The conference room hummed after hours. Printer whirred in the corner. Door locked with a click. Coffee scent mixed with my perfume. Our team—Lucien the boss, his wife Nicole, Michel the colleague, my partner and me—gathered for vacation photo shares. Laptops clicked. Projector beamed.
I’d just turned 30. Bold, I showed my nude Atlantic waves pics. Breasts flashing through foam, silhouette teasing. Michel joked on a backlit frontal: ‘Got one closer, clearer?’ Laughter echoed. Session ended. Couples left. Just us five on the carpeted floor.
The Build-Up
I stood for a glass. Cut the projector beam. Michel: ‘Back up, right in front!’ My image projected on me. Giggles. He scrolled slides. Found mine. Me on me. My skirt prim, blouse dark, deep round neckline grazing nipples.
‘Face and cleavage perfect,’ Michel said. ‘But blouse blocks below.’ ‘Wanna see me strip?’ I teased. ‘Hell yes!’ He grinned. ‘Joking—lift the blouse.’ Sigh. I tugged it from skirt, up ten cm. Better. ‘More,’ we urged. ‘You guys never quit!’ Up under breasts. Gasps.
No vertical match—blouse halved it. ‘Photos showed almost all. Ditch the blouse?’ Michel pushed. I hardened. Nicole’s eyes sparkled. She nodded. ‘Traitor!’ I laughed, peeled it off. Black bra. Still halves. ‘Fine, for you.’ Turned back, unhooked, dropped it. Topless rear view.
‘Better?’ Irony dripped. I swayed. ‘Stop moving—focus!’ Michel. Whirled front, arms over tits. ‘Now?’ Arms up high. My call. Slides rolled. Nicole watched hungry. Lucien stunned. Vertical shots? Skirt ruined them.
‘Au point…’ Zipper jammed. Lucien, tailor skills, snipped free. ‘My honor.’ Slid skirt down, hands brushing thighs. ‘Easy!’ Panties dark. He hooked front-back, peeled slow. Ass, bush exposed. Lifted feet. Naked front, projector full.
Bush shadowed pics. Nicole: ‘Smooth pussy prettier. I shave you?’ Gentle her. ‘Never…’ ‘Five mins.’ Towel down. Lights blazed. I blushed nude. Fingers twirled my pubes. ‘Fine, soft.’ Bathroom run—razor, blades.
The Explosion
Started navel down. Inguinal sweeps. Touffe shrank. Legs spread, knees bent. Pulled lips, razored labia sides. New blade. Arch up—perineum, anus clean. Eyes shut, shame burned. ‘Look, so pretty, smooth.’ Apricot lips, swollen.
I touched. Velvet. Nicole: ‘Feel!’ Lucien palmed pubis, fingers lips. Shiver—pleasure now. Wanted more. Withdrew. ‘Michel!’ Circles from navel, down. Spread lips, fingered in-out, deeper. Thighs parted. Invited.
Lucien kneaded tits. Nicole kissed mouth. Arms round her neck. ‘Thanks.’ Complicit glance. Cock nudged thighs. Guided in. Pulsed still. Infinite. Withdrew. Smaller, frantic thrusts. Stroked first cock, foreskin play. Cum spurted thick. Heat filled me.
Men paused. Nicole slid down, tongue on smooth clit. Lapped, circled. Arched. Gasped, came hard.
Silence. Breath heavy. ‘Can’t relax?’ Smiled. Rose nude, showered. Nicole caressed ass goodbye. Dressed sans undies. Back to chairs. Seamless.
The Aftermath
Adjusted skirt. Hair smoothed. Unlocked door. Printer hummed on. Coffee lingered. ‘Meeting tomorrow?’ Casual. Eyes locked knowing. Mask on. Pro again. Heart raced. Forbidden thrill sealed.