The buzz of my phone pulled me out of the quarterly report. Her name lit up the screen: “Lunch plans?”
I typed back quickly. “Depends. You bringing dessert?”
Three dots danced, then her reply appeared. “My place. 12:30. Door will be unlocked. Don’t knock.”
My pulse kicked up a notch. Jenna had been sending increasingly bold messages for weeks, ever since that conference in Chicago where we’d crossed every professional line. She lived in the apartment directly across the courtyard from my own building, close enough that I could see her kitchen light from my living room window. Married to a guy who traveled constantly for his tech job, she had grown bold in her boredom.
Her next text arrived before I could respond. “I keep thinking about what you said last night. About wanting to taste every inch of me. I want that too. All of it. My husband won’t be back until Friday.”
I stared at the words, heat rising in my chest. The previous evening’s exchange had started innocently enough with complaints about long workdays, then spiraled into filthy territory. I’d confessed how I fantasized about burying my face between her cheeks. She’d admitted she wanted me to take her completely, no limits.
“You sure about this?” I replied.
“Positive. I’ve been wet since I woke up thinking about your tongue on me. Bring that hunger you described.”
I adjusted myself under my desk. The office felt suddenly too warm, too public. I told my assistant I had an off-site client meeting and slipped out at noon.
Her building was a sleek high-rise in downtown Austin, all glass and steel. I used the code she’d sent me earlier and took the elevator to the eighth floor. The hallway was quiet, midday sun streaming through the windows at the end. My heart hammered as I turned the knob to apartment 812. It opened silently.
The place smelled like her vanilla perfume and fresh coffee. Sunlight poured through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the courtyard separating our buildings. From here I could see straight into my own living room. The thought sent a thrill through me.
Jenna appeared from the bedroom hallway wearing nothing but an oversized white button-down that barely covered her thighs. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. At thirty-four, she had the toned body of someone who ran every morning before her husband left for the airport.
“You’re early,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Good. I couldn’t wait either.”
She crossed the room and pressed against me, her fingers immediately working at my belt. I cupped her face and kissed her hard, tasting the mint from her gum. Her hands freed me from my pants, wrapping around my already rigid cock with practiced strokes.
“I meant what I said in those texts,” she whispered against my mouth. “I want you to claim every part of me today. Especially the part I’ve been saving for someone who knows how to appreciate it.”
My hands slid down her back, lifting the shirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Her ass was firm and smooth, the kind I’d stared at during too many video calls. I squeezed, pulling her closer so my erection pressed against her stomach.
She led me to the bedroom, where the blinds were drawn just enough to keep us private but still let in slivers of daylight. A king-sized bed dominated the room, neatly made with crisp white sheets that contrasted against the deep blue walls. Photos of her and her husband stood on the dresser. I didn’t look at them long.
Jenna pushed me onto the bed and straddled my lap, grinding slowly while unbuttoning her shirt. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already tight. I took one in my mouth, sucking gently as she moaned and rocked against me.
“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” she breathed. “My husband called last night from Seattle. I was touching myself while he talked about his flight delay, imagining it was your fingers instead.”
Her confession made me throb. I flipped her onto her back and kissed down her body, taking my time across her flat stomach until I reached the smooth skin between her thighs. She was already glistening. I licked her slowly, savoring the way she arched and gripped the sheets.
When she was trembling on the edge, I turned her over. She got on all fours without being asked, arching her back to present herself fully. The view was breathtaking. Her pussy lips were swollen and slick, but my eyes kept drifting higher to the tight pink ring above.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, running my thumb over it gently.
She pushed back against my hand. “Yes. I’ve been practicing. Getting myself ready for you. I want to feel you there, stretching me, owning me.”
I took my time, using my tongue first. She shuddered and pushed back harder, soft gasps filling the room. Her reactions told me everything. This wasn’t new territory for her, but offering it to me clearly excited her beyond measure. I added a finger, then two, working her open while she stroked her own clit.
“Now,” she finally begged. “I need you inside me. Please.”
I positioned myself behind her, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. She was incredibly tight at first, but she breathed through it, relaxing as I eased forward inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, hot and velvet-smooth pressure gripping me.
“Fuck, that feels incredible,” I groaned.
Jenna reached back, spreading herself wider. “Deeper. I can take it all.”
We found a rhythm, slow at first then building. I watched myself disappear inside her again and again, mesmerized. She came first, her whole body shaking as she cried out my name. The contractions around me pushed me over the edge seconds later. I pulled out at the last moment, painting her lower back with thick ropes of cum.
We collapsed together, breathing hard. She turned her head to look at me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“My window faces yours, you know,” she said softly. “Tonight when my husband calls, I’ll leave the lights on in here. Maybe you’ll see me touching myself again, thinking about how sore I’m going to be tomorrow.”
I traced a finger down her spine. “I’ll be watching.”
She laughed quietly, the sound rich with promise. “Good. Because this was just the beginning of what I have planned for us.”
The clock on her nightstand showed we still had twenty minutes before she needed to return to the office. I pulled her close again, already hardening at the thought of what else we could fit into that time.