Printer hummed outside the open-space. Door clicked locked. Coffee scent mixed with my perfume. Tension crackled between two reports on the table. His glances across the floor all week. Now, here, her legs spread. The young intern. Fingers glided down, creased her skirt fabric. Up again. We stared, hooked.
Her hand climbed her belly. Fingers hooked waistband, slipped inside panties. Fabric twitched. She caressed lips, clit, teased her entrance. Hand pulled out, frantic side-to-side rubs.
The Ambiance
I got into it. His arm over my shoulders, pulled me close. Grabbed my left hand, pressed it to his cock through pants. I twisted toward him, eyes locked on her. My right hand gripped his hard shaft, stroked up-down, soft squeezes.
She lifted legs, spread wider. Panties slid down thighs. Quick wiggle, off they flew.
“Look,” he whispered in my ear, “shaved clean.”
Useless. I saw it all. His right hand slid to my ass, fingers crept to my pussy.
Her fingers owned her crotch. Slow drags over wet flesh. One plunged deep, three-four thrusts, out to clit, ten-second circles.
His hand dove into my pants via fly. Fingers teased his glans through foreskin, slid it back, squeezed. Mine roamed his wetness. His thumb pushed into my pussy, others scratched, kneaded my clit. Sigh escaped me. Lips neared his, parted for a kiss. Lost sight of her bucking hips.
Kate’s kiss ripped a groan from him. I turned more, his fingers slipped from me. My mouth left his, trailed down chest. Crouched before him. Zipper down, cock out. Fully decapped, swallowed him. Warm mouth, tongue swirled glans.
Torn between her and him. She crammed left hand fingers into pussy, right blurred on clit. Close to cum. Me too.
My lips decapped on downstrokes, tongue hit sensitive underside. Knees spread around his legs for balance. Dress hiked, red bush and parted lips exposed. Wanted to dive in, but no. Cheeks bulged sucking deep, hollowed sucking off. Right hand cupped balls through fabric, scratched light.
Looked up, gratitude in eyes. He got off on her show. Wanted to whisper love. Left hand split my lips, index-middle dove to hole, up to pink nub. Rubbed slow. Forgot her. Glanced up.
She stretched legs, hands spread lips, indexes pinched clit. Sun ray gleamed off wet pink. Craved her dripping pussy. His cock felt huge, but I sucked like waves.
Sometimes froze, lips sealed, tongue circled or pushed glans. Slid under, flat on top. Lips dropped, glans peeked, then gulped again. Owned him. Cock was mine.
My fingers circled clit, slick sounds. Spread lips, cool air on heat. Middle finger fucked in, out shiny to clit. Muffled moan.
Eyes flicked between hands, hers and mine. Wet fingers, opening pussies, tortured lips.
She cried sharp. Cumming. Hips lifted 10cm. Finger pumped, palm ground clit. Another cry. I heard, sucked harder, fingered faster. Hoped we’d all blow.
Didn’t wait long. Fingers wild in my pussy. His glans throbbed. Lips parted, breath stopped, cock deep. Demonic hand frenzy. Raspy cry, then gasps. Sucked vigorous, panted. Still cumming.
Sperm surged. His hand yanked cock free. Surprise cry from me. Jet grazed ear, shoulder splatter. Third loomed, my hand guided back in. Emptied down throat. Last drop on tongue. Legs jelly, head spun.
Mouth slid off stiff cock, whimper. Stood, lips met his. Tongue pushed salty cum. Stayed, swirled, shared. Two slick fingers joined, her pussy honey mixed in.
Irresistible. Hand trailed hip, under dress hem. Inner thigh, bush, found slit. Dipped into warm ripe peach. She shuddered. Fingers probed folds, one entered. Tongue sought again. Cock twitched. Other hand kneaded ass, thumb clit. She purred. Hand recapped his glans, stroked skin.
Kiss ended, head on shoulder, mouth in neck. Bliss. Eyes opened.
She stood five steps away. Staring. Shock in her eyes. I stiffened, stopped stroking. Head down, guessed it. She eyed my bare ass, his cock in my fingers. Blushed hard. I smiled calm, no guilt. She smiled back, got it. Fatalistic grin: all good.
Dropped eyes, edged closer. Hand brushed my ass friendly, then his shoulder. Walked off. I peeked over. She paused, turned.
“Next time, guys… tell me you’re here. We’ll do it together!”
The Explosion
Giggle, gone.
We froze till steps faded. Dropped dress over ass. Eyes met. Laughter burst. Hugged tight. Voyeurs, cowards. No regrets.
“Before more surprises, get decent,” I giggled. Tucked his cock, zipped.
“My panties?”
“No way. Love your bare ass.”
“Fine. Lunch? Starving. Need to reload.”
“Yes, but panties!”
“Obsession. Go bare. Food tastes better. Waiter notices, extra service.”
“Or spills on you!”
Caught up, neck kiss, hand under dress ass grope.
“Stop!” Hands smoothed dress.
First cafeteria she liked. Sat, menus by dim light. Tall Mexican waitress, 20s.
“See? No clumsiness.”
“Unless lesbian!” Coquettish grin.
Laughed. Loved her blush.
“If she is, we take her. She services you, then cooks while I fuck you.”
“Nuts.” Pink cheeks.
Hand on thigh, inner caress.
“Cute too.”
She approached. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” To me: “What?”
Leaned: “Cum spot on right shoulder.”
Face scanned, scarlet. Eyes pleaded: why hurt? Then love despite.
Squeezed my hand between thighs…