Printer hums in the open-space. Clicks of mice echo. Coffee aroma clashes with Nelly’s sweet perfume. I’m Patricia, 35, account director at this buzzing Paris ad agency. Married to Gilles, two kids. Brother François drops off his wife Nelly, 36, voluptuous from three pregnancies. She’s here to ‘chat projects’ while he meets clients.
Her phone buzzes in the breakroom. We grab coffees. She steps away, giggles. ‘I kiss you too, miss you.’ Not François. My heart races. She’s flustered, brushing my arm as we stir sugar. Her blouse unbuttons extra. Cleavage spills, full tits straining lace.
The Building Tension
Back at desks. She swaps seats at lunch table, faces me. Eyes lock. Smirks. I flush. Laughter hides the heat. Legs stretch under table. My foot grazes her calf. She smiles wider. Assent. I slide up her smooth skin. Thigh tenses. Printer spits paper. Colleagues chatter.
Evening restroom. Door clicks locked. ‘Patricia, that call? Not a man. My neighbor Nicole. She’s 23, seduced me two years ago.’ Breath hot. Hands on my shoulders in the mirror. Body presses. Her heavy tits mash my back. Hands glide down, cup my breasts. Nipples harden.
Straps slip. Nightie? No, blouse falls. Naked. She strips too. Hot skin glues us. Lips on neck. I turn. Tits crush. Pubes grind. Kiss deepens. Tongues dance. But I pull back. ‘Stop.’ She whispers, ‘Always wanted you.’ Leaves with a lip-graze.
Night restless. Pussy wet dreaming her taste. Next day, she’s back. Gaiety returns. Lunch break. Colleagues out. Conference room door locks. Click echoes. Her transparent top shows dark nipples, bushy mound.
Arms wrap. Lips meet. Slow, wet. Tongues swirl. Hands roam tits. Mine softer, hers fuller. Fingers dip low. Her clit swells, slick. Mine drips. ‘Taste yourself,’ she moans, fingers to my mouth. Musky, tangy pussy juice.
Suck her nipple. She fingers slow circles. Cunt throbs. ‘Your bush is wild. My esthetician Sonia will wax it smooth.’ Laugh. Kiss.
The Explosive Release
Husband calls from door. ‘Girls?’ Quick fix clothes. ‘Naked! Wait!’
Alone later. Fingers plunge my soaked slit. Orgasm thinking her tongue. Gilles fucks me that night. I cum screaming, visions of Nelly’s pussy.
Afternoon alone. Her turn to watch ‘kids’—err, juniors nap. My office. Tee and shorts. She lounges sheer robe. Collapse beside. Kisses trail tits, belly. Legs spread. Tongue laps lips. Clit sucked. Juices flow.
‘Your turn?’ Yes. She straddles face. Brown lips part. Tongue dives. Salty-sweet nectar. Suck folds. She grinds.
‘One at a time.’ Switch. Her mouth devours. Thighs quake. Cum hard.
Door knocks. Adjust skirts. Back to open-space. Smiles professional. Mouse clicks resume. Coffee sips hide swollen lips. Mask on. But pussy aches for more. Bisexual fire lit. Nelly’s visits? Pure office thrill.