The company has organised an event to give employees an update on its annual performance. The presentation is nothing exciting, but it is time away from our desks and there will be free food and drinks afterwards – so it is always a well-attended event. After the event ends, a few of us head on to a nearby bar, merry with the alcohol. As the evening becomes late the crowd gradually thins out until eventually it is just you and I remaining.
You are Luke, quite tall, around 6 feet I estimate, with dark blonde shaggy hair, glasses and a scruffy beard that is only just passable for the office smart dress code. Married to the girl you started dating at university, I guess you are in your early 30s. I am Ellsie, a 47-year-old divorcee, decidedly average in looks with shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, average height and build. There is little remarkable about me. Over the course of the evening, we bonded and joked about our mutual dislike for all things sport.
Out of the blue, we are now kissing deeply, tongues in each other’s mouths. I feel the bolts of passion between us. The kiss feels urgent and awakens my senses. We pull apart. I am breathing heavily, and lust has taken over my mind, my body. I sense the heat inside me growing from my sudden state of arousal. This is so unexpected. I have never thought of you, my young married colleague, as anything other than that.
“Come with me,” you tell me as you take my hand, and we move to leave the bar. Still holding my hand, you walk quickly with long strides. I almost have to run to keep up with you. We arrive at a poorly lit alleyway, where you push me against the wall, kissing me deeply. Unexpectedly, you drop to your knees, lift my dress and pull my underwear to one side. “Luke…” I murmur, and before I can process what is happening, you start licking up and down the full length of my slit before putting a finger inside of me.
I feel my body temperature rise further as you expertly lick and nibble at my clit while you slip a second finger inside of me, pushing them in and out of me. Waves of pleasure wash over me. I look around, the alleyway is secluded but even so anyone could pass by and could easily see the sight of us, me with my dress hitched up and you kneeling between my legs, eating my pussy. The thought of how easily we could be caught brings a rush of excitement pulsing through me, and this tips me over the edge. I moan loudly as I come on your face.
You stand up, licking your lips, telling me how good I taste. I feel giddy and shaky on my feet; you do the gentlemanly thing by walking me to the train station and making sure I am safely on my train home. My journey home is a daze. I am shocked at my own behaviour. Never in my life have I done anything like that. I have never had a one-night stand and certainly never let a work colleague give me oral sex after a company night out.
Over the next few days, I replay the incident over in my mind. I cannot get what you did to me out of my head. I recollect how your tongue felt on my clit and how I came on your face. When I masturbate, I imagine my fingers are yours. I crave to be in your presence like a drug. The days feel long, the nights even longer, until I can be with you again.
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It is a week until we are both in the office. It feels too long. I find you at your desk and ask if we can talk. We locate ourselves in an area of the staff canteen that’s quiet, where we will not be overheard.
I blurt out the truth, admitting to you that I have never done anything like that before. I tell you how much it turned me on, and I blush as I admit that I cannot stop thinking about you. I confess that I have masturbated several times while thinking about how you made me come in the alleyway. I know you are married, and the guilt is almost too much for me to bear. You appear to be embarrassed by my confessions, explaining that it was just a drunken slipup and that you have never been unfaithful to your wife before. I reluctantly agree when you confirm that as fun as it was, it was a one-off incident and that it will not be happening again. I agree with you that it was a one-off, without telling you that my mind will carry on replaying it over, it will not stop my body craving your touch.
I realise how awkward the situation is as I know you love your wife, and you do not feel the same way I do. I vow to bury my feelings, to make polite conversation when we see each other in the office. Neither of us wants to work in an uncomfortable atmosphere. We are professional during the few work meetings we need to attend together. I try to hide how fixated I am, how I think about you almost every waking moment.
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A tortuously slow month passes by before you surprise me by asking if I want to go for a drink or two after work to catch up. I have been longing, craving to be in your presence, so I agree to meet after work. I quickly make excuses and cancel the plans I already had with my best friend that evening.
