Conference room door clicks locked. Printer whirs faintly down the hall. Coffee aroma clashes with her musky perfume. My tall brunette friend lounges across the table. 1.80m of leggy perfection. Black dress hugs her curves. Deep cleavage. No bra. Nipples poke through. We’d prepped all week. Her swinger club tale from her visit. I dared her for a local thrill. She challenged back. Office after hours? Our private club.
Open space empty. Files scattered like props. Mouse clicks echo as we fake work. Glances lock. Tension crackles. She recounts the club. Three strippers on stage. Tongues in pussies. Blonde bombshell 69ing. My pussy throbs. Legs cross tight. Thighs clench.
The Tension Builds
Laptop flips open. We pull up vids matching her story. Busty blonde rides cock. Slow grind. Pussy lips spread wide. Condom gleams blue. We watch. Breath quickens. Her hand brushes my knee under table. Fingers trail up thigh. Skirt hikes. No panties. Wet heat greets her.
Eyes meet. She nods to screen. Petite brunette deepthroats nearby in vid. Balls cupped. Ass fingered. My clit swells. Hand slips into her dress. Breast heavy. Nipple hard pebble. She moans soft. Door rattles distant. Someone leaves building? Adrenaline spikes.
Her eyes glaze like club stare-down. Fingers circle my nipple through blouse. I pinch hers. Muscles twitch. Pussy aches. Coffee mug clinks. Perfume thickens air. ‘Like it?’ I whisper. ‘Fuck yes,’ she breathes. Hands roam free now. Hips shift.
She stands. Grabs my wrist. ‘Upstairs rooms empty. But here first.’ Small meeting nook. Glass walls. Voyeurs possible. We stumble in. Door shuts. Click.
Lips crash. Tongues duel hungry. Dress yanks down. Tits spill out. Perfect. Firm. I suck nipple. Bite light. She gasps. Hands rip my blouse. Skirt up. Fingers plunge pussy. Soaked. Two digits curl G-spot. Thumb grinds clit. ‘Wet slut,’ she growls.
The Explosion
I drop. Kneel. Her pussy shaved smooth. Lips puffy. Taste salty sweet. Tongue laps folds. Clit swells. Suck hard. Fingers fuck deep. She bucks. Grabs head. ‘Eat me. Deeper.’ Juices flood mouth. Hips grind face.
She pulls up. Pushes me on table. Legs spread wide. No time for toys. Tongue dives in. My turn. Licks broad. Circles clit. Fingers probe ass. Wet from pussy. She moans loud. Muffled by my thigh. Distant printer beeps. Heart pounds.
Scissor. Pussies grind slick. Clits mash. Wet slaps echo. Tits bounce. Hands claw backs. Sweat mixes perfume. Coffee lingers. ‘Fuck me harder,’ I beg. Rhythm builds. Explosive.
Orgasms hit synced. Waves crash. Pussy spasms. Squirts mix. Shudders rack us. Gasp for air.
Table creaks. Clothes adjust hasty. Blouse buttons. Dress smooths. Lipstick smears fixed. Mirror check. ‘Meeting over?’ she teases. Door unlocks. Click. Back to open space. Files shuffle. Mouse clicks resume. Smiles professional. Nothing happened. Pulse races still. We’ll return. Even just to watch.