Una noche prohibida en la oficina vacía

The empty office smelled like coffee and old paper. I’d come back to grab some documents I forgot and froze in the doorway of the conference room. There, by the window, stood Anna—the widow of my old coworker. We hadn’t seen each other in almost seven years. Her eyes locked onto me right away: warm, a little guilty, but hungry.

“Jake…” she breathed, her fingers tightening around the hem of her skirt. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I stepped closer. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Anna looked even hotter than I remembered: high breasts under a thin blouse, long legs, a light flush on her cheeks.

“Me neither,” I said, my voice rough. “But I’m glad. Really.”

She smiled with one corner of her mouth and then did something that made my throat go dry: she slowly undid the top button of her blouse.

“You know… I’m a nudist now. Completely. I walk around naked at home, I go to clubs. And right now… I suddenly want to take all this off. Right here. With you.”

Her words hit below the belt. I felt my cock instantly stiffen in my pants. Anna saw it. She licked her lips and stepped toward me, her fingers already opening the next button.

“Are you serious?” I asked, even though my body was already answering for me. My hands reached for her waist.

“Absolutely.” She dropped her blouse to the floor. There was no bra underneath. Her full, heavy breasts swayed, her dark nipples already hard. “Look. Touch. I want you to see all of me.”

I couldn’t hold back. My palms covered her warm skin, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. Anna moaned softly and pressed her hips against mine. Her hands were already unbuttoning my shirt.

“Fuck, Anna… you’re so hot,” I whispered, kissing her neck. The scent of her skin, the faint musk of her arousal—it was driving me crazy.

She let out a low, shaky laugh and tugged me by the belt.

“Get undressed too. I want to feel all of you. Without all this stupid fabric.”

We stripped fast and greedily. My shirt landed on the table, my pants and boxers followed. My thick cock, already wet at the tip, sprang free and pressed against her stomach. Anna wrapped her hot palm around it and stroked up and down, smearing the bead of pre-cum.

“Oh… it’s gotten so big,” she breathed, looking into my eyes. “I remember how you used to jerk off to me at those office parties. No need to hide it now.”

I turned her around and bent her over the big oval conference table. Her firm ass parted, and I saw her smooth pussy, already glistening with juices. Not a single hair—the classic smooth look of a dedicated nudist.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she said, spreading her legs wider. “Right here. Hard. I haven’t felt a real cock in so long.”

I dragged the head of my cock along her wet lips, teasing her clit, then slammed into her all the way. Anna cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. Her tight pussy clamped around me like a hot, wet ring. I started fucking her with deep, hard strokes. The sounds—wet slaps, her moans, my harsh breathing—filled the empty office.

“Yes… like that… deeper!” she moaned, throwing her head back. “Fuck my smooth pussy… I’m yours tonight.”

I leaned forward, cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples without losing the rhythm. Her juices were running down my balls. Suddenly she tensed, trembled, and came hard with a loud moan, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

I didn’t stop. I pulled out, turned her to face me, and lifted her onto the table. Anna spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pushed inside her again, this time looking into her eyes. We kissed hungrily, tongues tangling while I fucked her faster and faster.

“Cum inside me,” she whispered against my lips. “I want to feel your hot cum filling my pussy… Do it, Jake…”

That was all it took. I drove in deeper and started cumming—long, powerful spurts. Cum shot deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Anna came a second time, raking my back with her nails and shaking all over.

We stayed like that, breathing hard. My cock was still pulsing inside her, and cum was slowly leaking onto the table. Anna smiled and traced her fingers over my chest.

“You know… I’ll be coming here more often. After work. If you don’t mind.”

“I’m all for it,” I said, kissing her wet lips. “Especially if you’re going to be that… naked and honest again.”