We find a bar near to the office and sit chatting about TV shows, music and life in general. I find out that you have just turned 30 years old, and we laugh that at the age of me, at 47, I could be your cougar. After a couple more drinks, the conversation between us starts to heat up. You tell me you have not forgotten what happened at the work drinks, but you are torn as want to remain faithful to your wife.
We share a vivid imagination and a love of risk-taking; we discuss the thrill of having a little naughty fun in the office. Our department moved into a newly refurbished office last month on the 28th floor, with stunning views of the city of London outside the window. You suggest there are places in the office where we could move on from talking about it and act on our fantasy sexual antics together.
You start joking playfully about where would be suitable for us to try. I suggest we could go to the company boardroom. it is a large room with expansive windows, set out of the way from the main walkways in the office. I admit I once amused myself by taking topless photos in it, mainly to fulfil my exhibitionist urges but also for some entertainment on an otherwise uninteresting Friday.
You laugh when I tell you about my little exhibitionist act and ask if you can see the photos; so, I show you the pictures of me exposing myself in the Boardroom. I secretly hope it will make you think about me in the way I cannot stop thinking about you. You take a long, close look at the photos, and I feel myself start to get wet watching you look at the images of me with my top and bra pulled up. It stimulates me to watch you looking at my breasts out with my big pink stiff nipples on display. I glance down and can see you are starting to stiffen under your trousers. You look away and shake your head as if trying to clear the images from your mind.
The conversation moves back to our fantasy office sex, and we review the potential of the meeting rooms closer to where we sit. The rooms have a mix of solid and frosted glass walls. The glass walls are sufficiently transparent that shapes can be made out, but also opaque enough that it is not possible to see any real detail. You mention the possibilities of the Guardian meeting room; it is located on a corner with two solid walls and two of frosted glass. It has a column protruding inside by the door that could offer precious seconds of time to cover up should someone walk in. My nipples grow hard when you state you could quite easily bend me over the table. You would hike up my skirt and slide your hard cock slowly inside me, inch by inch, without anyone outside knowing.
Mulling over the other meeting rooms, we agree that Veritas would be the best choice in which we could explore each other’s bodies at work. It is a small room away from the main walkway. It has three solid walls and only a small glass one, so it is more private and with less chance of someone walking in and catching us. This leads to me describing being in this room with you, me in a skirt and blouse, not wearing any underwear. We talk about having a meeting in Veritas, how I would tell you that I am naked under my skirt and ask what you would do. You describe in detail how you would start by touching my knee, then putting your hand under my skirt and very slowly and softly stroking that hand up my inner thigh. Your touch would be so gentle it would take all my concentration to focus on it as your fingers move higher until eventually you reach the top, touching me where your tongue has already been. I feel heat between my legs as you portray the scenario to me. I want you to caress my most intimate parts and long for you to make me come again.
It is getting late now, and the evening draws to an end; we need to make our separate ways home. Despite the steamy contents of our conversation this evening, we chastely hug goodbye and leave. I sit on the train home, alone with my thoughts and hopes of what could happen again between us.
I cannot stop thinking about how expertly you ate my pussy. I cannot stop thinking about your tongue circling around my clit and the sensation I felt when you finally licked my button. I cannot stop thinking about your fingers inside me. I cannot stop thinking about how I much I want you to do that to me again. Is this what obsession feels like?
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We are both busy at work, and the days pass by quickly, soon turning into weeks. At first, I would think about the possibilities that meeting you in Veritas would bring often. I then resign myself to the realisation that the fantasy with you is not going to happen. My desires remain unfulfilled, but my constant thoughts of you do not stop.
Eventually, on a standard Tuesday afternoon in the office, you and I have a meeting to run through a project business case. Because Tuesdays are a busy day for people to be in the office, the two of us find ourselves squeezed into the small cold Veritas meeting room tucked away at the back of the floor. The round table is barely big enough to hold both of our laptops on it.
