Printer hums in the open space. Endless clicks from keyboards. Coffee scent mixes with her perfume—sharp, floral, intoxicating. I’m Charline, mid-level manager, always buttoned-up, ambitious as hell. Today, new colleague Lucie joins my team. Petite, fiery, short auburn hair. We lock eyes over spreadsheets. Hers linger on my blouse gap. I feel it. Heat rises.
Meeting drags. Dossiers pile up. Her foot brushes mine under the table. Accidental? Bullshit. I shift, thighs clench. She smirks. Coffee break hits. Breakroom empty. She pours, leans close. ‘Love your style,’ she whispers. Perfume hits harder. My pulse races. Back to desks, glances sharpen. Printer spits pages. Door to conference room clicks open. ‘Need to review these alone?’ I say. Voice steady. Inside lie. She nods. Door shuts. Lock snaps. Echoes loud.
The Mounting Tension
Tension snaps like a taut wire. Blinds half-down. Light filters. Her eyes devour me. ‘Saw something earlier,’ she murmurs. Blouse rides up as I bend for files. My tattoo peeks—fierce feline above pubis. Her breath catches. She lifts her shirt. Matching secret: dragon, fiery, scaled perfection. Same artist. Ben’s mark. Fingers tremble. I touch hers. Smooth, warm. She traces mine. Shiver shoots straight to core.
No words. Blouses fly off. Bras snap free. Skirts hike. Panties yanked. Desk clears with a sweep—papers scatter. Her mouth on my neck. Coffee breath, perfume overload. I shove her back. She perches on edge, legs spread. Pussy glistens. Bald except that dragon guarding it. Mine’s wet too, feline alive on skin. Fingers dive in. Hers plunge my slit. ‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ she growls. Two digits curl inside me. I grind. Thumb on clit. Desk creaks.
Explosive Release
Printer outside whirs. Someone types. Risk fuels fire. I drop, tongue her folds. Salty, spiced. Dragon stares as I suck clit. She bucks. ‘Yes, eat my pussy.’ Fingers fist my hair. Her ass grinds face. I finger her tight hole. She moans low. ‘Deeper, bitch.’ Swap. She bends me over desk. Ass up. Tongue rims my anus. Fingers fuck cunt. ‘Your cat loves this.’ Orgasms build fast. Brutal. I come first—legs quake, juices drip. She follows, screaming muffled into my thigh.
Gasping. Sweat mixes with coffee haze. Quick wipes with tissues. Panties up. Bras hook. Blouses button—mine gaps teasingly. Hair smoothed. She grins. ‘Our secret.’ Unlock door. Click. Step out. Smiles professional. Back to open space. ‘Great review,’ I say loud. Eyes meet hers. Printer hums on. Clicks resume. Meeting next. I sit, thighs slick. Adrenaline buzz. Boss drones. I nod. Inside, pussy throbs. Ready for more files. More risks.