Heart pounding, I step out of the toilet. No panties. Pussy dripping from that frantic finger-fuck thinking of him. Cool air kisses my bare lips under the short white dress. Footsteps echo in the empty hallway. Robert rounds the corner, eyes rake down my legs. He smirks, knows something’s off. I flush hot, thighs slick, rush past. Back in the office, door clicks shut. Antoine at his desk, typing away. Those black eyes flick up. I sit, legs part slightly. His pen clatters to the floor. Rolls under my desk. He ducks down, head between my knees. I uncross slow. Flash him everything. Wet folds glisten. He stares, frozen. Stylo in hand, he rises, bulge tenting pants. No words. Just hunger. Lunch ends. I load the cart with old files. ‘Help in the archives,’ I whisper. Basement stairs creak under us. Door locks with a soft snick. Dim bulb hums. Dust motes dance. Shelves tower like prison bars. Light seeps under the door—footsteps above? We freeze.
Escabeau scrapes metal floor. He climbs. I hand files, hands brush thighs. Mine slides up. Grips his balls through pants. He gasps, muffled. I squeeze cock, hard now. Fourth file—belt unbuckles. Pants drop. Boxer strains. I yank it down. Thick vein-y dick springs free, inches from my face. Salty pre-cum bead. I suck deep. Lips stretch. Tongue swirls purple head. He groans low, hips buck. ‘Shh,’ I hiss. Echoes bounce off walls. Slobber coats shaft. Gags quiet. He climbs down, wobbly. Kiss crashes wet. Tongues wrestle. My dress zips. Falls. Naked curves glow pale. His hands maul tits, pinch nipples hard. Fingers dive pussy—squish, soaked. I jerk him rough. He finger-bangs frantic. We pant hot breaths. Chair creaks. I bend over, ass out. Legs spread wide. ‘Fuck me raw,’ I beg hoarse. Cockhead nudges slit. Slams in. Stretches full. Grunts echo soft. Flesh slaps muffled. Pounding builds. Shelves rattle faint. Voices upstairs? Door handle jiggles? No. Faster. Balls smack clit. I bite lip bloody. Cum floods me hot. I spasm, thighs quake. Clench milk him dry.
The Contact
Sweat-slick, we dress quick. Zipper snags. Dress clings damp. His pants zip rasp. Unlock door. Creak open. Hallway empty. Cart wheels squeak back up. Boss bursts in office later. ‘Where were you?’ ‘Archives.’ Heart thuds wild. Antoine blushes. I smile cool. Secret burns inside. Legs weak, pussy leaks his load down thighs. Colleagues pass oblivious. Elevator dings. Home tonight, husband kisses cheek. Cum dries sticky. I shower quiet. Lie awake. Replay every thrust. Risk throbs sweet. Tomorrow, new office. But archives call. Our dirty hole.