You are talking a lot, focussed on the work at hand that we need to get through. It is a dull subject matter, so I become bored, and my mind starts to wander. I think back to the conversation we had almost a month ago, imagining in detail what your fingertips would feel like on my thighs. I start to feel aroused, reminding myself to focus to control my breathing, and try to appear interested in our work. Despite the coldness of the room, the skin on my chest and neck turns flush from my excitement. We continue to discuss the project, and I feel comforted that you do not appear to notice my state of stimulation.
The meeting finishes, and as we make our way to stand and leave the room, your hand accidentally brushes against my knee. In my heightened state of arousal, my breath catches from your touch. As you are about to leave the meeting room you turn to look at me, our eyes meet, and I struggle to suppress a cheeky smirk. You lean towards me, looking me directly in the eyes and quietly tease me, whispering that you know exactly what I have been thinking about, before winking and walking back into the busy office.
Thoughts of the two of us together dominate my mind. I am fixated by you. I try to engineer situations where I know I will have to pass by your desk or see you in the corridor. We make eye contact often. Eventually I get a sense of clarity and realise that you are now finding excuses to walk past my desk, or to join a meeting that I am holding even though you do not really need to join.
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A few days later, I am chairing a meeting in the Guardian room to a large group of colleagues. I must give an update on the progress of the project, and you have decided to attend. Throughout the meeting, I struggle to push my preoccupation with you to one side. I remind myself of our conversation about this meeting room being a place you could bend me over and push your hard cock into me. Images of you thrusting your throbbing shaft into my pussy while I lean over the table relentlessly cross my mind.
The meeting finishes 10 minutes earlier than planned. The rest of the attendees pick up their laptops and start exiting the room. As I go to pick my own laptop up, you ask, “Ellsie, have you got a couple of minutes, please? We need to discuss the budget.”
“Sure Luke” I reply, pleased for any excuse to remain in your presence a little longer, even if it is to discuss the budget. We are now alone in the room, you move seats to sit beside me, with our backs facing the only door.
You look at me and, without any words, I can sense exactly what you are thinking. I see the desire and lust in your eyes. You maintain eye contact as your hand reaches across and firmly grips my knee. Arousal floods my senses; I feel the skin on my chest and neck blush pink as the heat of my body rises. You command me to unbutton my blouse, and I eagerly comply, revealing my lace blue bra underneath. Nice bra you mutter as you reach over and brush your fingertips over it, and I feel my nipples harden at your touch. Conscious that I may need to hastily cover up if someone came in, I pull the lace cups down to free my breasts without taking the bra off. My flesh and nipples are pushed upwards by the material, so they are poking up at you.
My breathing quickens as you let me know you are going to lick and suck on my nipples, right here and now in this meeting room. You lean forward and start to nibble and bite on one nipple while your finger and thumb pinch the other. I feel the tingle from your mouth sucking on me, and the heat grows between my legs. Your tongue licks my nipple over and over, circling around it before gently taking it between your teeth. I stifle a moan as I feel a bolt of electricity when you bite it.
I see the hard bulge of your cock in your trousers. You are clearly enjoying stimulating my nipples as much as I do. I am getting wet and can feel my labia start to swell, and my juices are starting to flow. It’s like my nipples and clit are directly connected as I shudder each time your teeth pinch down and your tongue swirls around. Trying hard not to make any sound, I start to squirm and writhe in the chair. I feel my inner muscles twitch, enjoying the sensation of how the juices have made my hairless pussy all slippery and ready to take your cock in me. I have pictured you doing this to me so many times. I start begging you to please touch my clit, to please make me come.
You continue to bite gently on my nipples as you push my skirt up and your hand slides up my thigh. All the way up, you reach my now soaking wet thong. You move it to one side to reveal my bald, wet, puffed-up pussy. The outer lips are swollen and slick with my juices; my inner lips are dripping and wide open. I push myself forward on the chair so that I can open my legs and pussy wider for your fingers. I gasp quietly as you lightly trace up and down the full length of my sensitive slit. You keep going, moving up and down from my clit to my opening, until you fully open my lips and put a finger inside of me.
