Company cafeteria buzzes. Printer spits paper nearby. Coffee stench mixes with my sharp perfume. I scan the room, spot Jean-Pierre. Fifteen years since high school. My first fuck, the one who popped my cherry. Heart races. I approach. ‘Jean-Pierre? You here?’ He grins. ‘Your employee, boss. Shipping department.’ I sit. Colleagues stare, whispers rise. Fork clinks plates. We eat. I spill: studies, husband, three kids, headhunter gig. He confesses loneliness, dead-end flings. Between dessert bites, I lean in. ‘I think of our teen fucks sometimes. Gimme your number. Need to unwind before home. You’re the one who knows how.’ Days drag. Phone buzzes. ‘Back from Berlin. Pick me at airport, 4 PM. Secretary has car keys.’ Click.
Airport lot hums. I grab wheel. Wrong turn? Don’t care. Hotel parking. Tires crunch gravel. Grab briefcase. ‘Come!’ Receptionist nods, hands key. No words. Elevator dings. Hall carpet muffles steps. Door locks with a click. I lunge, body slams his. Lips crush. ‘Fuck me! Exhausted, pissed. Can’t face hubby-kids chat like this. Need release. You were ace then, prove it now.’ Rip clothes. Crash on bed, thighs splay. Pussy drips. ‘Calls first. Eat me while I talk shop.’ His tongue dives in. Old familiar taste floods back. Phone rings. ‘Oui, les chiffres…’ Voice steady. He laps clit, slurps juices. Thighs clamp head. Orgasm rips silent. Cum flows, he gulps. No pause. ‘Projet avancé…’ Another quake. Juices soak sheets. Three times. Hang up. ‘Still champ. Solutions clicked perfect. Now fuck me hard!’
The Ambience
He rams in. Pussy grips cock. Thrusts pound. Desk lamp rattles. Grunts echo. Sweat drips. I claw back. ‘Deeper! Yes!’ Climax hits. He unloads. Collapse. Shower steams. Soap suds slide. I confess. ‘Job kills me. Libido explodes. Need this or home snaps. Hubby knows I’m sweeter post-fuck. Accepts it, fears randos. Told him airplane pickups here. Now you’re my first love, handy. He’ll chill. Discreet at work, yeah?’ He jokes. ‘Sex friend on payroll?’ Laugh. Kiss. Dress sharp. Back to car. Drop at flat. Return wheels. Mission done.
Next hotel exit. ‘Lend you to pal Eliane? Same stresses, raves your skills. Trial run?’ ‘Titular if pass?’ ‘Yep. Uni roommate, fingered each other desperate times. Hot memories. She’s stunning.’ ‘Honored gift.’ ‘Same hotel. Ease your shifts.’ Twice weekly me. Maybe four her. Filled up. Ladies, need service? Call.