My Office Mate Showed Me Other Pleasures
She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.
She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.
I could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.
Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.
Of all the women who came to that party, she was the only one I didn’t get to taste. So when her name appeared on my phone the next day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.
Her father was speaking in my ear over the phone while she silently slid my thong down. We knew a single moan could give us away, and that made it hotter.
When I got into her car that Friday, I knew we were no longer going to talk about my future. There was something else between us, and we’d both spent weeks pretending there wasn’t.
I heard her closing her suitcases on the other side of the wall and knew she would leave with the dawn. Barefoot and trembling, I crossed the hallway to the ajar door of her room.
We’d hated each other at the office for years, but that night, with my fourth margarita in hand, her thumb brushed my bare thigh and everything changed.