Printer hums in the open space. Coffee scent clings to air, mixed with my sharp perfume. Jérôme’s eyes flick up from his screen. That killer smile. My heart skips. We’ve been pool buddies since uni days. Him: 1m65, 60kg pure muscle, judo black belt. Brunet, buzzed hair, brown eyes. Me: 1m84, 72kg, tall and lean, chasing his ripped look in the water.
We lock gazes over dossiers. Stress builds. Three kilometers swum last night. His abs etched under speedos. Showers after: he strips shameless, cock swinging. I steal glances, comparing. Today, files shoved aside. ‘Conference room?’ he mouths. Adrenaline surges. Risk of getting caught. Door shuts. Click. Locked.
The Mounting Tension
Mouse clicks echo soft. Laptop whirs. He grins. ‘Porn instead of reports?’ My pulse races. I nod. Site loads. Dude cums ropes on blonde tits. ‘Those cocks are gods,’ he mutters. My panties dampen. His jeans tent. Mine too, skirt tight. ‘Fuck, I’m hard,’ he says. ‘Me too,’ I breathe, nipples hard.
‘Jerk it?’ Bold as ever. I freeze, then nod. Thrill electric. He peels shirt. Torso flawless, hairless. Jeans drop. Boxer strains. He fishes out his dick. Straight as a spike, thick, veiny. Bigger than mine’s toys. Low pubes, shaved balls. ‘Your turn.’ Skirt hikes. Panties aside. Fingers circle clit. Wet sounds mix with his strokes.
Explosive Release
He pumps slow. Eyes devour me. I plunge fingers in. Pussy clenches. His balls swing heavy. Left hand tweaks nipples. Grunts build. Abs contract. ‘Gonna blow hard.’ Face twists. First rope hits his left pec. Thick, white. Two more splatter arm. Another coats abs. Drips to navel. Hand milks last drops.
I’m gone. Fingers ram. Juices squirt. Body shakes. Waves crash. Scream muffled. His spent cock twitches, eyes hungry on my flood. ‘You outdid me,’ he laughs, eyeing my thigh streams.
Printer drones outside. Cum cools sticky. Tissues wipe fast. His on abs smears. Mine soaks panties. Skirt smooths. Blouse tucks. Perfume spritz. He zips. Unlocked. Door swings. Back to desks. Smiles pro. Next meeting calls. No trace. Just racing hearts. Secret sealed.