Deserted office corridors hummed with silence. Hot June Saturday. Sweat beaded on my skin as I hammered my report. Key rattles in the lock. Her quick steps echo. Heart slams. It’s her—the one fueling my nightly jerks. Busty colleague in light skirt and blouse. Alone with her. Cock twitches.
‘Coffee?’ Her voice soft. We sip in the break room. Silence thick. Eyes dodge. Hands brush on the table. No pullback. Pulse races. Fingers linger. Skin hot. I stroke her arm. She breathes faster. Heavy tits rise under thin fabric. Hand cups them. Firm, full. Nipples harden. She doesn’t stop me.
The Fever
Buttons undo. Bra slips off. I knead bare flesh. Sweat-musk hits. Salty perfume. Mouth latches on nipples. Suck hard. She gasps quiet. Hand slides down. Thighs tense. Then part. Permission. Fingers graze white panties. Pubic mound trimmed neat. Pussy lips shaved smooth. Wet already. Slick heat.
Circles on clit. Slow. Dip inside. Hot, gushing. She bucks. Fingers flood with juice. Body arches. Climax hits. Warm squirt coats my hand. Kneel. Panties down. Face to thighs. Her fingers grip my hair. Pushes me in. Pussy scent raw. Musky, aroused. Tongue laps. Clit sucks. Bitter nectar flows.