Friday late afternoon. Office empty. Everyone clocked out at four. I’m buried in files, sweat beading under my blouse. Heat clings like a lover. Doorway shadows shift. Anna peeks in. Her black dress hugs those full tits, short blonde bob framing blue eyes. ‘Need help, Val?’ Her voice soft, teasing. I nod, throat dry. She steps close in the narrow hallway outside my cubicle. Our arms brush. Electricity sparks. Her perfume—sweet, musky—fills the stale air. Eyes lock. Mine drop to her cleavage. She smiles, wicked. Crosses the threshold. Sits on desk edge. Leans in. ‘You look tense.’ Fingers graze my neck. I freeze. Heart hammers. Building quiet, but janitor’s cart rattles distant floors. Risk hums.
Her hands knead shoulders. Firm, warm. Blouse clings damp. Neck rolls back. Goosebumps rise. She whispers, ‘Relax, ma Val.’ Breath hot on ear. Fingers slide down, into collar. Brush bra lace. Nipples harden instant. I gasp—soft, choked. Chair creaks under me. Parquet groans faintly. Hallway light slices under door. Shadows flicker? Someone passing? No. Just us. Her lips ghost neck. I tilt head, expose more. No words. Body betrays. Legs part slight. String soaks.
The Contact
She spins chair. Faces her. Skirt hikes. Eyes devour. ‘Beautiful.’ Mouth claims mine. First woman kiss. Framboise lipstick, soft tongue probes. I yield. Moan muffled into her. Hands roam. Unbutton blouse. Bra cups shoved. Fingers pinch nipples—sharp, sweet pain. I whimper. Hips buck. Her free hand yanks skirt up. String aside. Pussy bare, slick, swollen. Air hits it cool. She growls low. Two fingers plunge deep. Wet squelch echoes soft. I buck hard. Chair squeals. ‘Shhh,’ she hisses. Lips seal mine again.
The Indiscretion
Fingers curl inside. Hit spot. Gush floods her palm. Bassin grinds. Clit throbs untouched. Need it. Her thumb finds, circles rough. Brutal rhythm. Pussy clenches greedy. Noises wet, obscene. Slurp-slurp. My moans rise—stifled, desperate. ‘Quiet, neighbors hear.’ Office building walls thin. Cleaners below? Security round? Thrill spikes fear. Tits bounce free. She sucks nipple—teeth graze. Fire. Parquet cracks under foot shift. Door light steady, but pulse races. Orgasm builds. Coiled tight. ‘Cum for me,’ she breathes ragged. Wrist blurs. Fingers fuck hard. I shatter. Walls clamp. Scream dies in throat—guttural rasp. Juices squirt. Drench hand, desk. Body shakes. Cramp bites calf. Collapse back. Fingers stay, milking aftershocks.
She pulls out slow. Sucks clean. ‘Je t’aime.’ Whisper faint. Kiss forehead. Help dress. Blouse sticks sweat-slick. Skirt smoothed. Legs jelly. Stand shaky. Hallway empty. Creep out together. Stairs echo steps. Heart thuds loud. Janitor mop-slosh below—close call. Dodge shadows. Nod casual. Elevator ding—too risky. Slip past. Night air hits street. Homebound, thighs sticky. Secret burns hot. Didier sleeps oblivious. Shower hides scent. Replay loops. Fingers ghost pussy. Crave more. Neighborhood sleeps. We didn’t.