Late Night Office Passion

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow on the cubicles and the endless piles of paperwork. My job demanded long hours, a relentless grind that often left me depleted and stressed. Thankfully, my wife, Sarah, had found a way to alleviate some of that pressure, a small act of intimacy amidst the corporate chaos. It started a little over a year into our marriage, when a massive project loomed over me, accompanied by an impossible deadline. The weight of it all felt crushing, and I spent one particularly late evening venting my frustrations to Sarah over the phone. She, sensing my distress, offered to bring me dinner, a simple act of kindness that felt like a lifeline.

Thirty minutes later, Sarah arrived, radiating warmth and concern. She let herself into the building, her presence instantly easing the tension in the air. We made our way to the conference room, seeking refuge in its relative privacy. She pulled out the pre-ordered Thai food, and we settled in, sharing a quiet meal as we worked. As we ate, I noticed her wearing her favorite black shear baby doll top, the lace trim peeking out from beneath her blazer, and a matching shear g-string. It was a daring look, one she often wore when she wanted to feel confident and alluring.

As we finished eating, Sarah turned to me, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You’re really alone here, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful challenge. I confirmed that we were the only ones in the building, a statement that seemed to pique her interest. She then posed the unsettling question, “Would anyone be showing up later?” My confusion was palpable. I assured her that no one would arrive until the next morning, around 8:00 AM. Her response was chillingly straightforward: “Good. It’s time for dessert.”

Without a word, she rose from the table and closed the door behind us, severing the last vestige of normalcy. Then, she turned around, removing her coat and revealing a breathtaking sight. She was wearing nothing but the black shear baby doll top and the shear g-string, the lace trim clinging to her curves. Her hair, meticulously styled and perfectly coiffed, framed her face, while her nails, painted a glossy crimson, glinted under the fluorescent lights. She had even gone the extra mile, getting a professional wax, completely hair-free from the neck down. The detail was both shocking and intensely arousing, a blatant display of her desire.

I stared, mesmerized by her audacity and beauty. My pants were already bulging, a testament to the heat building within me. She moved seductively back to the table, retrieving a can of whipped cream and a small container filled with fresh strawberries. “Would you like to share a strawberry with me?” she asked, her voice a silken whisper. I nodded eagerly, unable to resist the invitation. She popped a strawberry halfway into her mouth, beckoning me to take the other half. As I bit into it, our lips met in a passionate kiss, the taste of the fruit mingling with the scent of her perfume.

It wasn't long before my hand found its way to the front of her baby doll, caressing her breasts with increasing intensity. “It feels so good,” she murmured against my lips, her voice a breathy plea. Without hesitation, she reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream, spraying it liberally around her nipples. The cold, sweet liquid sent shivers down my spine, and I eagerly licked it off, savoring the sensation. She arched into my touch, her body responding to my every move.

Then, she rose from the table, turning to face me with an air of confident allure. With a swift movement, she pulled down her panties, revealing her completely hairless pubic area. The sight was both shocking and intensely stimulating, a confirmation of my deepest desires. She turned back around, sitting once again on the table, her legs spread wide, inviting my gaze. She placed a perfect strawberry atop her vulva, and I quickly bent down to devour it, my eyes never leaving her body. I continued to kiss, lick, and caress her sensitive area, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment. Gently, I sprayed the whipped cream over her clitoris and vaginal opening, licking it off as she moaned with escalating pleasure. Her foot started twitching, a familiar prelude to orgasm, a sign that the release was imminent.

As she climaxed, she whispered urgently, “Yes, yes, oh yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I continued my ministrations, relishing in her intense pleasure, pushing her further into ecstasy. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting in response to my touch. Finally, she stood up and pulled my shirt off, her actions mirroring her earlier removal of her clothing. I quickly slipped off my shoes, anticipating the next stage of our encounter. She then began to unbutton my pants, her movements deliberate and sensual. As she finally freed my erect penis, my anticipation reached its peak. My pants were discarded, revealing the full extent of my arousal, and she moved towards me with a predatory grace. She leaned in, her hand reaching out to gently pull my shirt down.

She lowered herself onto my lap, her weight settling upon me, a thrilling sensation that sent waves of pleasure through my body. As she did so, she wrapped her feet around my neck, pulling me closer, her body pressing against mine. I felt her wetness against my skin, a powerful reminder of the desire that burned within us both. With a final push, she inserted her penis into her waiting body, initiating the next phase of our shared pleasure.

As she moved inside, I reached out, grasping her breast and her clitoris, guiding her movements with my hand. Her body arched in response, and I continued to thrust, savoring each moment of connection. As she reached her climax, she whispered, “Oh that feels so good. So good. Mmmm…” Her voice trailed off as she drew in a deep breath, savoring the lingering pleasure.

At that point, her vagina began to dry out slightly. She motioned for me to stop, her hand reaching for a pack of wipes from her bag. As I leaned back, she began to meticulously clean herself, her movements both gentle and deliberate. When she was finished, she pulled a tube of KY jelly from her bag and began to lubricate my penis, preparing for the next round of pleasure.

She then sat back down on the table, her legs crossed, and began to stroke my penis with increasing intensity. I leaned in close, responding to her touch, lost in the heat of the moment. As she continued to caress me, I noticed her hand descending towards my scrotum, massaging it with a playful touch. I responded in kind, reaching for her breast, adding another layer of intimacy to our encounter. We continued to exchange caresses, lost in the shared pleasure, until she began to move her pelvis, preparing for another climax.

As she reached her peak again, she whispered, “Yes, yes, oh yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Her voice grew hoarse with pleasure, and I continued my ministrations, pushing her further into ecstasy. The waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and exhilarated. After she climaxed, she stood up, pulling my shirt back up. She then retrieved a pair of hand wipes from her bag, using them to gently wipe off my now limp penis. Surprisingly, I found the sensation rather arousing, a gentle reminder of the intimacy we had just shared. Instead of putting my clothes back on, I sat down and pulled her onto my lap, resuming our intimate connection.

We continued to kiss and caress each other, lost in the shared pleasure. She began to kiss my neck, her lips trailing down my chest, before descending to my still limp penis. She pulled it into her mouth and began to suck and lick, savoring the sensation. I sat in her embrace, feeling her warmth and desire, as she performed her oral love making. My penis slowly began to swell and return to full erection, all while nestled within her mouth, further fueling our shared pleasure.

As we continued our love making, she rose from the table and motioned for me to stand up. She then grabbed my hand and guided me towards the door. As we left the conference room, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this unexpected encounter had transformed the sterile environment of the office into a place of passionate intimacy. The memory of our shared pleasure would linger long after we had returned to our respective lives, a reminder of the power of desire and the joy of connection.

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