I’d been in the office breakroom, bent over the windowsill flower bed. Picking wild blooms to brighten my desk. Simple sundress hiked up from the bend. Thighs bare, ass hinted. Printer hummed outside. Coffee scent mixed with my perfume. Door half-open to the open-space buzz.
Jérôme biked in from his 50km commute. Sweaty, pumped. Fresh from pedaling hard through the morning traffic. He spots me from the parking lot path. ‘Oh, what a gorgeous bloom!’ he yells passing by. I wave, laugh. ‘Thanks, champ!’ He brakes hard. U-turns back.
The Building Tension
Up close, he’s eyeing me. Blonde, blue-eyed, short hair. ‘I mean it,’ he says. ‘Stunning flower.’ I giggle. ‘Going too fast? No time for a cool-down?’ ‘Hell yeah, something cold.’ I hop down. ‘Come in. Fresh orange juice.’ Lead him to the breakroom. Two armchairs face off across the low table.
While I squeeze juice, he scans. Neat shelves of files. Coffee machine purring like hi-fi. I set glasses down. Sit opposite. Smiling. He’s sweaty, unsure. Silence breaks. ‘You hit on women like that?’ I tease. ‘First time. You were… exceptional.’ ‘How so?’ ‘Bent over. Dress up. Thighs showing.’
I uncross legs. Recross. ‘Liked that?’ ‘Fuck yes. But too quick.’ I stand. Turn back to him. Bend over armchair. ‘Damn, where’s that report?’ Exact pose. Closer now. Two meters. He freezes. ‘Don’t move. That’s it.’ ‘Like this?’ I hike dress higher.
Legs perfect. Thighs satin. Ass peeking. No panties. Skin white, smooth. ‘Hmmm… perfect,’ he rasps. I lift more. Cunt lips tease. Blonde bush. Ass cheeks part. Tight dark slit. I brace elbows. Right knee up on seat. Wide open. Pussy and asshole bare. He stares. Unzips. Cock springs free. Hard.
The Wild Release
‘How’s my ass?’ I whisper. ‘Fucking amazing. Got me throbbing.’ I hear his hand stroke. Slow. He rises. Face to my cheeks. Lips kiss my hole. Tiny cry. Sigh. He tongues it. Wet. Deep. I spread wider. Moans echo soft. Printer clunks outside. Door locked—click still fresh in mind.
‘Tongue-fucking your ass,’ he growls. ‘Yes! Deeper!’ He pistons tongue. I buck. Then he grabs broom from corner. I suck handle like cock. Slobber. He pulls out. Behind me. Teases pussy lips. ‘Fuck yourself on it.’ I impale. Slow. Deep. Ride hard. Juices drip. Gasps mix with coffee aroma.
‘Yes, slut it up!’ he urges. ‘Gonna cum!’ ‘Not yet. Want your ass.’ ‘Anything! But jerk you first.’ He pulls broom. Cock out. I grab it. Skin back. Gland shiny. Stroke slow. Faster. Eyes locked. Balls heavy. Phone rings. Coworker line.
I answer. Keep stroking. ‘Hey Laure, neighbor desk.’ On speaker. He nods. Thrilled. ‘Doing great. Something… amazing.’ ‘Dildo?’ ‘Better. Real hot cock in my hand.’ ‘Join us?’ ‘Five minutes.’ Hang up. Suck his gland deep.