Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee gurgles, its bitter scent mixing with my floral perfume. Mouse clicks echo across the open-space. Desks packed, eyes darting. I stride in heels to the breakroom table, Last Night at Twisted River in hand. Bruno slumps there, face dark. Wife ditched his Paris dinner plans. Rage simmers.
“Share the bench?” I grin. Blonde hair loose, skirt hugging hips. He’s grumpy but nods. Books spark chat. His Dome just done. Mine paused Irving. Coincidence hits. I pull out Dome tome two. Laughs bubble.
The Building Tension
“Bruno.” Names exchanged. I pry. Revebebe? His site confession spills. Bored at desk, penned hot tales as Dosto. First flop, notes meh. Second soared, 16 average. Heroine? Karine. Me! We howl. Printer spits paper. Door swings, colleague grabs joe.
Curiosity burns. I read them. First rough. Second? Sensual fire. Hubby reaped it. Saturday night, his game on TV. I devour stories, pussy wetting. Crawl to bed. Hand on mouth. “Shh, shut up and take it.”
Grip his cock. Hardens fast. Suck deep, tongue from balls to tip. Finger my slick slit. Straddle face. He laps clit, kneads ass, tits. Moans muffled. Back to blow, then mount. “I command.” Ride wild, hips grind, clench. We scream orgasm.
Bruno’s cheeks flush. “Hot tale.” Eyes drop. His slacks tent. Big bulge. “Sorry.” I smirk. “Flattered. Revebebe effect.” Giggles mix with tension. Promise pulled: next break, his wife fuck story. Or invent. Deal.
Next day, same table. Skirt flares, top tight. Eyes lock longer. Irving drags, Dome rushed end. His bathroom tale: wife bends over tub. Ass bare. He gropes cheeks, tits under nightie. Fingers pussy. She sucks cock fierce. Wall slam, leg up. Pounds hard. Tits licked. Cum together.
The Explosive Release
My nipples peak. Thighs squeeze. His hard-on strains. Back-of-hand stroke. “Revebebe style.” Kiss hungry. Tongues clash. Too public. Eyes scan open-space. “Quiet spot.”
Door clicks. Conference room. Locked. Sign: “Meeting.” Dim lights. Smell of stale coffee, toner, my arousal. Heart pounds. “What next, Bruno?”
Mouth crushes mine. Hand under skirt. Top up, bra off. Suck tits, nipples hard. String yanked. Pussy bare, vanilla musk. Fingers plunge. Tongue on clit. I buck, stifle cry. Cum shakes me.
He leans tree-like against wall. Pants drop. Cock throbs. Kneel. Suck slow, tease balls. View of blonde gulping him. Groans. She climbs. Slow sink, full. Fucks frantic. Nails dig neck. Hips gripped. Bassins slap. Cum roars.
Panting. Repus. Clothes snap on. Skirt smooth. Lipstick fix. Perfume dab. Desk wipe hasty. Door unlocks. Click. Back to open-space. Mouse clacks resume. Meeting call. Smile pro. Glance shared. No Revebebe post. Secret sealed.