Boss’s office. Door clicks locked. Late Friday. Open space empty. Printer hums faintly down the hall. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. He smiles. No dress code, I said. Simple black dress, stockings, ponytail. I bring Valpolicella. Lips glossed. Quick kiss. Brief. Tense.
Morning jog in the park nearby. I show up early. Workout tights hug my cameltoe. His eyes drop. Apricot mound. He knows I catch him. Troubled gaze. We run. Stretch. Building doorman winks. ‘Careful,’ he warns. ‘He’ll think we’re fucking.’ I laugh. Tests negative, I say. Clean since dumping my ex. Latex only after. Game on.
The Building Tension
Evening. Music starts. Mozart’s Mass in C minor. Strings swell. Choir Kyrie. Hands on shoulders. Zipper down. Dress slides. Dim Up stockings. Sexy as hell. Bra off. Thong down thighs. Wet trace in crotch. Peaches and cream skin.
‘Bend over. Spread legs.’ Desk edge. Graceful. I lean. His breath hot. White thighs glow under fluorescents. Pussy pink slit. Blonde fuzz trimmed short. Anus round, smooth. Finger grazes. Gasp. Saliva wet. Thumb in. Elastic tight. No protest. In-out. Pussy lips swell. Juicy.
‘Masturbate.’ Three fingers. Circles on clit. Middle digs. Close-up view for him. Stop. Cushion from chair. Floor. Belly down. Ass up. Cocked high. Gloria sings. Lube slick thumb. Deeper twist. Cock lubed. Gland pushes anus. Breathe. ‘Touch yourself.’ Inch by inch. Pain moan. Slow. Balls slap pussy. Filled. Possessed.
Thrusts build. Feels unreal. No kisses yet. Raw. Herky-jerky. Pleasure rises. ‘I’m close.’ Fingers fly. Cum floods ass. Deep. Spasms grip. I buck. Orgasm rips. Shrink soft. Mozart ends perfect.
Quick cleanup. Microwave lasagnas. Desk table. Flowers. Candles flicker. Lamp low. Cushion wet. Pussy scent lingers. Coffee brews. Pavarotti naps Neapolitan. Italy talk. Tuscany dreams. Wine flows. Natural. Like forever.
The Explosive Release and Afterglow
Coffee. Low table. Bare feet. No stockings. ‘Game over.’ Mystic anal on Mozart. No pain. Past guys hurt. Frustration kills. Want kisses. Your stare on my crotch. Wet panties mornings. Lap straddle. Dress hikes. Lips meet. Tender. Tongues dance. Saliva sweet. Hands thighs. Firm. Shirt buttons. Chest caress. Neck nuzzle.
Breasts squeezed. Nipples hard. No bra. Under dress. No thong. Bare wet slit. Clit swollen. Fingers slide. ‘Abricot pussy. Furry blonde. Dreamed eating it.’ Dress off. Naked lap. Skin silk. ‘Where?’ Couch. Carry. Legs wrap. Waist hold. Meeting room dim. Lay back. Kneel thighs.
Pussy open. Marine musk. Lips bush. Lap lips. Spread. Tongue cave. Sweet nectar. Clit suck. Bonbon. Cock grabs. Purple head. Pre-cum lick. ‘Mouth last week. Ass tonight. Now pussy.’ Legs up. Thrust deep. Slow grind. Harmony. Kisses endless. Nipples suck. ‘Yes, yes.’ Litany.
Surprise cum. Vagina milks. ‘Fuck me now.’ Doggy desk. Tongue ass first. Sloppy laps. Claps echo. Thumb suck. Ass finger. Balls fondle. Cowgirl next. Finger ass again. Humps grind. ‘Yes!’ Double peak. Collapse bliss.
Cuddle. Jaws lock. ‘Jizzed me twice. Stay arms. Tomorrow jog. Croissants. More fuck.’ Hearts race. Risk high. Doorman suspects. Adjust dress. Lipstick fix. Unlock door. Open space ghosts. Monday meetings wait. Secret grins.