The conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums outside, relentless. Mouse clicks echo from the open space. Coffee aroma mixes with my Hugo for Women perfume, thick, teasing. Marie, my boss, eyes me over two fat dossiers. Twenty years older, sharp suit, green eyes devouring. I’m the 22-year-old intern, ambitious, craving the thrill. Fred saw me spritz the perfume earlier. ‘For her?’ he grinned, knowing. I blushed, rushed to the TP meeting.
Her gaze lingers during presentations. Legs cross under table. My skirt rides up. Thigh brush accidental? Heart races. Stress of deadlines turns electric. Hierarchy screams boss-employee. But last night’s dream lingers—her tongue on my skin. Shower this morning, fingers circling my clit, moaning her name. Blonde waves tousled, lace peach panties hidden under beige dress. Now, alone post-meeting. ‘Need to discuss your report,’ she whispers. Door locked. Adrenaline spikes.
The Building Tension
She steps close. Fingers trace my arm. ‘You smell divine.’ Breath hot. Coffee on her tongue. My nipples harden against silk bra. Open space buzzes oblivious. She pushes me against table. Dossiers scatter. Hands yank skirt up. Lace panties exposed. ‘Wet already, slut?’ Dirty whisper. I nod, panting. Her mouth crashes mine. Tongues battle. Perfume and coffee swirl.
Blouse rips open. Buttons ping. Bra unclasped. Tits free, nipples erect, begging. She sucks hard. Bites. I gasp. ‘Quiet, or they’ll hear.’ Printer whirs louder. Her hand dives into panties. Fingers part slick folds. ‘So fucking soaked for boss pussy.’ Two digits plunge. Thrust fast. Desk creaks. My hips buck. Clit throbs under thumb.
The Explosive Release and the Mask
She drops to knees. Panties ripped aside. Hot breath on bush. Tongue laps labia. Sucks inner lips. Finds hood. Circles clit. ‘Come for me, intern whore.’ I grip table edge. Legs shake. Waves build. Squirms. Printer drone masks moans. She spears tongue deep. Fingers join, scissoring. G-spot hooked. Tension snaps. Orgasm crashes. Pussy clenches. Juices flood her mouth. Body quakes. Gasp ragged.
She rises. Fingers slick, offers them. I suck clean. Taste myself. She strips pants. No panties. Shaved slit glistens. ‘Your turn.’ But time ticks. Quick rub her clit. She shudders, cums fast on my hand. We pant. Adrenaline peaks. Risk of knock.
Adjust. Skirt smoothed. Blouse buttoned crooked—fuck it. Hair fluffed. Lipstick smeared, wiped. Perfume stronger now, mixed sweat. Unlock door. Click. Casual stride out. Open space stares? No. Back to meeting. Marie follows, composed. ‘Great discussion,’ she says loud. Dossiers clutched. Fred winks. Heart pounds. Legs jelly. Cum drips thigh. Serious face on. Lust hidden. Rush divine. Hierarchy intact. For now.