Mid-January chill seeps through the office windows. Pierre jets off to China tomorrow for his Purchase Division gig. Two weeks alone. My pussy aches at the thought. Chaste hibernation? No way. After our pillow talk, he greenlights it. ‘Go explore with her, babe. Just tell me everything.’ Heart pounding, I hit the hammam pre-work, leave my number for Ayaan. 1 PM lunch break, her sultry accented voice: ‘Karine? Come now. Your office. Empty conference room. Door 12B.’ Open-space buzzes. Printer hums. Clicks of mice echo. Colleagues glance up from dossiers. Ayaan’s tall, anorexic-thin frame leans by the coffee machine. No bra under black tee. Nipples poke. Her golden eyes lock mine. Coffee stench mixes with her musky perfume. Heart races. We chat spreadsheets. Tension crackles. ‘Follow me,’ she whispers. Stride to conference room. Door clicks shut. Lock snicks. World mutes.
Glass walls fog slightly. Table gleams under fluorescents. She turns. Smiles like Queen of Sheba. ‘Pierre knows?’ I nod, cheeks burn. Her hand grazes my arm. Goosebumps. Printer drone outside fades. I back against the door. She closes in. Tall as me. Fruity perfume overwhelms stale coffee. Fingers trace my blouse. Buttons pop. Bra exposed. She unhooks it. Cool air hits nipples. They harden instantly. ‘Beautiful tits, Karine.’ Her mouth claims one. Sucks hard. Tongue flicks. I gasp. Hand dives under my skirt. Stockings rip softly. ‘Wet already, slut.’ Fingers probe panties. Push aside. Find my clit. Rub circles. Legs buckle. Outside, phone rings. Ignored. She drops to knees. Yanks panties down. Hot breath on my bush. Tongue lashes my folds. Slurps my juices. ‘Taste like honey.’ I grip table edge. Moan bites back. Her finger slides in. Hooks my G-spot. Pumps fast. Another joins. Stretches me. Thumb grinds clit. Build so quick. Office chatter filters. Door handle rattles? No. Imagination. I buck. Come hard. Squirt on her chin. She laps it up. Grins.
The Building Tension
My turn? Nah. She’s boss now. Strips tee. Perfect tits defy gravity. Dark areolas. Rock-hard nips. Jeans zip down. Black panties soaked. Pubic mound bulges. I peel them off. Her clit? Massive. Like a mini-cock. Peeking from dark lips. Shiny wet. She hops on table. Spreads gazelle legs. ‘Eat me, Karine.’ Hesitant tongue first lick. Salty-sweet. Bold now. Suck that fat clit. Fingers plunge her heat. Tight. Gushing. She moans low. Hips grind my face. ‘Yes, fuck yes. Deeper.’ I finger-fuck hard. Curl inside. Hit her spot. Her hands mash my hair. Printer whirs again. Footsteps pass. Thrill spikes. She arches. Cries out muffled. Floods my mouth. Orgasms shakes table.
We pant. Sweat-slick. She pulls me up. Kisses deep. Taste ourselves. Quick clothes scramble. Blouse tucks. Skirt smooths. Panties? Stuffed in purse. Lock clicks open. Perfume lingers. Coffee aroma returns. She slips out first. Winks. Back to open-space. I grab dossier. Legs jelly. Next meeting starts. Sit prim. Smile at boss. Pussy throbs. Dripping seat. Pierre texts: ‘Details?’ Grin. Adrenaline buzz. Professional mask on. Lust simmers beneath. No one suspects. Yet.