Conference room hums. Printer whirs in the corner, spitting out handouts. Coffee stench mixes with my jasmine perfume, thick and heady. Thirty suits and clients stare at the projector. Garden of Delights glows on screen. I’m in my element, pencil skirt hugging my ass, blouse tight over pear-shaped tits. Voice smooth, velvety. ‘…plunged into this enclosed garden of delights, two-dimensional paradise. Voluptuous nature: blooming flowers, ripe fruits, birds in flight. Basket on the right, loaf above. Literal, or symbolic…’
Cane taps echo from the hallway. Door creaks. He’s late, rushing past open-space chatter. Blind exec from upstairs, always solo with that stick. Slips behind the crowd. I spot him. Heart skips. His head tilts, inhaling me from afar. ‘…Lady in the fountain bath, center. Naked, sensual. Arm grace, skin shimmering. Eyes gaze left, outside the frame. Her look opens the garden. Waiting for her lover.’
The Building Tension
No escape for us. I’d seal us in. Sweat beads on my neck. Mouse clicks ripple from laptops. Someone coughs. His breathing deepens. I feel it. ‘…Boy left, carving branch with knife. Raw love budding, shaped by skilled hands. Girl right, bird on palm. Beak to lips, lover’s kiss. Consummated passion.’
Pussy clenches. Imagine him as bird, me feeding. Crowd oblivious, eyes on my cleavage anyway. Perverts. Printer jams, beeps sharp. My thighs slick under skirt. ‘…Château d’amour next. Faux castle, girl guards with flowers. Knights joust below. Winner scales ladder, claims the heart-body prize.’
His cock hardens, I bet. Can’t see, but sense it. Voice falters, husky. Coffee cup clinks nearby. Door to breakroom hallway slams shut somewhere. Tension coils. My nipples peak.
Presentation wraps. Voices murmur. He barrels forward, cane probing. ‘Passionate talk. You’re captivating.’ ‘Thanks. The art sparks it.’ ‘You more than the art.’ Flirt heat. ‘Need help to exit?’ ‘Cane’s fine, but your hand…’
The Explosive Release
I grab his arm. Steer him past gawkers to empty meeting room next door. Door clicks locked. Printer drone fades. Heart pounds. Push him against table. ‘Locked in our garden now.’ His hands roam blind, find my tits. Squeeze firm. I hike skirt, no panties. Wet folds greet his fingers. ‘Fuck, you’re soaked.’
Grab his zipper. Cock springs thick, veined. Stroke slow. He groans. ‘Talk to me. Like the tour.’ I straddle, sink down. Grotte humide swallows him. ‘Lady waits her lover… eyes locked on you.’ Ride hard, table creaks. Desk fan whirs. His hands grip ass, slap skin. ‘Carve me, shape this pussy.’
Faster. Breath ragged. ‘Bird kisses deep… joust won, penetrate the castle.’ Balls slap. Sweat drips. Moans escape, stifled. Clicks outside—colleagues typing. Climax builds. Crush against him, tits mash. ‘Cum in me, lover.’ He thrusts wild, floods hot. I shatter, walls pulse, biting lip bloody.
Pant. Tissues wipe cum trickle. Straighten skirt, blouse. Unlock door, click soft. Call colleague. ‘Help him to exit?’ Pat his cheek. ‘Come back for more art.’ Stride out, legs jelly. Next meeting starts. Smile pro. Coffee sip. No one knows. Adrenaline buzz lingers.