Conference room door clicks shut. Ethics training on genocides. Brutal day. I head to lobby. Rain lashes windows. Printer hums distant. Mouse clicks echo in open-space.
“Excuse me! Sorry! Don’t rush off! Don’t be scared!”
The Building Tension
Hand clutches bag. Another hustler? No. He turns back. “Saw you. You’re stunning. Missed my meeting. Want to talk.”
“Thanks.” Lobby buzzes. Colleagues file out. I quicken pace. Stress coils tight.
“Walk fast. Coffee in breakroom? Half hour till shuttle. Let’s chat.”
Train at 51? Why say it? “Okay.”
He grabs hand crossing hall. “Pascal. You?”
“Sandra.”
“What do you do?”
“Marketing exec. Lycée group firm.”
“Me, leather goods, Printemps nearby. Breakroom here.”
Coffee machine gurgles. Aroma hits—strong brew mixed with his musky cologne. Printer spits sheets. Door locks with sharp click behind us. Late worker’s mouse clatters outside.
He bites lip. Eyes lock. Mimics my ex. Unsettling. I sink into chair. Tremble.
“Closer. Your hair… so soft.”
Chair scrapes. He strokes strands. “Beautiful. Want to fuck you. Fall in love.”
I pull hands back. Heart races. Why stay?
“Nervous? Let’s meet. Touch your body. See you naked.”
“Train time. Thanks for coffee.”
PA blares: “Suspicious package! Evacuate! Bomb squad en route! Hours delay!”
Panic swells. Cars honk outside. “Come with me. Perfect chance. Nearby spot.”
The Explosive Release
Rain slicks skin. His hand snakes under blazer, on dress fabric. I let it.
Up narrow stairs. Dusty. Old annex building. Brother’s pied-à-terre office—abroad a year. Key turns smooth. No shake. Chills me.
“Relax. Jacket off. Drink?”
Strong liquor burns. Empty glass. He pulls me to sofa. Lips crash. Tongue invades. Hands hike skirt. Bra down. Sucks tits. Nips hard.
Eyes shut. Body betrays. Help with pantyhose. Toss aside. Tongue in his mouth. Arms lock neck. His fingers invade pussy. Two easy. Wet already.
My hand dives jeans. Grip cock. Stroke slow. Firm. It throbs.
He spreads lips rough. Tongue dives. Cry escapes. Pushes head away? No. Pulls closer.
Push him to rug. Bra off. Tits free. Unzip. Straddle reverse. Suck cock deep. His tongue laps clit. Slurp wet.
Body arches. His. Mine. Time blurs. Palpitations. Cum spurts. Salty spice. Swallow. Gasp.
Roll flat. Hands roam. Kiss reignites. Cock hard again. “Your turn. Cum hard.”
Guides in gentle. “Harder!”
Thrusts brutal. “Feel me deep.”
Bite lips. Hands claw ass. Set rhythm. Legs trap. “Fuck yes! Cum inside!”
Explode together. Hot seed floods. Waves crash.
Night falls. Dress quick. Gyro lights flash lobby. Still sealed.
“Alternative RER. Our day.”
Shoulder squeeze. Shake off. Slip number in bag. Trash later.
“Call soon? Next week? No Tuesdays.”
Laugh inside. Pro fucker. Doors hiss shut. Free.