Printer hums like cicadas outside the breakroom. Door clicks locked. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Heatwave fries the office plants. Wilted leaves. Burnt carpet. 3 PM clock beeps. Vent blasts hot sirocco air. I recline on the lounger, sunglasses only. Ninety kilos of pink flesh spilling. Curves crack the vinyl. I love this heat. Others flee to AC cubicles. Sweat beads my neck. Drips between heavy tits. I crave eyes on them. Alone now. Bored. Planes roar overhead. Imagine them as aluminum cocks plunging my spread thighs.
Fingers drift to thick brown bush. Find hidden clit. Circle slow with fingertip. No pressure. Tease. Pinch nipples hard. Thumb-index grip. Pain-delight edge. Sigh escapes. Muscles melt. Legs wide to window light. Expose scarlet salty slit. Thumb-index spread two inches. Inner dark gets rays. Swollen labia flare like wet orchid petals. Juicy flesh glistens. Fingers loop swollen clit. Dream sun fucks deep. Burning core. Strong office studs flash mind.
Sweltering Tension Builds
Kink hits. Open-air wanks. Nights too. Moon as sapphic sis. Lazy slut. Full moon best. Ovulation glow. Body curves lit clear. Hours of slow strokes. Bliss build. Orgasms erupt volcanic. Pussy splits like sun-ripe fig. Juice floods. Lick fingers clean. Salty sweet. Index dives in. New waves. Bite lips bloody. Silence screams.
Sparrow perches chairback. Gazes my shameless spread. Chirps glee. ‘Hey bird, perv! Like watching me finger-fuck?’ It talks. ‘Plumage ain’t panties. You’re hot for human. I’d court ya cocky.’ ‘Coquin. Nelly watches too. Pale English intern, 22. Freckles. Married my bro Pierre-Yves. We share the old house. Pure eyes. White neck. Perky mandarin tits. Crave her arms. Girl tumble.’ ‘Cute. Didn’t know you swing.’ ‘Everyone. Call me dyke, cat food.’ It flees, returns. ‘Libertine ok? Song for ya. Fuck hymn.’ Wind whispers. Chirps lull. I doze.
‘Your punch, ma’am.’ Deep growl jolts me. Iced rum-sweet blast. Fruit tint. Gulp it. Tray down. Spot server. Black-white uniform crisp. Commercial smile. How in locked private breakroom? ‘Seven euros.’ ‘Nothing on me. Pay in kind? Suck, ass, pussy.’ ‘Yes ma’am.’ Cock juts from zipper. Proud curve up. Long thin shaft. Violet bulb-head throbs. Leaks pre-cum on red toes. Plum-balls hang symmetric.
Explosive Release
‘Gorgeous.’ Poplars sway past window. Sun-alcohol spins. Stroke slow. Tip to frenulum. Wet slit. Back base. He shivers. ‘Watched ya binoculars. From open-space shade. Love your fat ass. Claim it today.’ I kneel lounger. Spread cheeks wide. Offer explicit. Anal virgin-tight. He thrusts hard. Multiple tries. Head pops. Stretches pain. Gutteral moan. Then glides. Turns. His face sweat-smeared unrecognizable. Sparrow gawks hungry.
‘Uniform chokes ya. Strip. Safe here. Neighbor Jacqueline poolside blasé.’ ‘No. Service rules.’ Too late. Arms wax-melt. Head drips. Uniform liquifies. Torso puddles. Legs gone. Shoes last. Cock endures. Rigid in ass. ‘Pity. Was heating up.’ Grip it dildo-style. Shake deep. Other hand clit-rubs. Squeeze balls. It spurts hot. I growl bliss. Bird cheers.
Plants lean voyeur. Sun nears. Heat spikes. Breakroom fuses. Printer grass-blends. Walls melt. Sky-tuiles smear. Sparrow, me intact. Miracle. ‘You ended world. Sun too close.’ ‘Hallucination. Schizophrenia. Skipped pills. Shrink’ll scold.’ ‘Yup.’ ‘But birds talk back.’
Door bangs. Pierre-Yves, Nelly find me passed. Paramedics IV me. Sirens wail. Next day hospital. Nelly alone. Nurses glance away. Consoles flesh-way. Tender licks. Hottest summer ever. Back to desk Monday. Skirt smooth. Files open. Smile pro. Mask perfect.