Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume—sweet vanilla, teasing. Open space buzzes: keyboards clack, phones ring. Patrick and I huddle over dossiers. His eyes flick to my chest. No bra today. Nipples poke through thin blouse. Spring air warms the office.
He leans closer. ‘Nice dress, Carine.’ Voice low. I smile, bend forward. Cleavage spills. His gaze drops. Heart races. Door clicks shut behind us—conference room, locked for ‘focus.’ Mouse clicks echo as we scroll files. Tension thickens. Thighs clench. No panties under skirt. Hubby’s orders. Adrenaline surges.
The Building Tension
‘Hot in here,’ I say. Slip off cardigan. Seins sway free. He stares. Barbe de trois jours scratches desk as he shifts. Fingers brush my arm. Electric. Coffee breath on my neck. ‘You look… different today.’ Grin wolfish. I cross legs, skirt rides up. His hand on knee? No. Yet.
Dossiers forgotten. Eyes lock. Printer spits paper—loud, intrusive. I stand, stretch. Blouse strains. Nipples hard. He rises, tall, built. Hand on my waist. ‘Fuck, Carine.’ Whisper rough. Door locked. Safe? Risky. Bureau empty now—lunch break.
His mouth crashes mine. Tongue invades. Hands rip blouse open. Tits bounce free. He groans, palms them rough. Pinches nipples. I gasp. Skirt hikes. No fabric barrier. Fingers dive between legs. ‘Wet already? Slutty no panties?’ Dirty talk hits hard. Pussy throbs.
Bend me over table. Papers scatter. Chair scrapes floor. Zipper down. Cock springs—thick, veined. Slaps my ass. ‘Wanted this since day one.’ Thrusts in raw. No condom. Deep, brutal. Desk bangs wall. I bite lip—moan muffled. Printer whirs on. Someone outside?
The Explosive Release and Cool Mask
Pounds fast. Balls slap clit. ‘Tight pussy, Carine. Hubby know?’ Grunts. I push back. ‘Shut up. Fuck me harder.’ Orgasme builds. Nipples drag wood. Coffee mug tips—spills dark puddle. His hand fists hair. Pulls. I come—shuddering, gushing. He swells. ‘Gonna fill you.’ Hot cum floods. Pulses deep.
Pants heavy. He pulls out. Drip on thigh. Quick wipe with tissue. Printer stops—silence deafening. I straighten skirt. No cum stains? Lucky. Button blouse. Nipples still poke. He zips up. Grins. ‘Back to work?’
Door unlocks. Click. Step out. Open space stares? No. Casual nod to colleague. ‘Meeting done.’ Sit at desk. Legs jelly. Cum leaks slow. Thighs slick. Smile professional. Emails clack. Heart pounds. Hubby waits home. Tell him? Tease more.
Afternoon drags. Patrick winks across space. Perfume lingers—mixed with sex musk. Coffee brews fresh. Routine masks chaos. Ambitious me? Thrives on edge. Next? His office? Riskier.