Three days in the new office lot. August heat clings like sweat. After sorting files, Didier and I chill on the breakroom terrace. Champagne flutes clink. I’m stripped to panties only—no bra, blouse tossed. Too damn hot. He’s in boxers. Night air cools slightly. I light cigarettes, pass one. Happy to be back here after two rural years. Printer hums faintly inside. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume.
Neighboring conference room light flicks on. Click of door lock echoes. ‘They’re unwinding too.’ Muffled chat. My hand strokes his thigh. Then, soft moans. ‘Hear that?’ ‘Yeah… same thought?’ ‘Shh!’ Her voice cuts clear: ‘Pinch ’em harder!’ Sigh follows. No doubt—fucking.
The Mounting Tension
‘Think they know we’re lit up?’ ‘Dunno. Doesn’t faze ’em.’ Not shocked, I grin. My panties damp. He fingers the wet spot. I peek through blinds gap. Perfect view: her on towel over table, back arched, him sideways kneading her full tits. Signal him over. I join, drop panties to ankles, step out naked. His hand grazes my firm ass—goosebumps. Fingers find my soaked slit. I spread legs.
She’s on knees now, sucking his long thin cock. Profile to us. Slurps loud. He groans: ‘Yeah, swallow it all… fuck, good.’ We kiss deep. Him: lean, hairy chest, flat gut, muscled thighs. Her: big firm breasts, toned.
My ass cams up. He teases my tight rosebud—rare treat. I arch, invite finger. Slow push. Neighbors 69 on table. Suck sounds carry. Coffee whiff teases nostrils. I stroke his cock through boxers, yank down. Naked now, mutual rubs, eyes glued.
Doggy: her on all fours. ‘Ram it deep!’ He slams in. Cry escapes. Eyes flick our way? I kneel, blow him sloppy—loud slurps on purpose. They stare. Truth time. He keeps pounding.
I stand, he drops, tongue dives my flood. Desk clatter nearby. I moan loud, facing blinds. His tongue laps clit to ass. Legs shake. I cum hard, squirting his mouth. Long howl. Her voice: ‘Damn, you came good?’ ‘Yeah.’ She cums too, howling.
They approach blinds spot. Her pussy bald, glistening. ‘Hi, StĂ©phane, Muriel.’ ‘Didier, Catherine.’ Awkward beat. ‘You look hot.’ ‘You too.’ ‘More champagne? Join us.’ My move. He nods eager. Never swapped talk, but fuck it.
The Raw Explosion
Nude welcomes. They strip. Terrace chat, hands roam. StĂ©phane beside me, fingers my thigh up to mound. ‘Soft skin… spread.’ I part legs. He massages pubis. Sighs escape. Muriel kneels, tongue on my pussy. ‘Gonna taste you.’ Groans. I wink at Didier.
StĂ©phane to him: ‘First time blown by guy?’ ‘Yeah.’ Kneels, sucks expert. Tongue swirls, balls fondled. I watch, thrilled. Muriel eats me deep, rimming ass.
Didier 69s StĂ©phane tentatively. I cum again on Muriel’s face—’She squirts like crazy! Sweet taste!’ Didier blows on StĂ©phane’s cock, encouraged by me. Swallows cum on chest.
Muriel rides Didier’s thick cock on lounge chair. Slow descent, moans. I stroke StĂ©phane hard. ‘Doggy!’ He fills my pussy. Finger my ass. Then, he offers cock: ‘Anal?’ ‘Gentle.’ Guides in. Stretches. Weird, good. Kisses Didier.
Muriel doggy too. I face her. Didier rams her ass easy. ‘Our girls’ asses rock!’ ‘Tight… fills perfect.’ We cum hard. Him in my ass, triggering mine. Didier floods hers.
Pause. Champagne refills. Door clicks unlocked. Clothes on. Back to desks like nothing. Smirks promise more. Printer whirs. Coffee brews. My secret thrill pulses.