You lean back to study my face as you push a second finger in. I can hear the wet, slippery noises as you start moving your fingers in and out. You know the power that you have over me. With a satisfied look on your face, you put your thumb on my clit, sliding and circling over it as your digits rhythmically push in and out of me. The sensation builds inside as you keep up your onslaught. My body starts moving to the rhythm you have set as waves of sensation wash over me.
You lean forward again to lick my nipples, and I can feel the climax coming. Feeling your teeth pinch my nipple, fingers moving inside me, your thumb rubbing and flicking my clit. My heart is pounding hard as my body starts to shake, wave after wave of arousal builds inside until finally, I feel the rush of pure pleasure shoot through me. You whisper to me that I am now yours, that you own me, and that makes me finally come. Endorphins surge through my veins, and my whole body shudders at the release. I have never felt both my mind and body come so hard at the same time as that before.
You sit back and watch me rearrange my clothes and try to compose myself enough to go back into the main office. I cannot read your expression as you get up and leave the room before I have time to say anything. I hastily go back to the main office. I want to talk to you, need to be near you, but you are nowhere to be seen.
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Time drags sluggishly now. I have not seen you in the office for days. You must be feeling unwell as I cannot see you around. I am becoming sick with longing, thinking about you far too often. Your power over me is all-consuming and I start talking to you in my mind. Perhaps you are feeling guilty and do not want to be around the woman you are cheating on your wife with.
Where are you? What are you doing right now? I long to see you, to speak to you, for you to use my body as you wish. Thoughts of your hands and mouth on me preoccupy my every waking moment—I can think of nothing else. I wish I had a way to contact you outside of work but know you would never allow it.
The week after you made me come in the Guardian meeting room, when I am driving myself crazy with thoughts of you, I see you at your desk. Relief floods through me and I try to think of excuses to meet with you, to talk to you. I walk past your desk and say hello. You glance up, unsmiling. You quietly say you are too busy to talk but then order me to go to the bathroom in 10 minutes; that I must strip naked and leave the door unlocked while I wait for you. I feel myself getting wet as I nod in total compliance. I will do whatever you want; I need to be with you with every fibre of my being. Relief floods my senses to be near you again.
Ten minutes later, I am in the bathroom pacing up and down, completely naked from head to toe. I anxiously wait for you to arrive and feel extremely nervous that someone else may enter and witness me standing here completely exposed. I start to feel ashamed, humiliated, standing here naked in a bathroom at work. I am a foolish older woman utterly infatuated by the young man she is obsessed with. Eventually, the door opens. I hold my breath only to let it out as a sigh of relief as you enter.
You look at me standing in front of you, totally exposed. Grinning, you tell me to get on my knees and suck you. I nod and immediately kneel, unzip your trousers and go about freeing your semi-hard cock. I have not seen your cock before; you are of average length but with a wide girth and a slight curve upwards from root to tip. I take you in my hands and mouth, using both to work up and down the length of your substantial shaft, feeling you harden as I take you fully into my mouth. You become very hard then hold my head firmly as you push yourself into me, starting to fuck my mouth. You thrust your hard organ into my mouth for what feels like an eternity. Spit is dripping from my mouth, and my jaw is starting to ache, but you do not care, you do not stop. I am so turned on by being used by you that my pussy is drenched with so much juice it is now trailing a slick path down the inside of my thighs.
Abruptly you stop moving, and I feel you twitch in my mouth and can taste your pre-come on my tongue. Before you come, you remove yourself and help me get up from my kneeling position. I let you turn me around so that I am now bent over the hand basin. You make it clear that you will not look directly at me while you fuck me, but I do not care. I have wanted this so much, I want you to finally take me fully. All I have been able to think about is how much I want you to fuck me, to use me, to make me come again. I bend over as you push my legs apart with your foot, and I struggle not to cry out as you shove your full length straight into me. I gasp as I feel my pussy stretch wide to take in your thick hard cock plunging into me in one forceful thrust. You start pounding yourself into me, urgently, and I hear you grunting with the effort. I feel my stretched inner walls pulse with each push as the first waves of climax build inside me.
