Printer hums low in the open-space. Mouse clicks sharp, rhythmic. Coffee stench clings to air, now laced with jasmine perfume. Juliette glides in. Slim Asian stunner, early twenties. Summer dress hugs her lithe frame. Black eyes sparkle innocent. My heart slams. Her. After a year gone.
Flashback crashes: sex shop gig. Jade the hooker outside. Killer blowjobs. Then shock – unfinished trans. Ass-fucked her anyway. Bliss twisted guilt. She vanished. Note said surgery for real pussy.
The Ambiance
Colleagues spot it. Christian smirks. ‘Rachel, that hottie for you?’ Etienne chuckles. ‘Move or I steal her.’ I blush hard. Stares lock across desks. Tension coils. Dossiers pile ignored. Stress flips electric lust. Risk pulses. Thin cubicle walls. Anyone could peek.
I grab files. ‘Juliette, conference room. Quick private chat.’ She winks. We rise. Eyes devour. Perfume trails. Door swings shut. Lock clicks loud. Heart thuds. Voices murmur outside. Printer drones on.
She beams. Pulls papers. Surgery report: total success. Female ID gleams. HIV negative, days old. ‘Mine too, babe. Month back. No one’s hit this since the chop. Bareback me.’ Lips smash. Tongues wrestle wild. Hands claw. Squeeze tits, ass. Dress slips slow. Graceful. Naked beneath. Slim harmony. Tits small, perfect mounds. Legs part. Discreet bush tops tight slit. Lips sealed thin. Virgin teen vibe.
‘Kneel, Rachel. Taste your girl.’ Drop down. Nuzzle. Musky sweet. Tongue traces. Parts lips gentle. Dive in. Lick slow. She whimpers. Fingers probe. One slides tight tunnel. Curl up. Clit sucks. Pace ramps. Moans swell. Guttural. Cries peak. Body bucks. Orgasm rips. Hot piss jets my face, mouth. I gulp eager. Power rush. Her ultimate female bliss.
The Explosion
‘O god, Ra…’ Hush her. Mouth crushes. Tongues frenzy. Hold tight. Tremors fade. Eyes lock hungry. Table clear. Papers fly. Lay her back. Kiss every inch. Soft skin salty. Drawer yanks. My secret: thick strap-on. Lube slick. Strap tight. Present it. ‘Ready for real fuck?’
‘Yes! Pound me.’ Eyes burn. Ease in. Virgin grip milks. Gentle pump. Caress tits. Nip suck. Mouth devours. Hands rake my back. Grip ass. Set rhythm. Faster. Tender fierce. Bodies slap. Sweat gleams. Cries fill room. ‘Harder! Deeper, bitch!’
Frenzy hits. Table rocks. Imprint hips. Slam full length. Dual screams. ‘More! Faster, stronger!’ No love. Pure fuck. Instincts rage. She howls first. Pussy spasms. Joy as woman. I grind clit. Waves crash. Fake cum floods mind.
Pant heavy. Wipe quick. Piss trails dry. Dress hikes. Skirt smooths. Hair tucks. Perfume freshens. Unlock. ‘Great input, Juliette.’ Saunter out. Open-space normal. Sit desk. Meeting kicks. Colleagues clueless. Printer whirs. Coffee sours. Adrenaline thrums. Secret locked tight. She slips away later. Week teases? Note waits home: gone again. Relief stings sweet.