now.” He eases into me, with my back still pressed to the door, spreading my tightness open. As I move my hips, he starts fucking me with a lustful urgency that fills us both. It has been far too long since I last did this and my body seems to sigh in relief. With each steady thrust, you can hear how wet I am; you can hear us both breathing heavily, entirely in the moment. Before I know it, the heat building inside me has me overcome. The thought that we could actually be caught is now exciting. He leans in close, using one hand to cover my mouth so I don’t scream, while continuing to breathe filthy promises into my ear. Within minutes, I feel myself tightening around him, close to tears, my whole body quivering as I find release. I shudder against him, legs shaking like a small generator. “Good girl,” Mide says, breathless, chuckling to himself. I look up at him in disbelief, knowing that I probably look like a mess. Skirt rolled up to my waist, sweaty, ragged, and sticky. But I also know that I have never been fucked like that before. 

That evening

That night, Austin is more chatty than usual, going on and on about his boring day while we eat our dinner. I pretend to listen, my thighs still aching as I relive the flashbacks in my head from my own busy day. I hear my phone ping in the living room where it is charging. Jumping up from the dining table, I rush over and grab it . A text from Mide. Same time, same place tomorrow?” I smile deeply as I text back, “see you then.” I’m still smiling when I return to the table, already thinking about which panties to wear… “Who was that?” asks Austin, as I sit back on my chair. “Oh, it was nothing,” I say, picking up my spoon again. “Just work stuff.”

*This article is based on real-life events. Names used are mere pseudonyms to protect the identities of the individuals mentioned in the article.

Sex Diaries is a Culture Custodian weekly series about sex, situationships, entanglements and everything else. It goes up every Friday.

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