The conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums faintly down the hall. Coffee scent mixes with her perfume—sweet, heady. Laurence stands there, tall, slim, mid-length hair framing that face I craved twenty years ago. Tight jeans hug her hips, black top dips just enough. My heart races.
“Hey you,” she whispers, air-kissing my cheek. Skin warm. Lips brush. I fight the urge to grab her. We chat—work files, old memories. But eyes lock longer. Her laugh echoes soft. She fetches coffee. Jeans stretch over ass. She knows I watch.
The Tension Builds in the Open Space
“Stop staring,” she teases, sitting close. Thighs touch.
“Like what?” I lean in.
“Like I’m still that girl.” Cheeks flush.
“You are.” Silence thickens. I stand. Arms wrap her. Body heat sears. Heart pounds against mine. Breath on neck. Hands stay on back—but cock strains in pants. Hers too? No, she’s wet already.
“Missed this,” she murmurs.
I tighten hold. Then she pulls back. Eyes hungry. Hand slips between us. Into her jeans. Wrist rubs my belly. Rhythm starts. Slow. Breath quickens. I hold her gaze. Lips tremble. Hips rock subtle. My dick throbs against her.
“Look at me.” She obeys. Eyes wide. Fingers speed. Body quakes in my arms. Groan rips out. Knees buckle. I steady her. Orgasm hits—shudders, gasps. She slumps.
Hand withdraws. Fingers slick. “Taste?” Presses to my lips. Salty-sweet nectar. I suck them clean. Tongue swirls. She watches, panting. Control snaps. Hand on neck. Deep kiss. Tongues tangle. Her flavor lingers. Moans into mouth. Bodies grind.
“Not here.” I break away. Drag her to table. Door rattles—someone passes? Adrenaline spikes.
Plaque her against wall. Kiss harder. Hands roam ass. “You fantasized this.” Blindfold from pocket—her confession. Ties on. Eyes gone. Shiver.
The Explosive Release on the Conference Table
Undress slow. Buttons pop. Bra off. Nipples hard. Suck them. Gasps. Panties down. Pussy shaved, glistening. “Kneel on table.” She does. Ass up. I strip silent. Cock bobs.
Tease lips with tip. She strains. “Not yet.” Rub clit. “Want me inside?”
“Fuck yes—fill me.” Thrust deep. Cry echoes. Hold still. Tight, hot grip. Pull out. Slam back. Again. Hips slap.
Flip her. Legs wide. Eat pussy. Tongue laps folds. Fingers plunge. Wet squelch. Hands grip head. “Don’t stop—fuck!” She cums hard. Body arches.
Doggy now. Fingers in ass. Thumb probes. Spit-lubes. “First time?” Nod. Tongue rims. She bucks. Three fingers pussy. Rimjob frenzy. Screams muffled.
Cock back in pussy. Pound. Thumb in ass. Double stuffed. “Mine tonight.” Orgasms chain—two, three. Shakes.
Anal now. Head presses ring. “Breathe.” Inch in. Tight heaven. Ramp up. Ass cheeks ripple. Balls slap clit. “Harder!” Roars. She cums again—brutal.
Pull out. She’s wrecked. Table slick with juices. Coffee smell gone—pure sex musk. Mouse clicks distant—coworkers oblivious.
Untie blindfold. Wipe sweat. “God, you’ll kill me.” Kiss soft.
She strokes cock. Hard still. But time up. Fix blouse. Zipper up. Smirks. “Meeting now?”
Straighten tie. Hair smooth. Door unlocks. Click. Back to open space. Files in hand. Glance back—her wink. Legs shaky. Printer whirs. Coffee brews. Act normal. Inside? Burning for more.