Work Colleague Asked for Help with Moving – We Didn't Finish Until Morning

I never expected a simple request for help with moving to turn my evening into something so exciting. Anka, my office colleague, was always that attractive brunette with a smile that lit up boring team meetings. She was 28, had a model figure, and those green eyes that made guys at the office lose their heads. We'd worked together for two years, flirted playfully over coffee, but never crossed the line of friendship.

That Friday afternoon, she approached me at the coffee machine.
- Hey, Marek, save me! – she called out in mock panic. – I'm moving to a new apartment tomorrow, and the guys from the office turned me down. Will you help? I promise pizza and beer!

I couldn't say no. For the first time, I felt a thrill of excitement, thinking about spending time alone with her. At 6:00 PM, I was standing outside her building with a van full of boxes. Anka opened the door in tight leggings and a loose t-shirt, her hair tied in a messy bun. She smelled of vanilla and sweat after a day of packing.

- You're my hero! – she threw her arms around me in greeting. Her breasts brushed against my chest, and I felt my blood racing.

We started carrying boxes. The new apartment was small but cozy – a studio with a huge bed in the corner and a balcony overlooking the city. Pizza arrived quickly, and we settled on the floor among the cartons.

- You know, I've always liked you, Marek – she said, sipping her beer. – You're the only guy at the office who's not a jerk.
- And you're the only woman who makes me forget about deadlines – I replied with a smile.

Laughter turned to silence. Our eyes met. I was really excited, feeling the atmosphere thicken. I stood up to carry the last box upstairs, and she followed me. In the bedroom, I tripped over a cable, and she grabbed my arm.

- Watch out – she whispered close to my ear. Her breath tickled my neck.

I turned abruptly. We were so close I could feel the warmth of her body. The key moment of tension arrived when her hand slid across my chest.

- Anka... – I started.
- Shh – she interrupted, putting a finger to my lips. – Don't talk. Help me unpack the bed.

We spread out the bedding, but our hands were trembling. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a black lace bra. I stood frozen.

- Like it? – she asked provocatively.
- Damn, Anka, you're incredible – I confessed.

We fell onto the mattress, kissing passionately. Her lips were soft, her tongue playful. I unzipped her leggings, revealing wet panties. The first touch of her skin was electrifying. I caressed her thighs, and she moaned softly.

- Marek, I want you... all night – she whispered.

But the boxes were waiting. We got back to work, though we kept touching, brushing against each other every few minutes. The night promised to be long. The beer was running out, and the tension was building. I really felt like this was the start of something big.

11 PM, and we were still unpacking. Sweat poured down our backs, Anka's t-shirt clung to her round breasts, highlighting her nipples. I was really turned on like never before, fighting the temptation to drop everything and suck her right then and there. We sat on the floor, opening a box of her lingerie – lace thongs, stockings, vibrators.

- Oh crap, don't look! – she joked, blushing but not covering up.
- Too late – I winked. – You look like a girl who knows what she likes.

She stood up, came closer, and straddled my lap.
- And do you know how to get a girl turned on? – she teased, grinding her hips against me.

My cock hardened instantly. I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing hard.

- I'll show you – I growled, biting her neck.

We kissed wildly, hands tangled in hair. I unhooked her bra, sucking her nipples – hard as pebbles. She moaned loudly:
- Yes, Marek... harder!

But I stopped. – The boxes are waiting, baby. We're just getting started.

We continued, but the atmosphere was electric. We kept interrupting for kisses, caresses. Around 2:00 AM, we finally finished. The apartment gleamed with cleanliness; we were sweaty and starving for each other.

- Take a shower with me – she suggested, pulling me to the bathroom.

Under the stream of water, I soaped her whole body. My fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet pussy. She stroked me slowly, looking into my eyes.

- You're so hard... for me – she whispered.
- Only for you, Anka. For the first time, I felt such closeness with a work colleague.

We dried off carelessly and collapsed naked onto the bed. We caressed each other for hours – orally, manually. I licked her clit until she trembled in orgasm.

- God, Marek, you're a master! – she cried out.

She deep-throated me, taking my full length. The key night of tension continued. We hadn't fucked yet, building anticipation. We talked between caresses.

- I've always fantasized about you at the office – she admitted.
- Me about you under my desk – I laughed.

At 4:00, we fell asleep entwined, but sleep was short.

I woke at dawn with Anka wrapping her leg around mine. Sunlight streamed through the balcony, illuminating her naked body. I was really ready for the finale – my cock throbbed painfully.

- Good morning, hero – she purred, licking my chest.
- Good morning, goddess – I replied, sliding my fingers into her pussy. She was wetter than ever.

We fucked slowly at first. I entered her from the front, feeling her tightness. She moaned loudly:
- Finally... fuck me hard!

I pounded her rhythmically, speeding up. Her nails dug into my back.

- Yes, Marek! Deeper! – she cried.

We switched positions – her on top, riding me wildly. Her breasts bounced, sweat trickled down her stomach. The key moment of orgasm was approaching.

- I'm cumming... aaa! – she screamed, shaking.

That was enough. I filled her with hot cum, roaring with pleasure.

We lay panting. But it wasn't over – after a break, we went for anal. I lubed her ass from the box.

- Gently at first – she asked.
- I promise – I assured her.

I entered slowly; she moaned with pleasure. I fucked her ass, slapping her cheeks. Another orgasm rocked her.

- You're my ideal – she whispered.

We finished at 8:00 AM, exhausted. Breakfast in bed, cuddling.

- This isn't the end, right? – she asked.
- Never – I promised. For the first time, I felt it was more than just an adventure.

Heading back to work on Monday, we knew our office would never be the same.