Red Confession: Office Lust Ignites into Savage Ecstasy

Thursday morning. Alarm screams. Body throbs from erotic dreams. Shower steam clings to skin. I pick white lace bra, balcony lift for my perky tits. Sheer boxer-string panties, transparent, my dark bush peeking through. Exciting for voyeurs. Nude stockings, tight black skirt hugging firm ass cheeks. White blouse, deep cleavage begging eyes. Heels click, perfume trails. Coat open. Ready to hunt.

Parking garage. Sébastien’s car. Heart races. He waits. I slide out, skirt rides up, lace garter flashes, cleavage spills. Keys drop. He bends, steals glance at my thighs. Elevator packed. His body presses. Heat radiates. Wish his hand snakes up, nylon to bare skin, fingers probing wet lace.

The Fever Builds

Office. Coffee offer. I perch on desk, legs cross, uncross. Skirt hikes. He stares from chair, phone to ear. My pussy slicks imagining his bulge. He leaves for meetings. Toilets. Skirt up, fingers dive into soaked panties. Rub clit, think of his pink cock grinding me. Orgasm shudders. Ahhh.

Evening. 6:30 PM. Alone. Fix makeup. Return. Light off. Hand grabs mine. Fear spikes. Sébastien in my chair, dark relaxation. He stands close behind, breath heavy. Explains file. Different tonight. I glance back. Pants tented. My legs flashed lace all day. His hand rubs cock through fabric. Zipper down. I peek via dark screen. He strokes shaft. Musky scent hits nostrils. Pussy clenches.

I spin. ‘Oh!’ He freezes. Pants, boxers yanked down. Grip his throbbing dick. Guide to lips. Tongue laps pre-cum, cleans every ridge, foreskin untouched. He sits. I kneel between thighs. Panties flood. Swallow whole, tongue swirls, lips suck, teeth graze. Kiss shaft to balls. Suck tender skin, inhale musk. Deep throat, urgent bobs. He twitches. Jet blasts throat. Swallow hot seed. Clean him dry. Toilets. Back. Work finishes. Silent.

Blaze and Ashes

Friday. Doubts flicker, pleasure wins. 6:15 PM. Warehouse call. Back empty. Sit. Hand to phone. Fingers caress legs. Shoes off. Lips on nylon feet. Suck toes. I lean back. Unknown under desk. Hands climb calves, knees. Tease back down. Agony. Reach thighs. Bare skin shivers. Breath on panties. Teeth tug stockings down. Kisses trail. Skirt up. Nose in bush scent. Lips pinch lace, brush lips. Fingers massage pubes through wet fabric.

Urgent now. Hands yank panties. Fingers plunge slick valley, explore folds, clit. Tongue dives. Laps nectar. Sucks swollen nub. Waves build. I shatter. Orgasme rips, thighs quake.

Phone rings. Guard: client waits. Panties gone. Out. Mr. Xeller with… Sébastien. ‘You okay?’ Dizzy. ‘How long here?’ ‘When guard called.’ Floor drops. Who? Back. Empty. No panties.

Sébastien enters. ‘Drink?’ Bar laughs. I confess. He grins: ‘Wish I’d thought first.’ Mystery unsolved. Nights now: touches, fucks blend work, sex. Fire lingers. Skin burns. Unique hunger sated, yet craves more.