Captain’s office. Gendarmerie station. Friday, 6:40 PM. Kids gone with ex. Svetlana arrives post-jog. Her cabriolet purrs outside. We’re planning brigade event. Door clicks. Locked. Printer hums low. Sheets eject. Mouse clicks echo sharp. Coffee stench mixes with her musky perfume. Sweat from run lingers. Hearts pound.
Open-space glances earlier. Her eyes pierced me during briefing. Tight sports bra hugs curves. Short shorts ride high. My uniform skirt hikes accidental. Brassiere strains under blouse. Tension simmers. Now alone. Dossiers stack between us. ‘Pass the file,’ she says. Fingers brush. Electric. Air thick. Perfume invades. Coffee bitter undertone. Click. Door’s bolt secure. No interruptions.
Rising Office Tension
She leans. Cleavage spills. ‘Hot in here, Captain?’ Voice husky. I nod. Unbutton blouse. One. Two. Brassiere peeks. Her gaze devours. ‘Fuck, Elise, you’re sexy.’ Mouse clatters. Printer whirs ignored. I stand. Skirt up. No panties. Post-jog choice. Her hand grazes thigh. Goosebumps. ‘Been wanting this.’ Breath hot. Odor of arousal cuts coffee.
Lips crash. Tongues battle. Hands rip. Her bra snaps off. Tits free. Firm, pear-shaped. Nipples hard peaks. Mine too. Skirt shreds up. Her shorts yank down. Pussy bare, lips glistening. Desk clears. Papers fly. Printer spits final sheet. Door rattles? No. Locked tight.
She bends me over desk. Cold wood bites skin. Fingers plunge. Wet squelch. ‘So fucking wet, Captain.’ I gasp. ‘Shut up and fuck me.’ Tongue dives. Laps clit. Sucks hard. Legs shake. Coffee mug tips. Spill hisses. Perfume drowns it. Her fingers curl. G-spot hit. ‘Cum for me, boss bitch.’ I shatter. Juices flood.
Explosive Release and Cool Mask
My turn. Spin her. Ass up. Perfect globes. Spread cheeks. Tongue rims hole. She moans. ‘Yes, eat my ass.’ Pussy drips. Fingers fuck deep. Three. Stretch. Clit thumbed. Desk creaks. Mouse skids. Printer beeps empty. Her tits mash wood. ‘Harder, gendarme slut.’ I slap ass. Red prints. She bucks.
Can’t wait. Stand. Strap? No. Fumble drawer. Vibe snatched. Buzz on. Ram in. Her scream muffled. Desk pounds rhythm. Skin slaps. ‘Fuck my cunt, Elise!’ Perfume sweat cocktail. Coffee evaporates. Door strains. Footsteps outside? Adrenaline spikes. Faster. Deeper. She clenches. Orgasms rip. Mine builds. Explode together. Quivers. Soaked desk.
Panting. Pull out. Vibe slick. Toss aside. She grins. ‘Best event plan ever.’ Wipe thighs. Quick. Serviette from drawer. Uniform straightens. Buttons done. Skirt smooth. Hair pinned. Her shorts up. Bra tucked. Tits adjust. Perfume sprays. Coffee mopped. Papers stacked. Printer silent. Mouse reset.
Unlock door. Click soft. She exits first. Smile casual. ‘See you Wednesday jog.’ I nod. Cool. ‘Perfect.’ Step out. Open-space buzzes. Colleagues glance. None wiser. Meeting next. Chair creaks under me. Pussy throbs secret. Dossiers open. Voice steady. ‘Next agenda.’ Mask perfect. Lust hidden. Hierarchy intact. But inside? Fire burns for more.