Printer hums in the open-space. Coffee scent clashes with my sharp perfume. I’m Amandine, blonde in glasses, ambitious ad exec. Mini-skirt rides high on the breakroom terrace chair. Legs part just enough. Tuesday lunch. Thibault’s on leave but swings by for grenadine. Average guy, nothing extreme. Sips slow. His eyes lock on my thighs. I feel the air shift. Magazine flips. He stares. Hand slips to pocket. Rubs himself discreetly. Trique massive under pants. I pretend not to notice. But my pussy tingles. Risk excites me. Colleague mistake ploy? He stands. Imper over arm hides bulge. Approaches casual. “Salut Patou!” Eyes round. “Error, sir. No Patou here.” Banter sparks. “Thought you were Agnes’ sister.” Reddening. “Pickup line fail.” I smirk. “Amusing dragueur. Sit. Buy me coffee?” He does. Chat flows. Witty. Electric. Open-space buzzes. Mouse clicks rapid. Phones ring distant. We move to canteen. Brief kiss. Tongues graze. Hope surges. Back to desks. Looks across files. Tension coils. My nipples harden under blouse. His gaze burns. Door to conference room looms. “Review dossier? Private.” He nods. Heart pounds.
Door clicks locked. Printer fades. Coffee lingers. Perfume thickens. I hike skirt. No panties now? Wait. Earlier, slipped them off in stall. Place on table. “Smell.” He inhales deep. Pockets it. Nods to bulge. “See?” I kneel. Cheek on hardness. Zip down. Cock springs. Thick. Veined. I unlace shoes. Socks off. “No socks or out.” He yields. Naked feet. I crouch. Rub wet pussy on toes. Slick heat coats him. Moans low. Hand strokes slow. His toe dips in. Gushes flow. “Too good. Gonna cum.” “Gush for me. Watch me ride your toe.” Carpet thick. Fire absent but heat builds. I grind. Clit throbs. He jerks. Jets arc high. Splatter skin. I cry out. Buck wild. Collapse panting. Cum mixes. Quick wipe. But urge peaks. Stand. Bend over table. “Fuck me now.” He rams in. Bush thick, dark against blonde hair. Balls slap. Desk rattles. Grunts echo. “Tight slut office pussy.” “Harder, risk it.” Door could burst. Voices outside. Thrusts frantic. Fills me raw. Pulls out. Sprays ass. Intense. Short. Perfect.
The Building Tension
Skirt smooths down. Blouse tucks. His tie straightens. Zip up. Wipe desk hasty. Unlock click. Perfume masks sex musk. Coffee wafts fresh. Stride out. Open-space normal. Mouse clicks resume. Printer whirs. “Meeting now.” Sit poised. Glance shares secret. Pro mask flawless. Lust simmers hidden. Adrenaline buzz lasts hours. Hierarchy bends to desire. No one suspects. Pure thrill.