The Stranger Who Saved Me Ended Up in My Office

Good evening, everyone. First of all, sorry for being away so long without posting. Those of you who follow me already know how it is: I’m a single mother to a two-year-old girl, and between the house, work, and the thousand commitments of the week, writing always gets pushed to last. But today I’m making it up to you with something new, recent, something I lived through firsthand a week and a half ago. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

I usually go to the office three times a week, although when I can I cut it down to two. That day was a Wednesday, with the city blazing at thirty-seven degrees. My mom had picked up my daughter early, so I had the whole morning to myself. I showered without rushing, left my hair damp so I wouldn’t have to fight with the big waves that form on their own when I dry it, put on a black stretch dress, and left. I was planning to stop by the supermarket, three blocks away, and then head on to work.

It was on that stretch, while I was sending a voice note on my phone, that I heard someone whistle at me. I had just passed a guy rummaging through a dumpster. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him look at me and let out a “hey, brunette, what a ripe piece of fruit” that made me twist my mouth on the outside, even though inside I laughed. I’m used to that kind of thing as long as I can remember, so I kept walking like nothing had happened. Until I heard his voice again, this time clearly directed at me.

—Hey, brunette! Hey, stop!

I stopped and turned quickly. He was already three steps away.

—What is it? —I asked curtly.

—Sorry if this sounds bad, but your ass is completely out. I wanted to let you know.

I rested my left hand on my hip, more than anything to play along and get to the bottom of it. But I touched skin. I stroked the lower part of my ass upward and felt how the dress had ridden up practically to my waist. I yanked the fabric down with both hands and turned red as a tomato. I looked at him nervously; he didn’t even flinch.

—No way… —I said—. Thanks for telling me, seriously. I was literally going to work with my ass out. What’s your name?

—Relax, brunette. Nobody saw you, anyway. Tobías.

—Nobody saw me except you —I stressed, still blushing—. Camila. Are you from around here?

—No, not really. I come by every day to collect stuff.

Something about how natural he was struck me as likeable. There was no malice, just a guy who had saved me from a monumental embarrassment.

—Tobías, let me buy you breakfast. Come with me. We’ll have breakfast, and I’ll treat you to lunch later. You really saved me. Maybe I’ve got some clothes or something that’ll fit you.

—All right, brunette. Let’s go wherever you want. I’ll follow you.

I ordered a car through the app right there and we went to the building where the showroom I work at is. We went up the service stairs and straight into my office. I didn’t go through the showroom or say hello to the girls; I needed to change first.

—Wait… you work here? —he said, eyes wide, looking around.

—Let’s say yes.

—It’s huge. I could live inside here.

—Yeah, it’s comfortable —I laughed—. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll order from the café downstairs.

I placed the order, they brought it up to the office, and we sat at the table to eat breakfast while we talked. I asked him about his life, his family, his day-to-day. It was a way to get to know him and, at the same time, not be the center of the questions. I’m private about my life, even more now that I have a daughter.

The conversation flowed on its own. There was good chemistry, we clicked on a lot of things, and the complicity grew little by little, almost without either of us noticing.

—Is it up or did I see wrong? —I blurted out suddenly.

—Haha, sorry.

—It’s nothing bad, don’t apologize. But it seemed like it, and I had to ask.

—Brunette, I started the day seeing your naked ass right in the middle of the street, and now I’m sitting here face to face with you, with those tits spilling out of your neckline. How the hell am I not supposed to get hard?

—You’re flattering me. Point in your favor.

—Are you married?

—Me? No. I separated two years ago. Do you have anything going on?

—No, no girlfriend. There’s a chick I have fun with, that’s all. Does that bother you?

—Me? Not at all. Why would it bother me?

—Because you’re dying to eat my mouth, and probably something else too.

—Excuse me? —I laughed out loud—. Where the hell did you get that?

—You can’t take your eyes off my mouth and you clocked me as soon as I walked in. Your head filled up with questions, didn’t it?

—I’m looking at your face because we’re talking —I protested, convincing nobody—. And I saw the other thing because it was obvious. When you stood up, it came out like a sword.

—Come on… I’m young, but I’ve got years of experience. I can turn you inside out like a sock if you want. No need to pretend otherwise, we’re alone. Nobody can hear us. Want to see it?

I stayed silent for a second, weighing what I was about to do. It had been a long time since I had an active sex life, since the separation. And the guy had saved me from crossing half the city with my ass out without even realizing it.

