Printer hums faintly down the hall. Open-space empty. Late evening. Coffee scent clings to air, mixed with my heavy perfume. I’m Elisabeth, 45, petite blonde exec. Ambitious. Always composed. But tonight, lust simmers. Dossiers stacked between us all week. Stolen glances over screens. Mouse clicks tense. His eyes on my slit skirt. Maxime, 23, sharp junior. Engaged to my Isabelle. Roger, my rigid boss-husband, abroad. Isabelle on biz trip. Office ours.
Door to conference room clicks shut. I locked it. Heart races. Adrenaline buzz. He enters late, tired. Suit rumpled. ‘Elisabeth, you wanted company?’ Voice low. I sit on table edge. Silk blouse, one extra button undone. Skirt fendu high. No bra. Small tits free, nipples hinting. ‘Even five minutes for your favorite colleague?’ Smirk. He sits close. Thigh brushes mine. Bare skin flashes.
The Ambience
‘You’re stunning tonight.’ Words hang. Like terrace chats. Blush creeps. ‘Roger never says.’ Breath quickens. Looks deepen. ‘That blouse… one more button, I’d see those perfect small tits.’ Bold. I gasp. ‘Maxime!’ But eyes betray hunger. Stand. Twirl slow. Skirt flies. Fente reveals thigh, ass cheek. No panties. Pussy bare, wet already. He rises. No words. Body slams mine. Lips crash. Tongue timid, then fierce. Swirls. Deep kiss. Saliva mixes. Hands roam.
Behind me now. Breath hot on neck. Kisses trail. Palms slide shoulders. Down to tits. Perfect handfuls. Knead through silk. Nipples diamond-hard. Pinch. Moan escapes. ‘Oh, Maxime.’ Hips grind back. His cock hard against ass. Fingers trace belly. Flat. Dip lower. Venus mound. Then pussy. Soaked lips part. Clit throbs. ‘Fuck, you’re dripping.’ Growl.
Tears well. Turn. Eyes lock. ‘Why cry?’ Soft. ‘Happy. Ashamed. Loved you months. Body screams for you. Nights fantasizing your cock while you fuck Isabelle next door.’ Hands pull him close. Bodies melt. Cock presses thigh. ‘Take me. Now.’
The Explosion
Table clears. Papers scatter. Skirt hikes. Legs spread. His zipper rasps. Cock springs. Thick. Veined. Pre-cum beads. ‘Suck it first?’ Dirty grin. Drop to knees. Lips wrap. Tongue swirls head. Suck deep. Gags. Saliva drips. ‘Good slut-mother-in-law.’ Thrusts hips. Face-fuck quick. Then up. Bend over table. Ass high. Pussy exposed. ‘Fuck me hard. Risk it.’
Cockhead nudges. Slams in. Fills tight cunt. Years neglected. ‘So fucking tight.’ Pounds. Desk shakes. Skin slaps. Wet squelch. Coffee mug rattles. ‘Yes! Deeper! Your daughter never this wet.’ Dirty talk fuels. Clit rubs edge. Orgasms build. First wave crashes. Pussy clamps. ‘Cumming on son-in-law cock!’ He grunts. Faster. Balls slap. ‘Gonna fill you.’ Pull hair. Spank ass. Second peak. Scream muffled. He erupts. Hot cum floods. Deep pulses.
Pulls out. Drip on thigh. Breath ragged. Wipe quick with tissue. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons. Hair fixes. Perfume sprays. ‘Meeting over?’ Wink. Door unlocks. Click. Back to open-space. Lights low. Printer whirs again. Act normal. Dossiers wait. Secret sealed. Adrenaline lingers. Tomorrow, glances resume. Professional masks on.