The Office Secret

The half-dark office smelled of stale coffee and her perfume. I locked the door behind the last employee, and Lisa, the waitress from the club across the street, stood by the window in the same little black dress she'd been wearing when she served me cocktails just an hour ago. Her eyes sparkled, her lips parted as she stepped closer.

"You really wanted me all night?" she whispered, running her fingers along my tie.

"The second you leaned over the bar and I saw that dress hug your hips," I said, grabbing her waist. My palms immediately felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

We weren't supposed to be here. After the loud, pulsing disco, she'd just asked me to walk her to her car, but instead we ended up in my office because we both knew—this would stay a secret. Nobody was supposed to know how the waitress and the regular finally gave in.

Her breathing quickened as I pressed her against the desk. Lisa's fingers slipped under my shirt, her nails lightly grazing my stomach.

"I saw the way you looked at me every Friday..." she breathed, biting her lower lip. "I thought you'd never make a move."

I leaned in and kissed her. It was deep, wet, tongues tangling immediately, like we'd been waiting months for this. My hands pulled her dress up on their own. Underneath, just a thin lace thong and a smooth, already soaked pussy. Lisa let out a soft moan into my mouth when my fingers traced over her clit.

"Oh... don't rush," she whispered, but she was already unbuckling my belt. My cock sprang free, hard and hot. She wrapped her hand around it, slowly stroking up and down, spreading the first bead of precum. "God, it's so... heavy. I wanted to feel this inside me back on the dance floor."

I sat her on the edge of the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but we didn't give a fuck. Spreading her legs, I ran the head of my cock along her slick lips, teasing her clit. Lisa arched her back, gripping my shoulders.

"Put it in me... please," she almost sobbed.

I entered her slowly, feeling her tight, hot pussy grip every inch. She was unbelievably wet. We both froze for a second, savoring the feeling. Then I started to move—smooth, deep, savoring every thrust. Her tits bounced in rhythm, nipples hard as rocks under the dress. I pulled the straps down, freed one breast, and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking in time with my strokes.

"Yes... just like that... deeper," Lisa whispered, wrapping her legs around me. Her heels dug into my back. "I can feel all of you... oh god..."

The pace quickened. The desk creaked beneath us. I fucked her harder, but still tender, listening to every moan. She came first—sudden, intense, her pussy clenching around me in pulsing spasms. She got even wetter, her juices running down her thighs.

"Don't stop... I want more," she breathed, barely catching her breath.

I flipped her over, bent her over the desk. The dress bunched up at her waist, revealing her firm, round ass. I slid back inside her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other working her clit. Lisa moaned louder, pushing back to meet me. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, wet squelching, and her ragged breathing.

"I'm about to come again..." she whimpered. "Come with me... please..."

I sped up. Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter and tighter. When she screamed through her second orgasm, I couldn't hold back—I flooded her with hot cum in long, powerful spurts. We froze, trembling, pressed together. Her legs were shaking, my shirt covered in her lipstick marks and sweat.

I pulled out slowly. Cum trickled down the inside of her thigh. Lisa turned around, pressed her whole body against mine, and kissed me—soft, grateful this time.

"This stays our secret?" she asked quietly, looking into my eyes.

"Only ours," I said, running my fingers through her damp hair. "But I'll be waiting for you at the club next Friday... and maybe here again."

She smiled, both sly and tender, and ran her tongue along my lower lip.

"It's a deal."