A Chilling Affair
Hi I am Jimmy Cooper divorced Parsi Male 37 living in Mumbai. I was working at a small restaurant, when I was studying for my Film Editing Diploma in New York , just to make some extra cash I would work at the restaurant being a Diploma Holder of Hotel Management . A hectic place to work, busy as hell during the rush times and boringly routine in between them. It was out of this boredom that I had an affair with a co-worker, or at least the start of one anyway. Diana and I had worked together every day for about five months, she was married. We both worked in the close quarters of the small kitchen, me as the prep and lead cook, her as a salad prep and line cook. The job was hard, and it seemed that Diana and I got closer and closer as the days passed by. We often confided in each other as to the problems she was having at home, her husband of three years didn’t understand her frustrations of never having had an orgasm during their weekly “routine” sex. Diana and I had flirted with the idea of being together, but still held off, until one day in the walk-in cooler. It was freight day, and there were numerous boxes and cans of stuff to be put away, some in the shelves meant for dry goods storage, and many for the freezer and cooler. It was the day that our lives would be changed, our relationship would blossom into an affair to be remembered to this day, though many years have passed by. It usually took only a few minutes to put the frozen things away, and the refrigerated items didn’t take long either, but this day there were an over abundance, and everything needed to be rotated, dates checked, and reorganized. So, Diana was assigned to help with the task for once, it was too much for one person to do by himself, and even with the extra help it would take hours. She and I started hauling the stuff into the walk-in cooler, took the frozen items into the next chamber and set them on the floor, to be put in place when we had our other tasks done. Everything was now in the right rooms, just had to do the reorganizing and such. After a short break in the warm morning sun we went back inside to continue the task at hand, and would spend the next couple hours in the chill of the 38 degree cooler. All was going smoothly, we worked well as a team, moving things in an orderly fashion, though often bumping into each other in the confined space. We laughed and visited as we proceeded, and at some point she said “damn, my tits are about to freeze in here”. I turned to see her smiling face and looked down to notice that her nipples were as hard as small stones under her t-shirt, braless, as was her usual manner of dress. I said “I can help with that” and laid my hands on her breasts to warm them. Her reaction was very surprising, she didn’t make any wise comments, but instead got closer to me to capture some of the warmth of my body heat. Her next comment took me off guard when she said “my pussy is cold too, can you help with that as well?” My thoughts ran from excitement to fear as my dick started swelling with the idea of touching her pussy, and fear of being caught in this kind of action at work. As my hands warmed her breasts I lowered one of them to cup her sweet snatch in my palm, her coo of pleasure from my touch prompting me to squeeze more tightly and rub her through her jeans. As I squeezed her mound and pussy she raised her hand to the back of my neck, pulled her short slender Figure up and kissed me on the lips. Her breathing let me know she was serious about taking our relationship to the next level. I moved my hand away from her other tit, and lowered it to the button on her jeans, quickly unbuttoning it and then unzipping her zipper to allow me access to touch her without the limits her jeans imposed. She pulled herself closer to me as I slid my hand into her panties and began to caress her fuzzy mound. She watched my eyes intently as my fingers parted her labia and started fingering her moist pussy. She again raised her petite figure up to kiss me hard, opened her mouth and our tongues found each other. My dick was getting harder by the moment, and she could feel the swell of it through my jeans as we held each other close. Her hand lowered to my thigh, and she found the prize she wanted, then started stroking my man tool from base to tip as it lay against my leg, hanging half way to my knee. As I continued to penetrate her with my finger, her pussy got wetter and more sticky, I knew she was ready for more than what she was getting, she knew I could give it to her, and said “I want YOU to make me cum, please, you know I never have” My reply was simply “i’ll try, but it’s pretty fucking cold in here, you sure?” She squeezed her hand around my cock, still grasping at it through my jeans, looked up at my face and said “Now!” I loosened my grip on her snatch, pulled my hand from her panties, and turned her around facing away from me. I then put my hands around her waist, pushed her jeans and panties down to her knees. And prompted her to lean on the boxes in front of her. As she did I knelt behind her firm shapely ass, parted her cheeks and went to work at licking her pussy. All fear of being caught was forgotten as I sucked on her clit and made her really wet using my tongue as if it were a cock moving in and out of her sweetness. The taste and smell of her juices was overpowering, and my cock was swelling to a full thick 8 inch erection. I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down hurriedly. As I did so she leaned over even more exposing her wet glistening pussy, and making it accessible to my advances. She said, “be gentle, my husband only has 5 inches, and I may not be able to take all that meat you’ve got”.