I never would have thought it would be her. That from the shadow of the copier, from the scent of toner and paper, something so blazing would come toward me. But when I felt her hand on my arm, that light touch that made my skin burn, I knew: the evening would end differently than any office party before. My cock was already starting to throb in my pants, a hard, urgent desire I could barely control.
The First Look
The air in the “Foyer” was thick with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the sweet perfume the women from sales generously sprayed. It clung to my tongue, heavy and intrusive. I stood at the bar, sipping a gin and tonic I didn’t really want – the ice was watering down the alcohol, making it stale. My colleague Lena – she worked in accounting, a few floors down – was talking with two others. I’d never noticed her before. She was the quiet one, the inconspicuous one, always properly dressed, never pushy. Her blouses were always buttoned up, her skirts knee-length. But tonight she wore a black dress that bared her shoulders – naked, warm skin that shimmered in the dim light – and her hair was loosely pinned up. A few strands came loose, falling into her face. When she laughed, I saw the little crease next to her mouth, and something in me twitched, deep in my gut, a hot, unexpected impulse. My gaze wandered over her breasts, which were outlined beneath the fabric, firm, round hills that drove me wild. I imagined my tongue licking her hard nipples, how she would moan beneath me.
“You’re staring,” said a voice suddenly beside me. It was Marie, a young intern from the marketing department. Her eyes were curious, watchful. I shook my head, grinned sheepishly. “Just daydreaming.” She laughed, but her look was probing, as if she knew something I didn’t. I turned away, took a sip. The gin burned in my throat, a sharp, artificial fire. But that burning was nothing compared to the fire blazing in my crotch, a hot, urgent throbbing that was driving me almost crazy.
Later, when the music got louder and the first couples were swaying on the makeshift dance floor – body against body, sweat and perfume – I withdrew. The copy room on the first floor – a place I knew from countless overtime shifts, where the nights were long and lonely – was empty. I leaned against the warm side panel of the machine, letting the coolness of the device seep through my shirt. The hum of standby mode was the only sound, a deep, steady drone. Outside I heard voices, footsteps, then silence again. Only the hum, my own breathing, and the hard beating of my heart – and the pulsing in my cock, which pressed against the zipper of my pants, ready to be let out.
The door opened. Lena stood in the frame, the light from the hallway tracing her silhouette – the curves of her hips, her narrow waist, the slight sheen of her hair. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said softly. Her voice sounded different than in the office – deeper, rougher, like velvet on naked skin. “Marie said you’d disappeared.” I shrugged. “Needed a break.” She stepped closer, letting the door fall shut behind her. The click echoed in the small room. The room was small, two copiers, a filing cabinet, a window to the night – outside the city lights, far away. The smell of paper and ozone hung in the air, sharp and invigorating. And the smell of her wet cunt, which I could now perceive, a sweet, arousing scent that widened my nostrils.
“Me too,” she said and stood next to me. Her shoulder touched mine. I felt the warmth of her body through the thin fabric, a heat that penetrated through the dress, directly into my skin. “You know,” she began, “I’ve watched you often. In the cafeteria, in the hallway. How you always look so focused, as if the whole world is on your shoulders.” I turned to her, looked into her eyes. They were gray, with bright flecks – like granite in the sun – and they examined me without shyness, directly, demandingly. Her gaze dropped to my crotch, where my erection was clearly visible, a hard, thick bulge under the fabric.
“And now?” I asked. My voice was hoarse, barely more than a rasp. She smiled, a narrow, knowing smile that lifted the corners of her mouth. “Now I want to know if there’s something else beneath that tension.” Before I could answer, she placed her hand on my arm, right where Marie had disturbed me. But this time it was different. Her fingers were cool, but they left a hot trail, a line of fire on my skin.
The Discovery
I held still as her hand slowly stroked over my forearm, over the hairs that stood up as if under an electric field. The contact was electrifying, but not like a shock – rather like a deep, pulling sensation that began in my chest and traveled downward, into my stomach, deeper, until I felt it in my loins, a heavy, hot throbbing. My cock got even harder, if that was possible, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, wetting my underwear. “Lena,” I whispered, “what are you doing?” She stepped even closer, her body pressing against mine. I felt her breasts through the dress, soft and firm at the same time, the tips hard against my chest. Her wet lap pressed against my thigh, and I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt, a glowing furnace that drew me in.
“I want to feel you,” she said. Her lips were close to my ear, her breath warm and moist. “For months I’ve been watching you. How you loosen your tie when you think no one is looking. How you twirl your pen between your fingers. Tonight I decided I don’t want to wait anymore.” Her hand wandered to my chest, played with the top button of my shirt. Her fingers were skillful, determined. I breathed shallowly, my heart beating hard against my ribs, a wild, irregular rhythm. “Here?” I asked, although I already knew the answer. She nodded, her fingers opened the button, then the next. The fabric gaped open, and she pushed her hand inside, onto my bare skin.
Her hand was cool on my chest, but it quickly became warm, merging with my heat. She stroked over my ribcage, let her fingers glide through the hair on my chest, a soft, exploring touch. I moaned softly as she brushed my nipple, and the sound echoed in the small room, expressing my arousal. She smiled, her look was demanding, her
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