Printer hums outside the breakroom door. Coffee aroma mixes with my perfume. Isa eyes my feet under the table. ‘Why green? Winter, really?’ Her voice sharp. ‘Prairie green. Makes me happy painting my toes. Like fresh grass. No one sees, but Denis will. Might make him suck them.’ Isa rolls her eyes. ‘Too much info. What do you see in him anyway?’ ‘His voice electrifies me. In his arms, I lose it. He’s the one.’ Knock echoes. Door clicks unlocked. Heart races. Days without Denis. Exams? No, deadlines. His gym sessions, my team meetings. Crave him since park fuck. Sunday afternoon, he shows at Isa’s breakroom spot. Not alone. Philippe beside him. New Year’s flirt. Company party. Isa, Aurélie, me. Lycée buddy of Isa. Flirt contest. I won with cleavage. No follow-up. Awkward. What does Denis think? Slut playing fields? Isa saves: ‘Hey Philippe, you know each other?’ ‘Climbed stairs together. Kissing you before Montpellier transfer, Isa. Hi Sabine.’ Colors return. Denis calm, confident. ‘My boyfriend, Denis. Friend Philippe.’ Denis steps close. Kisses me hard. Knees weak. Collapse into chair. Pizza arrives. We four watch The Big Blue on laptop. Screen glows. Laughter fills room.
After, must charm Denis more. Rugby fan? Skip games. Massage post-gym. Tuesday. His office after hours. Tight skirt, low-cut blouse. Ivory lace bra. Highest heels. Hair up with grandma’s ivory sticks. Bag: cinnamon-orange candle, musk oil. Door opens. He lifts me. Pins to wall. Mouth crushes mine. Legs wrap waist. Bag drops. Arms around neck. His hips thrust up. Feel cock harden through clothes. ‘Want you so bad. Take me to desk. Fuck all night.’ Over shoulder to desk. ‘Not a habit!’ Laughs. Drops me gentle. Lies back, arms behind head. Silent power. Square jaw, blue eyes. Smirk. Light candle. Kill lights. Kravitz CD low. Shed blouse, heels. Straddle in skirt, bra. Oil vial ready. He gets it. Strips him: shirt, shoes, pants, tight boxers. ‘On stomach.’ Muscles gleam. Shoulders, back, ass, thighs. Warm oil palms. Thumbs on neck. He shudders. Light strokes, then deep. Fingers in hair. He’d purr. Desire builds. Smell musk-coffee lingering. Unhook bra. Drops near face. Grabs hair. ‘Gonna lick every inch. Drive you crazy.’ Tongue ear, neck. Down spine to ass. Nails rake back, thighs. Nipples brush cheeks. Lick ass. Hand between legs. Grip cock. Hard as rock. Stroke firm. Tongue balls. He lifts ass higher. Want to rim deep, but hold back. Roll him. Suck deep. Eyes lock. Pre-cum beads. Taste salty. Tongue tip plays. Swallow whole. Love his huge dick pulsing. ‘Sabine, so good. Suck me dry. Drink my cum.’ Excites me. Lips tight. Hand balls. Hips buck. Explodes. Swallow every spurt. Bitter. Lick clean.
The Building Tension
Straddle. Tongue kiss. He sucks tits. Hard nipples. So wet. Fingers skirt off. String only. Finger pussy. Deep. Two. Moan. Finger clit. ‘Fuck me hard.’ He knows. Cock ready. Pushes in. Gland stretches. Pain-pleasure. Owning me. Push off. Rip string. Doggy on desk. Ass up. Slams deep. Hands hips. Pound. Finger clit. Orgasm hits. Scream. Pussy clenches. He cums inside. Collapse. Sweaty, spent. Printer whirs distant. Door locked firm. Adjust skirt. Blouse. Hair. Wipe desk. ‘Meeting now.’ Smile. Walk out calm. Mask on.