—Look… —I said at last—. It’s been a long time since I’ve touched anyone. And you got bold at just the right moment. On top of that, you saved me from a huge embarrassment. I owe you something. So… why not?

I got up from the sofa, took a condom from the desk drawer, and moved over to him. Tobías got ready knowing what was coming. He let his pants drop and freed it in all its glory: it wasn’t short, but it was thick, with a thickness I’ve always liked more than length.

—Well? Is it what you like? —he asked.

—It’s nice and thick, just how I like it. Though it’s long too. We’ll try not to kill me.

When I was about to kneel between his legs, he stopped me. He sat me on his thighs. I rested my hands on his shoulders while he pulled my dress up to my waist and smelled my neck slowly, like someone getting to know a territory.

—You smell amazing, brunette —he murmured against my skin—. You have a beautiful face, a sinful mouth, huge tits. I wouldn’t let you go again.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. A long, intense kiss, one of those you don’t forget. He pulled me against his chest, wrapped one arm around my waist, and with the other hand he squeezed one ass cheek. We kissed for several minutes without breaking apart, until I finally did what I’d intended from the start. I slipped down to the floor, settled between his legs, put the condom on the tip, and rolled it on with my lips along the whole length until I felt it bump against the back of my throat.

I started sucking it slowly, carefully, with a delicacy that surely no woman had given him in that situation. He was leaning back against the conference-room chair, legs open, and I was kneeling, doing my job without stopping to breathe. He watched me closely, stroked my hair, my face, sighed now and then. It didn’t bother him that I was doing it with the condom on. I’d been with several guys like him and they’re usually rougher, no limits, not caring about anything. His patience caught my attention, and it let me work in peace.

The minutes passed and I kept going. He didn’t stay quiet, he kept heating me up with little phrases in my ear.

—Look at me having you on your knees, eating it like a goddess —he said—. What it would be if you came to live with me… I wouldn’t let you sleep for a single day.

He didn’t stop. One line after another, and we both got worked up at the same time. It motivated me so much that I opened my mouth wide and took in the lower part too, ran my tongue over it, sucked like crazy. The taste was strong, between bitter and salty, the taste of a body that had spent days under that hellish heat. I hadn’t felt anything like that on my tongue in years. It brought back memories, and so I kept going without flinching, until his gasps started coming more and more often.

—Take your tits out —he asked—. Don’t stop, but I want to see them.

I did as he asked without hesitation. I lowered the straps and left my breasts exposed. I looked him in the eyes; he adjusted himself, stretched out his hands, and took them. He caressed them, pinched my nipples, squeezed, and then noticed the milk.

—No wonder… —he said, fascinated—. Milky tits. I’m going to leave them dry from sucking them so much.

***

He lifted me up suddenly and sat me on the edge of the desk. I rested my hands behind me to support myself. Without thinking twice he took off his T-shirt, lifted my breasts, squeezed them, and caught one with his mouth while the other shot a warm stream against his chest. He took turns between one and the other for several minutes. He licked all over my skin, bit slowly, left marks. I let out moans every time he clenched his teeth; I grabbed the back of his neck with my right hand and pulled him harder against me.

—Like that… eat them… —I panted—. You love them, keep going…

He kept going until he settled between my legs and, with one single thrust, shoved it in to the hilt. My pussy was soaked and even so I still felt how he opened me up.

—Ah! —was the only thing I could say.

It was like unlocking something that had been closed for months. From that point on, a back-and-forth started that never eased up. I held onto the desk, he pressed my hips against the edge, leaning me slightly back, my back just barely arched, taking each thrust. The dress was nothing more than a belt wound around my waist. My breasts bounced in rhythm, and I moaned louder and louder as he picked up the pace.

When the thrusts turned hard and fast, he wrapped his arms around my waist, I looped my arm around his neck, and we kissed several times without stopping moving. Kisses full of tongue, bites on the lips, between gasps from both of us. It had been ages since I’d been fucked like that. After one of those kisses he grabbed my dress with both hands and slammed into me at a pace unworthy of his age.

—Mmm… like that, like that, like that… —I kept repeating, not even recognizing my own voice—. Keep going… fuck, you’re so good!

He took my face in both hands, held my neck firm, and drilled into me like a condemned man. We looked each other in the eyes; lust seemed to have no ceiling. He bit my lower lip, stretched it without slowing down, and within seconds saliva was running from the corner of my mouth, straight down to my chest, over the tits that wouldn’t stop moving. I tried to clench my muscles so we could both feel more, but it was impossible to focus. He was blowing me apart.

