Late evening conference room. Nearly empty, like my secret train spot. Printer hums low. Door clicks locked. Coffee aroma blends with my spicy perfume. Clack-clack of Julien’s mouse. He’s 28, handsome, painfully shy. Lives with parents. Sits diagonal across table, buried in reports. But his eyes dart over the pages. To me.
Dark green wool suit hugs my curves. White blouse crisp. Auburn hair cascades. Full cheeks, jovial smile hidden. Over 30, elegant. Not model hot, but fuckable. I catch his stare. Heart pounds. Professional mask on. Inside, fire ignites.
The Building Tension
Cross legs. Dark stockings whisper. Skirt parts. Thigh flashes under knee. Innocent? Bullshit. I know he sees. He freezes. Report drops a fraction. Bold now. Stares insolent. Temples throb. Mine too.
Printer spits sheets. Whirr. His hand shifts. Under belt? No. He leans back. Basin forward. Bulge swells. Pants tent massive. Erection pinned straight up. Vicious circle. Harder. Pre-cum leaks, I bet.
Look up. Eyes lock. Brief. Then longer. He blushes crimson. But holds. I uncross, recross. Left over right. Thigh gone. But now his cock owns my gaze. Breathing ragged. Mouse clicks erratic.
Door sealed. No interruptions. Coffee steam curls. Perfume thickens air. He waits miracle. I tease. Legs shift again. Thigh peek. His zipper? Buzz. Slow. Eyes on me. I pretend read. Hear it. Heart races. He looks away quick. Shame? No. Pure lust.
Basin advanced. Bulge obscene. I want scream: ‘Look at my wet pussy!’ But play cool. Excitement boils. Cunt throbs. Soaked.
Stand slow. Heels click. Approach. ‘Julien.’ Voice husky. ‘You hard for me?’
The Explosive Release
Grab bulge. Rock hard. ‘Fuck yes.’ Pull zipper down. Cock springs. Thick, veined. Pre-cum glistens.
Bend over table. Skirt hikes. Panties aside. ‘Fuck me. Now.’
He stumbles up. Pants drop. Gripped hips. Slams in. Raw. Deep. Desk shakes. Papers fly. Grunts escape. ‘Shit, so tight.’ Pound hard. Fast. Printer rattles. Coffee spills. Sweat mixes perfume.
Clench pussy. Milk him. ‘Harder, shy boy. Fill me.’ Balls slap. Wet smacks echo. Tension snaps. He groans. Buries deep. Cums hot jets. Floods me. I shudder. Orgasm rips. Legs quake.
Pull off. Cum drips thigh. Quick wipe. Tissues from box. Adjust panties. Smooth skirt. Blouse tucked. Hair fluffed. Cool smile. ‘Good talk, Julien. See you tomorrow.’
Unlock door. Click. Stride out. Open-space lights dim. Next meeting waits. Act normal. Shake hands. Discuss quarterlys. Cum leaks slow. Secret thrill pulses. Adrenaline high. Professional queen outside. Slut within.