What Happened in the Cove with My Office Coworker

We drove for almost an hour down a dirt track to get away from the hotel where the company had locked us up for the whole weekend. Adrián swore he knew a cove nobody ever went down to, and for once I decided to believe him. We were nothing more than two coworkers who had drunk too much wine the night before and had said things that, the next morning, neither of us dared repeat.

Before getting into the water, I took off my ring and slipped it into the inside pocket of my bag. I didn’t want any souvenir photo to give me away, or for him to start getting ideas that weren’t his to have. At home, two hundred kilometers away, my husband thought I was at a sales seminar. And, in a way, I was.

The sea had that stillness of midday in which the water looks like oil. I swam alone for a good while, letting myself float on my back with my thoughts, until the silence started weighing on me more than the heat. Then I signaled to him with a finger to come closer.

The sun shone on his skin as he walked toward the shore. He was carrying a half-erection that the salt water took care of disguising as soon as he went under up to his neck.

—Welcome to my beach —I said, slyly, while he shivered a little as he stepped in.

—Do you think anyone saw us? —he asked, looking toward the two umbrellas that could be made out in the distance.

—Who? I doubt that among those people’s beach gear there are binoculars —I laughed.

—Yeah, well. —The growl slipped out of his mouth just as he realized I was treating him like a kid.

—So what if it does? —I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts against his back—. Nobody knows us here.

He turned around without breaking the circle of my arms and put his hands on my hips. The shyness with which he held me had nothing in common with the man who, in the office, signed off on six-figure decisions without blinking.

—What does your tongue taste like? —he asked with almost innocent curiosity.

—What do you think? —I shot back sarcastically, pretending to be annoyed by the question after what I had just done to him a few meters away.

—Sorry —he replied, blushing like a schoolboy.

—You taste like me. Try it, if you want —I offered, letting the tip of my tongue peek out between my lips so he could catch it with his.

I took advantage of how close he was to devour him. Our tongues mingled in a fight to see who could go farther. He grabbed my hair with both hands without stopping kissing me, and I gave a little jump to wrap my legs around him and press my pussy against his abdomen. He bit my lip, maybe harder than necessary, judging by the heat that immediately rushed to my face. Under the water, his already hard cock pressed into my thigh and I let out a rough laugh at feeling it.

I like him better like this, when he dares.

Taking advantage of the position, I let myself fall backward, stretching my arms out in a cross and closing my eyes. My chest and face were the only things peeking above the surface. He stroked my belly, navel, and pubic mound, his fingers walking an invisible path until they sank between my lips. He opened me with two fingers and found my clit with his thumb, pressing it in slow circles while the other two slipped inside me, curling upward. A long moan escaped me and dissolved into the still midday air.

—You know your tits are almost exactly like I’d imagined them? —he said, breaking the silence without stopping fucking me with his fingers under the water.

—And when exactly had you imagined them? —I answered, smiling without opening my eyes.

—Come on! What do you think we do in the office gossip circles? Talk about reports?

—Yeah, sure —I said, thinking maybe the question should have been rhetorical—. After all, that’s the only thing you think about from the moment you learn to walk until they bury you. I’m not surprised.

—Look on the bright side. I’m sure you’ve been the inspiration for more than one wank on their boring afternoons. Or at least mine.

—Are you serious? —I replied, this time genuinely surprised.

—If only you knew how many times I’ve jerked off imagining we got locked in the archive all night... And all without leaving my house.

—I’m flattered I served as your muse. Too bad you were so spot-on; you’ve ruined the surprise factor for me.

—Well, not entirely —he answered, sliding his hands down my abdomen until they closed gently over my tits and stole a moan from me that I covered with a smile—. In your head, there’s no way to get anything right that has to do with touch.

He pinched both nipples at once, tugging upward until he made me arch my back in the water. The moment weighed more than the temperature of the sea. Between his legs, another even harder erection rose again, and he couldn’t help rubbing it against the small of my back; I felt the tense head pressing into me, searching for a gap between my ass cheeks.

—I can tell by touch that you like what you see too —I said, smugly, pressing my ass against his cock.

He took my feet, undid the knot I had him tied in, and, lifting them, managed to swing my legs over his shoulders. His hands swam under my body and held up my back to lift me, pulling me halfway out of the water until my pussy was at mouth level. Without waiting, he buried his face between my thighs and started licking me with his tongue flat, bottom to top, as if he were thirsty for me. My whole body trembled. He sucked my clit between his lips, let it go, caught it again, and took it fully into his mouth, drawing on it until I dug my heels into his back.

—Like that, don’t stop —I panted, closing my thighs over his ears.

He ate me without hurry, alternating his tongue with two fingers that went in and out of me under the water. When he felt I was close, he loosened on purpose, leaving me hanging on the edge. He lowered his head and set my legs back against his ass and bent to kiss my neck with his mouth wet with me. He searched with his tongue for the hollow of my collarbone and left me a bite there, careful not to mark me; the last thing I needed was to go home with explanations waiting for me.

He traced my sternum with his nose and his mouth rolled down the cleavage to find what he was after. His lips closed around one of my nipples, bristling in the contrast of cold and heat. He played with it for a while, trapping it between his teeth and drawing the circle of the areola with saliva.

—Taste-wise they’re not bad at all either. You should try them —he said against my skin, bringing one breast up to my face so my own tongue would tangle with his over the nipple.

—I prefer your taste —I replied, pressing his head against me, wanting him to finish devouring me.