You are thumping into me repeatedly, and I can feel our bodies in sync with each other. You slide your hand around my waist, reaching downwards to start massaging my clit, firmly moving the wet button from side to side. A quiet moan escapes my lips and I know it will not be long before my waves of pleasure reach their full height. I whisper to you to please do not stop, that I am about to come. You are close to the edge too, grunting with satisfaction as you hear my pleas. The sensation of your swollen cock stretching my pussy wide and your fingers rubbing my clit sends me over the edge. I cry out and as I come, I feel you twitch and spurt your thick milky come deep inside me.
You hold me in place as I feel your cock spasm and shoot your load into me. You pull out before you are fully finished, and the last drops of white come spurt onto my ass. You rub it over me and tell me I cannot wash it off until after I leave the office later. I nod meekly; I do not understand how your commands to debase myself arouse me so completely. Again, you leave me without saying a word. I have learnt by now you cannot bear to see me after using me as your sex toy to gratify your needs.
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I wonder how long you will make me wait until I am in your presence again. However long it is, it will be too long. It is with gratitude that this time I do not have to wait a whole week to see you, as 2 days later you are back in the office. My heart skips a beat; I am so happy to see you. I will get to spend time near you, hopeful that you will allow me some time to talk, to be close to you physically. I approach your desk casually. "How are you doing?" I ask. You half look up, letting me know that you have a deadline to meet and are too busy to talk. Desperate for your attention I ask if there anything I can do to help. You pause briefly, then turn your head to make full eye contact with me.
Yes, you reply, and say that I can help you and your colleague Nathan out with something urgent. You tell me to book Veritas at 5pm so that we can all meet to discuss it. It does not matter that we will not be alone. I am thrilled at the opportunity to be near you again.
The afternoon draws long as I wait patiently to be in your company again. I think of how grateful you would be that I could assist you with an urgent task. Maybe you would even want to spend more time with me. Time passes slowly as I wait patiently for 5pm to arrive. My pussy is wet just thinking about the hour we have booked together, even if Nathan will be there so I would not have you all to myself. I am so excited at the thought of spending time with you that I remove my underwear and go to the bathroom to play with my clit a little. I do not give myself full release. I hope that you will make me stay behind and make me come again after the meeting finishes like before, so I do not put my underwear back on.
The clock strikes 5 as you and Nathan enter the room. You look stoic as usual, and your face gives nothing away. Nathan, on the other hand, looks somewhat sheepish and can barely make eye contact with me. You walk around the small table and take a seat to the left of me. Nathan takes the seat directly in front of the door, to my right. I feel heat rush through my body from being surrounded by you both. You start talking to Nathan about how I am a good performer and work hard to satisfy stakeholders' needs. I then realise the game you are playing; Nathan struggles to stifle a smile as he nods in agreement. You advise me that Nathan now needs to find out how hard I will work to satisfy his needs.
You look directly at me, and I gulp as my mouth goes dry. I know that in this moment I will do anything you ask me to. You direct me to pull up my skirt and open my legs for Nathan. I eagerly comply. Turning to face Nathan, I lean back in the chair, spreading my legs wide to expose my naked pussy still sticky with juice from me playing with myself. You explain to me that I am now going to do anything Nathan asks me to. Waves of heat rush through my body as I feel this truth. Leaving my legs wide open, I look him directly in the eyes and deliberately nod.
Nathan leans forward, reaching out to hold my chin in his hand. He looks into my eyes, smiling. “You are the most striking woman I have ever seen, and I’m going to enjoy my time with you.” He declares. You remove my top and bra, holding my breasts up for Nathan to examine. Nathan smiles appreciatively, reaching out and very gently rubs his thumb around my erect nipples before softly taking each one in turn in his mouth, lightly sucking on them. His mouth moves upwards, kissing my chest, licking along the line of my collarbone before nipping at my neck. Still holding my chin towards him, Nathan's mouth hovers over mine, and I open my lips in anticipation of his kiss. No, not yet, he teases me that I must wait.
