Open-space hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. He’s my new desk neighbor. Ambitious colleague. We chat files, deadlines. Eyes lock over monitors. Saturday vibe, but it’s Friday crunch. Team asleep on emails. I text him: ‘Out of coffee. Hook me up?’ He grins. ‘Cortado? Strong?’ Breakroom. Door half-shut. He brews. Steam rises. Our hands brush mugs. ‘Jump the fence?’ he jokes, handing it over. Double meaning hits. Adultery slang. My pulse races. ‘Next time, my loaf. Jump without spilling.’ We banter. Peaches poached in cream. Croissants stuffed with custard. Bananas and creamy milk. Saucisson in brioche. Pheromones thicken air. Noémie texts? Nah, his wife vibes. But here, forbidden sparks. Looks intensify. ‘Help with presentation?’ I say. He nods. We slip to conference room. Door clicks locked. Printer fades. Hearts pound.
Blinds half-down. Table gleams. I hike my pencil skirt. Hand dives into panties. Pull out geisha ball. Shiny, slick. ‘Kept my pelvic floor tight all morning.’ His eyes bulge. Lycra-free cock tents pants. COVID masks off. ‘Show me.’ I unzip blouse slow. Bra drops. Nipples harden in AC chill. Skirt up, thong aside. Pussy lips glisten. Push ball back in. Deep breath. Moan escapes. He strips. Shirt off. Abs flex. Bib shorts down—no, slacks. Cock springs free. Thick, veined. Pre-cum beads. ‘Fuck, you’re soaked.’ I drop to knees. Gobble him. Hot, salty. Tongue swirls head. He groans. Fingers tangle my hair. ‘Suck it deep, slut.’ I do. Ball shifts inside me. His hand probes. Fingers circle clit. Dips in. Hits toy. Legs buckle. I gasp around his shaft. He lifts me. Table edge. Legs spread. He kneels. Tongue laps pussy. Sucks clit. Fingers fuck, nudge ball. Waves build. ‘Oh god, my gode!’ I buck. Orgasm crashes. Juice floods his face. He drinks. Growls.
The Ambiance
I flip him. Straddle face. Ride tongue. ‘Encore’ tattoo peeks. He laps harder. I stroke cock. Balls tighten. Mutual grind. Desk creaks. His hips thrust up. I suck faster. Sloppy sounds. Gags. His fingers piston. Ball presses G-spot. Second cum rips me. I squirt. He unloads. Thick ropes hit throat. Swallow every drop. We pant. Synchronize breaths. Dog barks outside? No, colleague footsteps. Hurry. Wipe faces. Ball out, pocketed. Blouse buttoned. Skirt smoothed. He zips. Hair fixed. Unlock door. Click. Back to open-space. Smiles exchanged. ‘Great prep,’ I say loud. Mouse clicks resume. Printer hums. Coffee-perfume lingers. No one suspects. Adrenaline buzz. Hierarchy hides lust. Meeting next. Act normal. Inside, encore echoes.