The open-space buzzes. Printer whirs in the corner, spitting out reports. Coffee aroma hangs heavy, mixing with my perfume. Guillaume’s desk faces mine. Ten years of stolen glances. I’m Françoise, sociologist researcher, married, two kids. Ambitious. Crave the thrill of breaking rules here. He started in ’95, teaching music workshops to staff adults. Twenty then, shy but brilliant. His lessons on Mozart, polyphony—way beyond basics. I signed up. Thin blouse, open neckline. Small firm tits in white bra. He stared. I smiled. Weeks pass. Post-class chats. Bourdieu, Levi-Strauss from me. His compositions, Conservatoire tales. Breath close, eyes locked. Private lives slip out. I’m wed to history teacher, kids incoming. He gives them solfège later. Cheek kisses linger longer. Desire simmers. I quit classes—too busy. He gets girlfriend. Still see him weekly, dropping kids. Magnetic pull. Secretary’s desk between us. Can’t push. 2004. Hot June 30. He lands big CNR Aubervilliers gig. Quitting. Last chance. Kids’ piano in 30 minutes. Green tight tee hugs my perky tits. Low jeans show navel. Belly flat. Heart races. I approach his cubicle. Bise on cheeks. Kids to piano room. I pivot back. Doorway. ‘Heard you’re leaving?’ Words tumble. He praises my passion. Storm inside me. He speaks. ‘Françoise, you’re stunning. Desire you. Not prof-parent thing.’ Boom. Hand on nape. ‘Oh no…’ Mine on waist, arm. Faces inches. Lips brush. Soft kisses. Sheer bliss. No dodge. Smile. ‘Incredible…’ More kisses. Lips part, seek.
Pull him into empty conference room. Door shuts. Click—locked. Tongues clash. Taste divine. Explore. Bodies crush. His hard cock presses my belly. Mine grinds up. Breath ragged. Hands under tee, back sweaty. ‘We’re crazy!’ Tongue dives back. Her hands trail down. Belt unbuckles. Snap—button pops. Eyes meet. Smile. ‘I want it.’ Pants drop. Violent kisses. Tongues lick lips outside. My panties down. Hand on her soaked pussy. Rasped lips spread, scent intoxicating. Urge to lick—but she grips cock. Strokes, exposes head. Guides to slit. ‘On pill.’ Push in slow. Hot, slick heaven. Bottom out. Pause. Pure joy. She bucks wild. Close. Me too. Tempo hers. Grips waist. Soft high moans. ‘Gonna cum—cum with me.’ Frenzy. Flood her depths. Spasms shake her. Hands dig ass. Hold deep. Tender kisses blur lips.
The Building Tension
Noises outside. Piano ends. Hurry. Pants up. Skirt smooth. Hair fix. Unlock. Out first. No look back. Parent chats him up. I slip to car. Gone. Never called after. Intense. Raw. That locked-door rush, desk edge bite, cum drip—office taboo perfection. Mask on. Back to meetings like nothing. Adrenaline lingers.