I submerged completely to stand up and, holding his cock, I tugged him to force him out of the water with me. I closed my hand around it and pumped a couple of times under the water to see him grit his teeth. I led him by the hand—without letting go of his cock—like someone walking a obedient dog, and he seemed to like it more than he was willing to admit.

Before we reached the towel I stopped him at the shore, where the water lapped at our ankles, and knelt in the wet sand. I looked up at him, with his cock right in front of my mouth, and ran my tongue along the entire length of it, from his balls to the head, very slowly, never taking my eyes off his. I took him all at once into my throat and heard him let out a muffled “fuck.” I sucked him with my lips tight, pulling him out and taking him back in again, making noise on purpose, getting my chin dirty with my own saliva. I weighed his balls in my palm while I kept sucking, and when I felt his whole body starting to tremble, I yanked him out and squeezed the base with my fist.

—Not yet —I told him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand—. You’re going to come when I tell you to.

***

Under our umbrellas, the sand was burning. I ordered him to lie on his back on his towel and he stayed still, waiting, with that mix of impatience and respect I love to provoke. His cock rose against his navel, taut, a thick drop peeking at the tip. I sat astride his thighs without letting him touch me. I wanted him to understand, once and for all, who was deciding the pace of things there.

—Hands off —I warned him when he tried to slide them up my sides—. No touching until I say so.

He swallowed and dropped his arms to his sides. Seeing him obey, him of all people, who in the boardroom couldn’t stand a silence without filling it, turned me on more than any caress. I leaned down slowly and traced his chest with the tip of my tongue, deliberately avoiding the place where he needed it most. I went down to his navel, circled the base of his cock with my nose, breathed over it, and went back up, without touching it. Every time his hips searched for mine, I pulled back a centimeter, leaving him halfway between pleasure and pleading.

I dragged myself over him until the lips of my pussy rested on his cock, without letting it enter. I rubbed it up and down, soaking it with my wetness, feeling the head slip between my folds without sinking in. He lifted his hips looking for me and I rose just enough for him to miss.

—Please —he said at last, his voice rough.

—Please what? —I asked, stopping right where his breath broke up—. Learn how to ask for things.

—Please, put it in —he whispered, closing his eyes—. Fuck me already, fuck.

—There. Better.

And then, when he had no pride left to defend, I grabbed his cock with my hand, lined it up at my entrance, and lowered myself onto him. I took him all the way in, slowly, marking every centimeter, feeling him open me inside bit by bit, watching him clench his jaw so he wouldn’t come too soon. When I had him all the way inside, I stayed still, tightening my pussy around him, and watched him writhe.

I put my hands on his chest and started moving with the deliberate slowness of someone who knows she has all the time in the world and all the power in the situation. I rose almost until I was about to lose him entirely and then impaled myself on him again to the hilt, crushing his balls against my ass. He tried to thrust up from below and I stopped him, freezing every time he dared.

—Stay still —I repeated, giving him a light slap on the cheek that lit up his eyes—. I’m the one fucking.

The sun beat on our backs, the sound of the waves covered my gasps, and salt mixed with sweat in every fold of skin. I caressed my tits over him, pinched my nipples, and brought one hand down to my clit, rubbing it while I rode him. I dug my nails into his chest until I left a mark when I sped up, and he moaned my name as if it were the only thing he remembered how to say. I felt his cock swell inside me, throbbing, and I eased the pace just before he could come. I went back to slow, squeezing him from the inside with my muscles, milking him slowly, until the frustration building up showed in every muscle of his neck.

I held him on the edge three, four times, stopping when his breathing broke, starting again when he managed to recover. On one of those pauses I leaned over him and bit his lower lip.

—Do you want to come? —I whispered in his ear.

—Yes, fuck, please.

—Then hold out. Me first.

I straightened again and increased the pace, this time for me, riding him hard, letting the climax surge through me without restraint. I rubbed my clit with two fingers while I drove him deep and felt pleasure sweep through my entire body, felt my pussy clench around his cock in waves, felt it escape me in a tremor I hid by biting my lip. I came on him without stopping my movement, tightening around him with every spasm.

—Don’t move —I whispered when the last tremor left me—. Now. Come inside.

I held his hips down against the sand so he wouldn’t move even a millimeter from where I wanted him and dropped onto him three more times, very hard, all the way to the hilt. I felt him explode inside me, burst after burst, while his cock throbbed against my walls and he let out a muffled groan from deep in his gut. I stayed on top, still, until the final shudder, squeezing him out with my pussy, enjoying how everything spilled inside me with nothing he could do to stop it.

Only when I was sure he was done did I rise slowly and let his come slide from between my thighs onto the towel.

***

Afterward we stayed silent for a while, catching our breath in the shade. He had that silly smile of someone who thinks something has just begun. I sat up, picked up my bag, and, before anything else, put my ring back on. I did it slowly, on purpose, so he would see me do it.

—On Monday, when you pass me in the hallway —I said, brushing the sand off my legs—, you’re going to say hello to me as if this never happened. And you’re going to do it properly.

—What if I don’t want to pretend? —he asked, still lying there, looking up at me.

—Then it’ll hurt you a lot more than it will me. —I slung my bag over my shoulder and held his gaze—. This was mine, not yours. You were just lucky enough that I chose you.

I left him there, stretched out on the towel, staring blankly at the sea and with the uncomfortable certainty that he would never again be in charge of anything with me. I went back up the dirt track alone, dried my hair with the window down, and, while driving back to the hotel, I surprised myself by whistling.

On Monday, sure enough, he greeted me in the hallway with an impeccable “good morning” and a slightly trembling voice. I smiled at him like any other coworker. No one in that office ever knew that, in an unnamed cove, he had learned what it was to beg.