Parking lot. Friday dusk. Windows down. Lilac breeze fights exhaust fumes. I park my Twingo. Skirt hikes up thighs. Laptop bag heavy. Dead machine inside. My internship report. Six months work. No backup. Panic brews.
Joel spots me struggling. Tall. Rugby build. ‘Need a hand?’ Carries it across to IT counter. Door clicks locked behind us. Open-space hums empty. Dan grins wide. ‘What’s up, gorgeous?’ Flirt heavy. I explain: thunder crash, won’t boot. Monday deadline.
The Mounting Tension
‘Tuesday,’ Dan says. Printer whirs distant. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes my perfume. I beg. He shrugs. Joel eyes me. ‘Lost files. Hours to fix.’ I sob. Grab bag. Run to car. Slump over wheel.
Knock. Joel. ‘Come tomorrow. Old PC loaner. My workshop.’ Scribbles address. Phone. I nod. Drive off. Heart races. Professional mask cracks.
Morning. Call. He’s groggy. Ring bell. Robe loose. Naked underneath. Muscles peek. ‘Coffee?’ Pot gurgles. Aroma blends my floral perfume. Chat. Curves strain dress. He lends relic PC. ‘Works for Word.’ I leave.
Eleven. Call back. ‘Part needed.’ Return. Workshop chaos. Tables piled. Guts open. Wires snake floor. Fans buzz. Door locks. Click. Tutoiement slips. ‘Stay. Watch copy.’ Progress bar crawls. Printer spits paper.
He showers. Door ajar. Dryer roars over whirs. Peek. Back rippled. Ass firm. Turns. Cock swings semi-hard. Smiles. I freeze. Perfume thickens air. ‘Screen issue.’ Lies.
Lifts chin. Lips crash. Tongue probes. I melt. Arms neck. Grind. Hard bar presses skirt. Legs wrap waist. Cock throbs. To bed. Skirt up. Panties aside. Fills me. Stretches. Slow pumps. Walls pulse. Cum screams. He pulls. Jets on fabric.
The Wild Explosion
Dress down. Wipe. ‘Secret.’ Leave. Buzz lingers.
Home office share. Sophie on loaner. Porn plays. Black stud ass-fucks blonde. Hand in thighs. ‘His stash.’ Laugh. Bill: 145 euros. Or nature.
He arrives. Flowers. Chocolates. Tense stares. Apéritif clinks. Reveal my pay. Sophie strips slow. Legs long caramel. String teases. Dress drops. Nude glory. I join. Curves soft.
Bedroom. Kiss tentative. Turns hungry. Hands roam. Tits knead. Pussies lap. Sixty-nine. Juices flow. Joel watches. Joins. Cock in me doggy. Sophie licks clit. Balls. Switch. Her tight grip. Suck duo. Edge. Hold.
Sophie mounts. Rides wild. I straddle face. He cracks. Sprays tits. Collapse. Laugh. ‘Debt cleared?’
Masks on. Back to desks Monday. Reports shine. Secret fuels ambition. Risk? Pure thrill.