Printer hums outside. Distant mouse clicks. Open-space glances all morning. Him, the weird data-entry guy. Bearded ten days. Skinny wreck. Lives like a hermit in his crap apartment. Office pariah. I eye his haggard face across desks. My boss skirt hugs my wide hips. Small tits strain blouse. Ambitious climber. But heat builds. AC dead. Stress turns lust. Coffee stench mixes my musky perfume. I crave risk. Door to breakroom. Click. Locked. Safe. Sink runs cold. He’s there. Mid-sink. Naked. Splashing like a river savage. Emaciated body. Cock dangling. I strip fast. Skirt drops. Panties off. Thick bush free. Armpit tufts too. Plouf. I dive hands in water. Emerge. Wet hair slicks back. Siren face. He spins. Panics. Hands cover dick. I giggle. Playful. Not mean. His pride hurts. Conass, he thinks. I turn slow. Climb stool. Big white ass moons him. Full cheeks. Fantasy fuel. He hardens. Visible. I glance back. Laugh again. Friendly. Teasing. ‘This heat, sink’s pure bliss,’ I say. Voice shrill. Country twang slips. Village girl in city suits. He knows. Seen me watch him sneak cools. ‘Come dry off. Towel here. Won’t bite.’ He wades closer. Awkward. Deflates shy. Up close, I’m huge. Thighs thunder. Bush wild. No shame. Venus raw. Basket bag. Flask out. ‘Drink. Good stuff. Home brew.’ First swig burns. I chug deep. Moonshine secret. He coughs. Then gulps. Inhibitions crash. His cock springs. Eyes my ass. Jacqueline, they call me. Chat fades. Hand on his thigh. Near balls. Close now. Naked press. Heat rises.
He drops first. Face in thighs. Tongue dives bush. Shocked me. I wanted straight fuck. Country quickie. But he excels. Parts lips. Flicks clit. Deep thrusts. Fingers join. Pumps my soppy hole. ‘Fuck, eat that hairy cunt,’ I moan. Never came like this. Tongue wizard. Energy pours. I buck. Squirt floods. Piss tang. Body shakes wild. Waves crash. No disgust. Fuels him. Seconds later. Me doggy on table. Papers scatter. Coffee rings. He rams from back. Fills my fat ass. Pounds hard. I cream again. Multiples. He slows. Deep pistons. ‘Love fucking your big slut ass. Take it, bitch.’ Grunts match. ‘Hummm.’ Rales echo. Builds slow. Minutes tease. Then sprint. Together. I roar beast. He howls. Cum jets deep. Vagina milks. Floods womb. Primitive bliss.
The Building Tension
Sink again. Splash play. Giggles like kids. Deep kiss. Lovers true. Another swig. I dress. Skirt smooth. Blouse button. No questions. He doesn’t beg more. Door click. Unlock. Perfume freshens coffee stink. Back to conference room. Dossiers stack. Meeting drones. Cool pro face. Adrenaline buzz. No one knows. But tomorrow? She returns. Days more. Married bad. Old grouch hubby. I need fun. Lately quiet. Winter blues. Summer? More tales.