Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Open space buzzes. Clicks of mice. Phones ring. I’m 34, blonde, green eyes, slim. Guys stare. But Yves? Colleague for years. Smart, funny, charming. Not hot. Stocky, strong. Pantouflard vibe. Never saw him that way. Until tonight. Late shift. Dossiers pile up. Our eyes lock across desks. Tension builds. He doesn’t chase. Just talks. Deep. Intimate. About tastes. Scents. Women’s bodies. Skeptical. But intrigued.
Door to conference room clicks shut. Locked. Heart races. Risk of surprise. That’s my thrill. Ambitious exec by day. Lust slut hidden. We chat. Pre drinks vibe. Coffee breath. His words heat me. Passion for oral. No rush to fuck. Just devour. I test. ‘Prove it.’ Shock in his eyes. Kiss first. Slow. Sensual. Tongue dances. Hands explore soft. No rush to grope tits or pussy. Half hour. Still dressed. Body awake. Pulsing.
The Build-Up: Tension in the Open Space
He lifts my skirt. Carries me to table. Lips trail neck. Shoulders. Belly. Thighs. Panties soaked. I lift hips. He peels them off. ‘Wow.’ Blonde bush matches hair. Sniffs deep. No shower since morning. ‘You smell so good, Caro.’ Smile. ‘Taste then.’ Tongue dives. Licks folds. Sucks juices. Finds spots. No hurry. Circles clit. Tongue fucks hole. Even rims ass. Paradise. Printer whirs outside. Door rattles? Adrenaline spikes. I cum hard. Waves crash. Squirting. He moans. ‘Mmmm.’ Cleans every drop.
Too sensitive. Beg stop. He climbs up. Licks belly. Nips tits. Body shivers. Orgasms linger. ‘Kiss me. Taste yourself.’ Tongues mix. Salty sweet. His clothes on. Turns me over table. Massage. Tongue on cheeks. I arch. Ass up. Tongue probes rosebud. Clit grinds chin. Nose in pussy. Flip. Clit again. Nose dips vagina. Explode. Scream muffled. Gush floods. He laps. Growls delight. Spent. Collapse. Smell coffee lingers. Perfume muskier now.
The Explosion: Raw Oral on the Conference Table
Morning light filters blinds. He wakes. Boxer tented. Shower quick. Coffee brews. Chat. No strings. Perfect. He kneels. Legs spread. Tongue attacks again. Sensitive. But cums fast. Straddle face. Facesit slow. Weight careful. He lifts ass. Devours. Curious cock. Pull boxer. Thick. Long. Wrong assumption. 69. His tongue owns. Orgasms roll. Blow him. Endures. Patient. Finally spurts. Thick. ‘Taste you?’ Kiss. Mix flavors. Bisexual hint. Future threesomes?
Réajust skirt. Wipe table subtle. Perfume spray. Hair fix. Unlock door. Printer spits pages. Colleagues nod. Meeting next. Smile pro. Pussy throbs. Secret thrill. Hierarchy hides lust. Adrenaline high. Worth risk. Ladies in Montreal? Yves email via me. Oral king.