I wrapped myself around his neck and started moving my hips to the rhythm he set. We moaned together, already close to the end. We sped up as much as we could until I let out a sharp cry, my nails dug into his back, my legs started shaking, and the desk was left dripping. We kissed again, now soft, slow. A kiss that said we had more than delivered.

***

After a few minutes of caresses I came a little back to reality.

—Unbelievable what you’ve got —I told him—. I don’t know how to describe what you made me feel, but you’re in the top three of the best fucks of my life.

—You think so? I’ve never enjoyed myself this much with anyone. You’re perfect.

—If you put in this kind of performance every day, I’ll take you home to live with me and you can wreck me whenever I feel like it. I don’t need anyone else.

I ordered a couple of smoothies from the café downstairs. One of the waitresses who’s known me since they opened brought them up. I straightened my dress and opened the door just a crack, though there was no way to hide the sweat or my tangled hair. We smiled at each other and she left. As soon as the door closed I took off my dress and ended up as naked as my guest. We drank the smoothies, he on the sofa, me sitting on his legs. The loaded condom, lying on the floor like a war mark, turned me on just from looking at it.

We kept kissing and talking. We laughed a lot, but the tension didn’t go away. His fingers played with my lips, sometimes they slid into me slowly. I moaned softly, for him. I kissed his neck, caressed his chest. He slid his hand up the back of my neck to bring me closer to his mouth and give me another wet kiss. We looked like a couple of years together, and we were nothing more than two strangers who happened to meet at exactly the right moment.

—You fucked me for more than two hours without finishing —I told him—. You looked possessed.

—It’s not normal to last that long on a first fuck. But I’ve never been with a girl like you. I thought I’d last five minutes.

—Good thing you didn’t. Imagine if I’d missed something like this.

—Eat me a little more —I let slip, still hot—. I want to feel your tongue.

I got up, placed my hands on the desk, spread my legs a little, and waited.

—I can’t believe it —he said behind me—. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

He crouched down, caressed my ass, squeezed it, gave me a few soft slaps, and started working me over with his tongue. He did it again and again, without hesitation, getting more intense each time, until I went from standing firm and upright to having my back arched and my heels lifted like in a ballet pose. I was panting without trying to hide it, completely defeated.

—Don’t stop… —I murmured—. You’re killing me.

He kept going until he wanted more, and I agreed without hesitation.

—Second round, brunette?

—Obviously. Please.

He stood behind me, gave me a couple of slaps that set me burning, and a second later, with another condom on, he planted one knee on the desk, grabbed my waist, and drove into me again. I was so wet he slid in effortlessly. He hit bottom and pulled out. He started slow and hard, building the pace little by little, without rushing, until reaching a frenzied point. My ass could be heard slapping against him, he squeezed my breasts and milk dripped between his fingers.

I moaned nonstop, winded as if I’d run a marathon. That guy was a diamond in the rough. He had a strength in his hands that didn’t match his skinny body, he was under five foot seven, and his arms, yes, were surprisingly defined. He kissed my neck, licked my ear, said things in a low voice that I’d rather keep to myself, all of them meant to turn me on even more.

I got on all fours, tired of the previous position, and he climbed up onto the desk with me to keep going. My ass kept making noise with every thrust. Several minutes like that, until he pulled me against his chest, wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my tits, and fucked me hard, both of us kneeling on top of the black melamine. I was soaked from head to toe, hair stuck to my face, breasts covered in marks made by his mouth. Then he squeezed both breasts hard, milk spilling out, and came for the second time.

He settled in sitting, legs open, and took me into his arms. He hugged my waist, kissed my neck, my lips, caressed everything he could, and we stayed like that for a good while, doing nothing but smiling and commenting on what had just happened.

—I still can’t believe how many hours you held out without slowing down —I told him—. You’re not real.

—It was all for you. I couldn’t stop, I wanted to hear you asking for more.

—You got that and then some. You absolutely wrecked me. —I looked at him seriously for a second—. I want you to come here on Friday at the same time. We’ll meet at nine at the building entrance. Sound good?

—Of course I’ll be there, brunette. That ass deserves everything you ask for.

We kissed a few more minutes, got dressed, and went out into the street when there was nobody left in the place. It seemed unbelievable to have lived through something like that, in such an accidental way and for it to turn out so well. We said goodbye and I went to pick up my daughter. Obviously I changed clothes, and I put a T-shirt over my dress so the marks the dress had left exposed wouldn’t show.

I hope you enjoyed it and were able to get into the story. Any questions or comments, leave them here below or send them privately. Huge kisses to you all.