Office air thick like soup. Heatwave shattering records. AC dead. Sweat pours down my ebony skin. I’m Nivea, ambitious intern, blouse clinging, skirt riding up. Coffee brews sharp, mixing with my perfume and Joe’s musk. Open-space deserted. Distant printer hums. Mouse clicks echo from empty desks.
Joe’s eyes lock mine over dossiers. Hierarchy crumbles in heat. His hand brushes my thigh under table. Heart races. Risk of boss walking in? Pure thrill. Nadia texts: ‘McDo later?’ I smirk. She’s the tease, coworker with curves, past secrets.
The Sweltering Tension
Breakroom door clicks shut. Locked. Fan whirs uselessly. I strip to white panties. Sweat gleams. Joe in boxers, cock hard. He sucks my tits slow. Tongue circles nipples. ‘Fuck, you taste salty,’ he growls. I moan soft. Phone vibrates. Nadia calling.
‘Hey girl,’ I answer, breathy. Joe’s fingers slide into my wet pussy. Two now, stretching. He grins evil. I bite lip. ‘Nothing special,’ I lie. His thumb circles my clit. Nadia laughs. ‘Joe there? Sounds fun.’ Past slips out. Her eating me once, bathroom party. Jealous spark in Joe’s eyes. Excites him more.
He yanks panties aside. Tongue laps through fabric first. Tease. ‘Beg,’ he whispers. ‘Please, lick my pussy.’ Fingers in ass now. I gasp into phone. ‘He’s fingering your slutty holes?’ Nadia teases. Call ends. We laugh, fuck hard later. Exhausted, sweaty tangle.
The Explosive Release
Cafeteria cool-ish. Like McDo. Nadia waits, tight skirt, wet hair. Lips linger on my cheek kiss. Joe’s jealous glare. We eat ice cream. She winks. ‘Miss my tongue on her?’ Tables turn flirty. My hand on his thigh. Hers too. Tension coils.
Conference room. Training vid plays. Dark. Seats high back, hidden. Projector hums. Door locked? Nah, riskier open. Nadia squirms. My hand under her skirt. Fingers find wet slit. No panties. Joe’s eyes widen. He joins. Fingers plunge her pussy. Mine on her tits. She bites lip. Moans muffled by film explosions.
‘Need more,’ Nadia pants. Bathroom run. Stall door slams. Locked click. She shoves Joe down. Sits on face. I watch cock throb. Her ass grinds. Tongue devours her clit. She bucks. ‘Suck it like your girl,’ she cries. Cyprine drips. I finger myself watching. Heat, sweat, perfume overload.
Nadia cums hard. Legs shake. My turn? Nah, back to vid. Clothes adjust. Blouse smooth. Skirt straight. We slip out. Meeting resumes tomorrow like nothing. Coffee sip. Mouse click. Door unlocks. Adrenaline buzz lingers. Pro face on, lust hidden. Hierarchy intact. My climb? Fueled by this fire.