Click. My heels echo on the linoleum. Open space buzzes. Printer hums in the corner, spitting paper. Colleagues tap keyboards, mouse clicks sharp like gunshots. Coffee scent hangs heavy, mixes with my musky perfume. Pierre’s eyes lock on mine across desks. He’s the new analyst. Met him weeks ago, but today? Fire ignites.
I nod toward the conference room. ‘Pierre, need your input on this dossier.’ Voice steady, pro. He stands, follows. Door shuts. Click. Lock snaps. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. Risk of surprise? That’s my drug. Suit serious, but under? Red lace thong, sheer bra. Nipples poke fabric.
The Mounting Tension
Table gleams under fluorescents. I perch on edge, legs cross uncross slow. Skirt rides up. His gaze drops. ‘What do you think?’ I pull blouse open. Buttons strain. Bra cups high, firm tits. Pink nipples harden, pointy. He stares. Breath quickens. Printer drones outside. Someone laughs. Door rattles? No.
‘Like the red?’ I spin, ass out. Globes full, firm. Thong vanishes between cheeks. Pubic arrow shaved neat, points to lips. Brown, pendulous, wrinkled. Clit hood peeks. Legs spread wide. Chair arms hold thighs. Coffee stink clings. His cock tents pants.
‘Taste me.’ I hike skirt. Pussy bare, glistening. He drops. Kneels. Nose in bush first. Musky, sweaty tang. Tongue hits folds. Lick. Suck. Clit swells long, hard. I grab head. Press. Moans muffled. Mouse clicks fade. Door lock holds.
Suction on clit. Teeth graze. I buck. Juices flood mouth. Squirt hits chin. He laps entrance. Tongue fucks in. Thumb probes ass. Ring yields, slick. Deeper. I shatter. Thighs clamp. Gush. Fountain woman. Face drowned.
The Explosive Release
He rises. I yank pants. Cock springs. Thick. Veins pulse. Mouth engulfs. Suck deep. Balls slap. Teeth scrape. He groans. Cum blasts throat. Swallow. Still hard.
Straddle table. Guide him in. Wet cunt swallows shaft. Grind. Tits bounce. Nipples to mouth. Bite. Roll hips. Fast. Slap skin. Coffee breath mixes sweat.
Flip. Ass up. Direct to rosebud. Push. Ring grips. Inch by inch. Full. Pound. Grips cheeks. Spread. Deeper. I scream low. Climax rips. Milk him dry. Cum fills.
Pant. Sweat drips. Reajust skirt. Smooth blouse. Nipples hide. Lipstick fresh. Unlock. Click. Door opens. ‘Great input, Pierre.’ Stride out. Next meeting. Smile cool. Colleagues nod. Printer whirs. No one knows. Pulse races. Want more.