The Legal Consultation
The office was unusually quiet during the lunch hour, the midday sun filtering through the blinds of my law firm. I had decided to stay in, enjoying the solitude, until a tentative knock sounded at the door. When I opened it, I found a young man, perhaps nineteen, with pale skin and dark, sweeping hair that partially veiled his eyes. He looked distressed, his voice trembling as he pleaded for a legal consultation regarding a situation he had been too afraid to bring up until now.
Moved by his apparent desperation, I invited him inside. He sat before my glass-topped desk, his fingers fidgeting. As I offered him a glass of water, the tension in the room shifted. He began to recount a story from a week prior—an encounter in a shopping mall restroom with an older man. As he described the escalating tension, the mutual masturbation, and the eventual act of passion in a locked stall, I felt a familiar heat rising within me. Despite my professional training, the vividness of his story triggered a powerful reaction. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide the unmistakable bulge in my trousers, but the glass desk offered no secrets.
The young man noticed. His eyes flickered down to my lap, and instead of modesty, a spark of hunger ignited in his gaze. He began to mirror my arousal, adjusting himself openly as he continued the narrative. When he described the intensity of the penetration he had experienced, the air between us became electric. I stood up to tend to the coffee machine, consciously walking past him, allowing him a full view of my erection. As he reached down to retrieve a fallen notebook, his hand grazed my thigh, a deliberate touch that shattered my remaining restraint.
The pretense of legal advice vanished. He reached out, embracing my hips and pulling me close. With a low groan, I released myself from my trousers. He didn’t hesitate, taking me into his mouth with a fervent hunger that left me breathless. I gripped his hair, guiding him, the sensation of his tongue and the warmth of his throat driving me toward the edge. We were lost in a haze of mutual desire, our clothes discarded in a frantic rush.
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of José, the office courier. He entered the room to find us in a state of total undress. Rather than shock, José’s expression was one of immediate interest. He didn’t judge; instead, he joined the fray. The office transformed into a sanctuary of raw pleasure. José took the lead, his strength complementing my passion as we shared the young man’s body. The sensation of our combined desire, the slickness of shared intimacy, and the rhythmic sounds of pleasure filled the room.
As we reached a collective crescendo, the boundaries of professionalism were completely erased. We collapsed together, spent and satisfied, the silence of the office returning, though now charged with a secret bond. As the young man dressed, José gave me a knowing smirk, joking that we should hope for more ‘consultations’ in the future. It was a midday encounter that had turned a routine workday into an unforgettable exploration of desire.