The Office Party

The first thing I noticed was her perfume—jasmine and something sharp, like green tea. It cut through the stale air of the conference room, through the cheap wine and the nervous chatter of my colleagues. Her name was Mei. She lived three doors down from me. Her husband, a bulky guy named Derek, was somewhere near the buffet, laughing too loud.

Mei was in a red silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of collarbone. Her black hair was pinned up, revealing the pale curve of her neck. She caught me staring and smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips.

“You’re Tom, right?” she said, stepping closer. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. “Derek talks about you. Says you’re the only one at his office who isn’t a complete bore.”

I laughed, feeling the heat creep up my neck. “He’s too kind.”

“He’s not,” she said, and her eyes dropped to my mouth for a second. “He’s just loud.”

The party swirled around us—a blur of name tags and plastic cups. But all I could feel was the space between us, shrinking. Her hand brushed my arm as she reached for a glass of wine, and the touch sent a jolt straight to my cock.

“Let’s get some air,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

We slipped out to the fire escape. The city hummed below, a distant, muffled roar. The night air was cool, but her skin was warm when I stepped closer. She turned to face me, her back against the railing.

“I saw you watching me in the kitchen,” she said, her voice teasing. “You think I didn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.”

“Good.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “I like a man who doesn’t pretend.”

Her hand slid down my chest, resting on my belt. She didn’t ask. She just unclasped it, her fingers nimble, and I let her. The sound of the metal buckle was loud in the quiet night.

“Mei…” I started, but she put a finger to my lips.

“Shh. Derek won’t miss me for another ten minutes. Don’t waste them.”

She dropped to her knees on the metal grating. The rough sound of her pantyhose against the steel made my breath catch. She unzipped me, her fingers curling around my cock, already hard and straining. She looked up at me, her dark eyes gleaming in the dim light, and then she took me in her mouth.

Fuck. Her lips were slick and warm, her tongue tracing the underside of my shaft. She bobbed her head slowly, teasing, her eyes never leaving mine. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white.

“You like that?” she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot on my skin.

“God, yes.”

She smiled and took me deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed me whole. I felt the back of her tongue, the tight, wet heat of her, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. Her hands came up, cupping my balls, squeezing gently as she sucked.

“Mei, I’m gonna—” I warned, but she didn’t stop. She just hummed, the vibration sending me over the edge. I came in her mouth, hot and sudden, and she swallowed it all, licking her lips as she pulled away.

“Good,” she said, standing up. She smoothed her skirt, her cheeks flushed. “Now let’s go somewhere more private.”

She led me to a supply closet down the hall, pulling me inside and locking the door. The room was dark, filled with the smell of paper and dust. She pressed me against the wall, her hands already on my belt again.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, and her voice was a command.

She turned around, bent over a stack of boxes, and lifted her skirt. Her panties were black lace, already damp. She pulled them aside, revealing her slick, shaved pussy.

“Fuck me from behind,” she said. “Hard.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I lined up and thrust inside her in one motion, feeling her tight, wet heat clamp around me. She gasped, her back arching.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Just like that.”

I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me as I pounded into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the tiny room. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel every inch of her gripping me.

“Harder,” she begged, and I gave it to her. I drove into her, deep and fast, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. She moaned, a low, guttural sound, and reached back to grab my thigh.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

I didn't. I kept going, my rhythm rough and relentless, until I felt her body shudder around me. She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around my cock, and that was all it took. I spilled inside her, hot and deep, my own orgasm crashing over me.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, tangled together in the dark. Then she laughed, a soft, breathy sound.

“Derek’s going to wonder where I went.”

I pulled out, and she turned to face me, her lipstick smeared, her eyes bright. She fixed her skirt, smoothed her hair, and then she leaned in, kissing me hard on the mouth.

“Same time next week?” she said, and she was grinning as she unlocked the door and slipped back into the party.