Printer hums low in the corner. Mouse clicks snap like waves. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume, thick, heady. Hot summer afternoon cramps the open-space. Like Le Porge beach yesterday. Crowded. Sweaty.
Odile slinks by, skinny wildcat, scratched alive. Her brother Jacques, my neighbor, elbow-deep in booze. We banter. Sun too fierce, she gripes. They split for the parking lot. Bises. Waves. Gone.
The Simmering Tension
I linger. Eyes on asses swaying past desks. Mine draws stares. Tight black skirt hugs it like that swimsuit. Bronzed from August rays. Grace in every step. Animal. No games.
Dossiers stack between us. Him and me. Tension coils. Glances slice the space. He watched me yesterday in the surf. Hidden behind shades. Now here. Neighbor’s pal. Knows my scent.
Phone buzzes. Aubin. Nanny’s voice. Kid’s whiny, tyrannical. Too much sun, fatigue. I coo, divert him. Devoted. But my mind drifts. His eyes burn. I imagine him dragging me home. Crashing traffic. Chris Rea murmurs on radio.
I rise. Files in hand. Stride to conference room. He tails. Door shuts. Click. Locked. Heart hammers. Adrenaline spikes. Hierarchy crumbles. Serious pro cracks. Lust floods.
His hands grab my ass first. Squeeze. ‘Fucking perfect, like the beach.’ I gasp. Skirt hikes. Panties rip. Bent over desk. Printer drones on. His fingers trace curves. Smooth. Dive in.
The Savage Release
Shoulders. Tits. Hips. Then crotch. Tease my clit. Hard already. Intense. Claws now. Scratches sting. Spasms hit. I moan. Low. ‘Finger my wet cunt.’ He does. Deep. Then ass. Tight ring yields. I scream. Open wide. No shame.
Taste myself on his fingers. Salty slut. Eyes glaze. Guilty thrill. Tongue out. Lick his shaft. Thick. Veined. Balls tight. Gulp the head. Silky. Suck hard. Deep throat. Gagging joy.
He yanks me up. Waist gripped. On top. Straddle. Cock spears my soaked pussy. Slow sink. Long groan. Clench him. Wet silk glove. Arms round neck. Kiss fierce. Hips roll. Slow grinds.
Clit throbs. Pussy floods. He thrusts up. Brutal. Deep. I howl. No more moans. Pure release. Body shakes. Orgasms rip. He unloads. Hot cum jets. Floods me. Rales echo. Pressed tight. Melted.
Collapse on his mouth. Waves fade. Printer whirs. Door rattle outside? No. Adjust skirt. Wipe gloss. Hair smooth. Files straight. Unlock. Step out.
Boss strides in. Blond hunk. Surf pecs bulge under shirt. Neoprene-tight tee. Kisses my cheek. Aubin barrels past – intern kid, demanding. I smile. Cool. Pro mask on. Back to meeting. Nothing happened. Pulse races still. Essence found. In the risk.