[MF] Outrageous suggestions are better after bring drunk. Like [M] telling a married co-worker [F] that I wanted to taste her pussy.

This was a night after a party with our office co-workers a few weeks ago and it was almost 1 o clock. It was the end of the night and my co-worker couldn't get an Uber back home at the late hour, and decided to wait out at my apartment which was at walking distance to the pub- before her husband could come pick her up. She said it would take more than an hour for him to get there and with the pub closed down, it was much better for her to wait at my house rather than on the street.

We had been fairly platonic so far, maybe a bit friendly- but most of our conversation involved work discussion- but this was a different us- one where we were partied hard, countless drinks down- drunk out of our minds. She sat down on the couch, and complained about how she felt so cold from the sweat on her dress. I was at the kitchen counter pouring ourselves drinks- whiskey and soda, and I casually remarked almost subconsciously that she could just take it off- not even thinking too much at that moment.

I saw her chuckle for a moment, and then she got up, and peeled off her dress, and set it to the side- looking at me across the room with a smile. Then she sat back on the couch and took a throw that was on the armrest of the couch and covered herself. I approached her and tried to hand her the drink, but she said "Wait, hold on one minute, this has been biting me for hours now."- she said as she took off her bra, holding the throw with her chin, and I could see small glimpses of her bare body under the throw as she took off her bra from over her shoulders.

I saw her reach for her drink, and her breast pop out, but she didn't even bother, as she nonchalantly picked up her drink, and almost gulped down a half of- what I am pretty sure was a very strong whiskey and soda. I put some music on my speakers, and I could see her tilt her head back as the throw casually lowered down. She reached for the pockets of her dress, and took out her pack of cigarettes and lit one, and started to smoke it.

I don't know what I got into me, but looking at her teasing sexy body on my couch, lying back and smoking away, I choked up even trying to speak. I took my drink and downed all of it, and I just murmured. "I--" and paused. She looked at me and said, "Go on. I know you want to say something-".

I got in front of her, and kneeled down and said, "I want to taste your pussy". She looked at me with a sly smile and said - "Go on". I reached up her waist and pulled down her panties, and looked at her bare, slightly stubby pussy. I began to slowly lick her clit, and she dug her fingers into my hair and pushed my head between her legs while taking a long drag of smoke. I started to lick and suck her clit slowly, and then reached inside with my tongue. She began to moan softly, muffling it to take short breaks to smoke her cigarette. I looked up and the throw was already pushed to the side, and I could see her beautiful naked body. I reached up and grabbed her tits, massaging her nipples as I continued to go down on her.

The time all went by in a blur the both of us drunk and really horny. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers while licking on her clit, and then slowly started to finger fuck her. I could feel her close her legs and twitch hard a few times, but I kept going. She finished her cigarette dug both her hands into my hair, while I put my hands around her back, pushing myself further into her pussy.

Eventually, we really lost track of time, because we heard the doorbell ring. Knowing who it probably was, we scattered, and she grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up a little and opened the door for her husband and told her she was in the washroom. She came out a couple of minutes later and they left. Later I discovered that in a hurry, she left her panties behind, wedged inside the couch cushions-

I went to work after the weekend unsure of how to tread the topic, but she mentioned nothing. In the week that followed, we were back to our usual work conversations- as if nothing had happened. It was only a couple of days back that we were talking and out of the blue she mentioned, "Maybe I will tell you over drinks sometime" that I got the feeling that maybe there will be more to the story again.