Tasca Lisbon’s Seductive Nights

Office Short Stories · approx. 6 min read · 18+

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I sat at my desk, surrounded by the cold, sterile walls of my office, staring at the code blinking on the screen before me. As a programmer, I was used to moving in a world of numbers and algorithms, but that evening I simply couldn’t concentrate. My mind wandered to the woman I had met in the elevator a few weeks ago – my neighbor. She had captivated me instantly with her smile and her eyes, which shimmered like two dark lakes. I hadn’t found out much about her, only that she lived alone and that she sometimes came home late at night, just as I was returning from work myself. I wondered what she did during the day, whether she ever thought of me when she walked through the empty hallways of our building. My thoughts grew increasingly obscene – I imagined her lying naked in her bed, her legs spread, her hand between her thighs, pleasuring herself while thinking of me. I felt my cock grow hard in my pants just at the thought of her.

Work had been particularly exhausting that day, and I felt like an animal that needed to be freed from its cage. I closed my laptop, stood up, and started making my way home. The Tasca Lissabon, a small Portuguese restaurant just a few streets from my office, pulled me in like a magnet. I had only discovered it recently, and the atmosphere there reminded me of the nights I had spent in Lisbon – nights defined by passion and desire. As I entered the restaurant, I saw her – my neighbor – sitting at the bar, a glass of wine in her hand. She wore a tight red dress that accentuated her curves, and her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders. Suddenly, I felt as if I had stepped into another world. She looked up, and our eyes met, and for a moment it was as if time had stood still. I sat down next to her, and we started talking. I learned her name was Teresa and that she worked as a graphic designer. We talked about our work, our dreams, and I felt myself increasingly drawn to her, as if there was an invisible force pulling us together. Her voice was deep and sensual, and every time she laughed, I felt a jolt of arousal in my groin.

The hours flew by, and we laughed and drank, and I felt more alive than ever before. It was as if we were living in our own world, a world where nothing else mattered but the moment we were in. I told her about my work, about the long hours I spent in front of the computer, and she told me about her projects, the designs she created. We shared a bottle of wine, and our conversations grew more intimate, as if we had known each other for years. I felt my desire for her grow, and I knew I had to have her. I took her hand, and she looked at me, and I knew she felt the same. Her fingers were warm and soft, and I felt an electric shock run through my body. We paid the bill, and I walked her home. As we stood in front of her door, I knew I wouldn’t leave without kissing her. I leaned in, and our lips met, and it was as if the world around us exploded. We kissed as if we would never let go, and I knew I would never let her go. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I tasted the wine and her sweet saliva. My hands slid over her back, and I felt the warmth of her body through the thin dress.

The night was warm and smelled of jasmine, and we went to my place, hand in hand, and I felt like a king. We opened a second bottle of wine, and we sat down on the couch. I took her in my arms, and we kissed as if we would never let go. Time passed, and we laughed and drank, and I felt more and more drawn to her. I stood up, pulled her up, and we went into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind us, I grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. My hands ran over her body, and I felt her tremble under my touch. I ripped her dress over her head, and she stood before me in a black lace bra and matching panties. Her tits were full and firm, and I could see her hard nipples through the fabric. I leaned in and took one nipple in my mouth as I unclasped her bra. She moaned loudly as I sucked on it, and I felt her grab my hair and pull me tighter against her. Her nipples were hard like little stones, and I licked and nibbled on them until she gasped and pressed herself against me.

I let go of her tits and knelt before her. I pulled off her panties, and her sweet scent hit me immediately. Her pussy was already wet, and I could see the moisture running down her thighs. I buried my face between her legs, and I licked her wet lips as she moaned with pleasure. “Yes, right there,” she whispered, and I felt her open her legs to let me deeper in. My tongue penetrated her cunt, and I tasted her sweet juice. I licked and sucked on her clit until she trembled and held onto my face. Her hips moved against my mouth, and I felt her approaching her climax. I plunged my tongue deeper into her while I massaged her wet pussy with my fingers. She came with a loud cry, and her juice flowed over my face. I stood up, and I looked at her while she was still trembling. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed with lust. “Now it’s your turn,” she said and pulled me onto the bed.

I lay down on my back, and she knelt over me. Her hands ran over my chest, and I felt her grab my hard-on. Her grip was firm, and I groaned as she started to jerk me off. She leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. Her lips closed around the head, and I felt her hot saliva on my skin. She dove down, taking me so deep into her mouth that I felt her throat. I grabbed her hair as she continued to blow me, her head moving up and down, and her tongue licked me as she slowly took me all the way to the root. I felt the knot growing in my balls, and I knew