Printer hums in the open space. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. It’s 35 degrees, AC busted. I step from the gym shower, drops trailing down my skin. Short wrap skirt over bikini bottoms clings wet. Colleagues stare from cubicles. I sway hips deliberately. Elevator dings. You wait at the coffee bar overlooking the floor. Eyes follow me up the stairs. I slide against you. ‘Teasing all these guys?’ ‘Who, me?’ Your kiss burns. Hand squeezes my ass through fabric. Clear message.
Cafeteria terrace shaded. No tables free. Door swings. A couple waves us over. Fabien and Marine, Canadians celebrating 10 years. Same age, French-speaking. I sit by Fabien, muscles rippling under shirt. Ex-gymnast, now Latin dance coach. His eyes devour my damp thighs under table. Marine’s green dress plunges deep, tits begging. Chat flows: kids, jobs, weather. Turns intimate. Their honeymoon fuck in a lifeboat. Our photo shoots. Heat builds. We bail, my bikini bottom tugged tight.
Tension Builds Between Dossiers
Storage room door locks. Click echoes. Panties drop. You kneel. Tongue laps my swollen lips, juices flowing. ‘So wet from lunch?’ Cock slams in. Leg on chair. I cry out. Door rattles. Neighbors hear. Fuck ’em.
Nap on couch. You snap pics. My nipples poke lace bra. Pussy winks bare. ‘Pose like this at sunset on deck?’ ‘Crazy. Everyone sees my cunt.’ Eyes close.
You leave. I wake smirking. You recount Marine: lotion on deck, straps off, tits swelling under hands. Her wet spot. Hand on your bulge. Kiss. Push away. Jealous spark fades. Malice grins. ‘Hot wife, hot hubby.’ Red button dress to mid-thigh. White thong bra set. No panty after. Stroll halls. Past arcade. Rec room sign: pool table.
Room empty. Jazz hums. Wood panels retro. ‘Pimp it: you pocket, I unbutton. I pocket, rebutton. Black early? Panties off.’ I break. Bend legs straight. Skirt rides. Miss. You sink two. Buttons pop to crotch. Fabric clings. Lucky ricochet. White vanishes. My turn. Lean. Cleavage spills. Skirt gaps to navel. Cock strains your shorts. I drag it. Balls crack. Sink three. Black teeters… drops. Heart races. Hands dive. Thong peels. Wet. Toss on table. Defiance.
Explosive Release on the Felt
Buttons dance open-close. You circle. Arms wrap. Hands part thighs. Cock nudges. ‘Caribbean sun’s brutal.’ Door beeps. Two guys enter. Freeze. I pose ass out, panty centerpiece. Tall one grabs. ‘Your handkerchief, ma’am?’ Snatch it. We flee laughing. Their grins envy.
Tropical Nights cafe buzzes. 6pm rush. Fabien, Marine hail. Skirts hike sitting. Barista stumbles, thighs distract. Cocktails flow. Fabien thanks your lotion save. Fingers her tits thinking yours. Laugh. Surprise fuck in storage. Marine probes our day. Pool tale. Fabien offers: he’ll play you. I counter: Marine buttons too. Eyes lock. Game on.
Rec room deserted. Door locks. Click. You and Marine couch-sink. Fabien hands cue. Triangle set. ‘You sink, close mine. I sink, open yours. Black? You all owe gage.’ I break. Bend. Skirt splits mid-thigh. Scatter. Miss. Fabien eyes ass thrust. Sinks 15 easy. Approaches. Fingers hook low button. Thumb pops. Brushes bush. Dips pussy lips. Wet glide. I gasp. Smile. Eyes to Marine.
She rises. Sashays bar stool. Buttons yield. Dress gaps. Mounts. Skirt hikes. Thighs part. Hands slide inner. Fingers circle white thong. Tease clit. Moan.