Office Party Static

The smell of cheap perfume and desperation hit me before I even saw her. Sarah, my neighbor from two floors down, was leaning against the breakroom counter, her tight black dress riding up her thighs as she laughed at something my boss said. Her husband, Mark, was supposedly home with the kids. I’d seen him leave for a business trip this morning.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her eyes catching mine over her wine glass. The look was pure fire. “Didn’t know you worked here.”

I shrugged, my tie suddenly feeling too tight. “Sales. You?”

“Marketing consultant. Just for the quarter.” She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the wine on her breath, the heat of her skin. “Mark’s away. The kids are with my mom.”

My cock stiffened instantly. It’d been months since my wife and I had any real heat, just routine duty fucks. Sarah was different. Always had that wild look, like she was daring the world to catch her.

“You want to see the view from the roof?” I heard myself say, my voice lower than I intended.

She didn’t answer. She just grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the service elevator.

The roof was cold, the city lights blurring below us. Sarah pushed me against the concrete wall, her hands already at my belt. “I’ve been thinking about this since you moved in,” she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. “The way you look at me when you’re getting your mail.”

“Fuck, Sarah...”

She dropped to her knees, her fingers working my zipper. The night air bit at my skin as she pulled my cock out, already hard and leaking. She didn’t tease. She took me deep, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue sliding along the shaft. I grabbed her hair, not gentle, and she moaned around me.

“God, your mouth...”

She pulled off, her lips slick. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

I turned her around, bent her over the railing. Her dress was already hiked up, no panties. Her pussy was wet, glistening under the dim lights. I didn’t wait. I pushed into her in one stroke, her tight heat swallowing me. She cried out, a sharp, desperate sound.

“Yes! Fuck me, fuck me...”

I drove into her, hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips. The cold metal bit into her thighs, but she didn’t care. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. Her moans were loud, raw, filling the empty rooftop.

“You like that, you married slut?”

“Yes! Don’t stop... I’m gonna cum...”

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. She bucked against me, her body shuddering. “Cum for me, Sarah.”

She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around me, milking my cock. That was it. I buried myself deep, my cum pumping into her, hot and thick. She stayed bent over, breathing hard, her fingers gripping the railing.

We didn’t say much after. She straightened her dress, wiped her mouth. Back in the elevator, she looked at me, a small, dangerous smile on her lips.

“Same time next week?”

I nodded, my heart still pounding.

Now I’m back at my desk, the taste of her still on my tongue. My wife texts me about dinner. I type back “working late” and stare at the ceiling, thinking about the roof.