The open-plan office buzzes. Monday morning. My eyes lock on her. Sylvie. Petite brunette in the box opposite. Discreet curves. White blouse hugs modest cleavage. Skin so pale, creamy. Heart quickens. I hide behind my screen. Perfect alignment. She shifts. Lace edge of white bra peeks through buttons. Pulse races. Blue pants cling tight. String lines trace hips. Ass round, plump thighs inviting. Sweat beads on my neck.
Coffee break. I invite her. She smiles soft. Audit mission. Three days only. Colleagues freeze. She skips next pauses. Afternoon stretch. Like a cat. Blouse lifts. Belly soft, white. Navel dips in fold. Blue string waistband flashes. Cock twitches. Evening crouch. Back to me. String triangle above cheeks. Blue-white tease. I throb all night.
The Fever
Tuesday. Tight gray skirt. Knees to mid-thigh. Sits, crosses legs. Skirt rides up. Calves smooth, slender. Ankle bracelet gleams gold. Lust surges. Lean side. Peek under desk. Thighs full, soft. No hard angles. Pure temptation. Debardeur straps slip shoulders. Bra straps tease. Leg swings nervous. Breath catches. Evening smile. Mocking? Knows my stares? Shame burns. Ears hot. Heart hammers.
Wednesday. Blue stretch dress. Mid-thigh. No bra straps. Legs bare. Bracelet again. Open shoes, straps bind ankle. Crossed legs. I sneak peek. Caught. Eyes meet. Flush crimson. Panic. She smiles. Laughs soft? Mockery? But no move. Legs stay parted slight. Tempts? I crack. Lean again. Legs uncrossed. Spreads. Orange lace panties glow. Heart explodes. Tremble. She widens. Skirt inches up. Ass cheeks plump. Fabric sheer. Pubis shadow. Black bush hint. Sinks lower. Butt lifts. Light hits. Wet glint? Frozen. Devour every inch.
She rises. Adjusts. Printer run. Back. Leans forward. Cleavage gapes. White lace bra cups tits. Soft pears. Nipples hide. Hypnotized. Noon wink. ‘Bon appétit.’ Gone.
The Blaze
Afternoon. Back. No bra. Leans. Tits swing free. Small, fresh. Pale areolas. Nipples poke fabric. Hard peaks. Breathless. Legs cross. Then uncross. Squirms deep. Aligns perfect. Spreads slow. No panties. Pubis bare. Vulva lips part. Clit swells. Glistens wet. Pussy floods. Gapes for me. Fingers itch to claim. Cock strains pants. She glances. Sees bulge. Smirks. Eyes lock mine. Turns to work. Legs wide. Pussy throbs open. Juices shine. Tits strain. Her thrill matches mine.
Tension coils. Colleagues pass blind. Jealous rage. Mine only. Hours burn. 6 PM. Tender smile. ‘Mission done. Pleasure…’ Stammers hope. She leaves. Ache lingers.
The Ashes: Skin still fever-hot. Cock pulses memory. Heart slows reluctant. Life changed. Shared voyeur fire. She exists. Hunt on. Embers glow eternal.