You and Nathan lay me back onto the tiny table, each of you holding one of my legs up and open. Without asking me, you get your phone out and start taking photos of me like this, with my pussy splayed open, breasts exposed, eyes hungry with lust. I almost come on the spot seeing you take the pictures of my naked ravenous body. I hope that you will save them and make yourself come when looking at them again later.
I remain on the table, legs up and open. Nathan quickly unzips his trousers and releases his hard cock. You are both still holding my legs open as he enters me. Nathan tells me he wants to see you fuck my tits. You move around to lean over me, your balls rubbing over my face as you put your cock between my breasts. You squeeze them around your throbbing organ and start to move back and forth between them.
I close my eyes and feel the passion surge through my body. Nathan starts to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, you pinch and squeeze my nipples as you hold my breasts snugly around your cock. Laying on the table with both of you pleasuring yourselves and me, I feel my whole body become sensitive and tingling with the sensations. I take your balls in my mouth to stop myself from crying out. The world falls away, and all there is left now are our three bodies moving together as one connected sexual being. Our rhythm builds together and finally our three bodies shudder in our joined climax, pulsing, our hearts beat as one.
Panting, Nathan withdraws his now spent cock, his sticky fluid mixed with my juices leaking out of me. You have sprayed your own come over my breasts and belly in thick white jets. You and Nathan then rub your come into my skin, before you put your cocks away and rearrange your clothes to go back into the main office. I am left lying spreadeagled on the table, topless with come all over by body and breasts, and my skirt hitched high around my waist.
Eventually, I compose myself enough to leave the room and travel home. I can smell the dried come on me, and feel the empty throbbing where Nathan was inside me. Once home, I hastily get my big dildo and vibrator toys out. I use the toys to make myself come many times thinking about what you and Nathan did to me. I am thrilled with the anticipation of our next adventure together.
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The next morning, I arrive at the office with my mind full of the possibilities of what could happen next. You are nowhere to be seen, but I see Nathan at the coffee machine, and he smiles at me, beckoning me to join him. “Thanks very much for your help on that urgent task,” Nathan says, a knowing grin reaching the corners of his mouth.
I smile back as I reply, “It was my pleasure. Where is Luke today?” Nathan’s expression becomes serious as he responds that yesterday was Luke’s last day at the company. Nathan confirms my worst fear, as he explains that Luke and his wife have moved away to the countryside to be closer to her family and decided it would be a good place to start their own.
I am crestfallen. Nathan’s words feel like they are reaching me through a thick fog of despair. My mouth becomes dry, my vision blurs, and I feel lightheaded. How can you leave me? How will I exist without you in my life? I can barely stand up with the weight of not seeing you again bearing down on me. Nathan continues to speak, but I can no longer hear his words. I stagger away to find a secluded space to console myself and try to gather my thoughts.
Unconsciously, I stumble to the Veritas meeting room. In my mind, I can still smell the scent of the passion this room held only yesterday. I sit at the table, head in my hands, and start to cry, bereft and grief-stricken with the knowledge of being without you. There is a quiet knock, and the door slowly opens; Nathan enters the room with a concerned look on his face. He sits next to me and gently puts a consoling hand on my shoulder, moving up to lightly stroke my hair.
Nathan turns my head to face him. I feel ashamed of the mess I am in; my eyes filled with tears. Looking into my eyes Nathan lets me know that all is not lost. He reminds me that yesterday Luke told me I must now do anything Nathan wants me to do. Nathan’s hand moves to hold my chin like he did before. Once more, his mouth hovers over mine. This time, however, Nathan pulls me towards him, and our mouths meet in a sensual kiss. Our mouths join, and Nathan’s tongue explores mine. I feel the weight of you leaving start to fall away, as the kiss with Nathan deepens, and I feel the connection between us awaken inside of me. It all makes sense now, and I realise it was always meant to be this way, that my one true love is you: Nathan.
We pull apart from the kiss; I am breathless with desire. The air is electric from the strength of the bond between us, even though we are no longer touching. Thoughts of Luke become a distant dream, and I comply as you order me to take off my top.
