What Happened at the Office Dinner

The last Saturdays of the month almost always ended the same way: the company rented a hall, paid for dinner, kept the alcohol flowing, and we all pretended that outside working hours we liked each other more than we actually tolerated one another. I went out of inertia, so I wouldn’t seem rude, and because free beer always helped. That night, however, I went with a different kind of expectation, a dirtier one, harder to conceal, because they had seated me next to Lara.

Lara was the coworker I’d gotten along best with for months. We’d never gone beyond coffee breaks, shared jokes, and that strange ease that appears when two people like each other but haven’t said so yet. She was reserved at the office, cautious, even serious at times, but when she relaxed, she had a way of looking at you that seemed to put her hands on you without touching.

They had put us in a corner of the hall, far from the bosses’ table, half-hidden by a decorative column and the noise of everyone else. Between the music, the laughter, and the people already drunk on wine, we could talk without anyone paying attention. It gave us an absurd intimacy for being surrounded by coworkers.

She wore a light-colored blouse, a dark skirt, and her hair tied up simply, leaving her neck bare. She wasn’t dressed up excessively, but that was exactly why she looked even hotter. There was something about that restraint that turned me on worse: big tits held firmly beneath the fabric, hips accentuated when she sat down, lips painted just enough to draw attention without seeming as though she’d planned it.

The first drink loosened my tongue. The second loosened my filters. The third made me stop lying to myself that I could look at her like a normal coworker.

—You seem very quiet tonight —she said, bringing her glass to her lips.

—You look very beautiful tonight —I replied before thinking.

She smiled. Not shyly or in surprise. She smiled like someone confirming something she had already suspected.

—Just tonight?

—Especially tonight.

The temperature in the hall rose as the night went on. Or perhaps mine did. She touched her neck with the back of her hand and undid the first button of her blouse. Then the second.

—It’s fucking hot in here —she murmured.

I nodded and tried not to stare, but it was useless. Between the cleavage she had just opened and the way the fabric parted whenever she leaned toward me, my attention began slipping away on its own. I could see the edge of her bra, smooth and dark, holding full breasts that looked firm. Every time I raised my eyes to meet hers, I realized I’d spent too long tracing her chest with my gaze.

She noticed. Of course she noticed. And instead of closing herself off or pretending to be uncomfortable, she settled more comfortably in her chair, crossed one leg over the other, and tugged lightly at her blouse again, as if airing herself out.

—Is my clothing really that interesting? —she asked with half a smile.

I laughed, uncomfortable and aroused at the same time.

—The blouse is nice.

—How diplomatic.

—I’m not being diplomatic. I’m trying not to be a pig in front of you.

—And is that proving difficult?

I looked her in the eyes. That was when I understood I wasn’t the only one playing. There was no reproach in her voice; there was pure provocation.

—Quite —I admitted.

She opened her blouse a little farther with two fingers, without revealing anything that could give her away from a distance.

—Touch the fabric —she said. It’s soft.

The excuse was so bad it nearly made me laugh, but I placed my fingers on the lapel and brushed the fabric. As I did, the neckline opened enough to show me her bra more clearly and the tight curve of her breasts. I swallowed. She didn’t look away.

—Yes, very soft —I said.

—You’re looking at something else too.

—That too.

She slowly moistened her lips. The noise of the hall disappeared for a second. Or perhaps I stopped hearing it.

—I thought it would take you longer to admit it.

—With three drinks in me, I don’t have much ability left to lie.

—Good. Lies are tiring.

For a few seconds she turned her glass between her fingers, as if measuring how far she wanted to take things. Then she leaned toward me, just enough for her perfume to fill my nose.

—Then tell me the truth —she whispered. How long have you been imagining what my tits look like without that blouse?

I felt my cock harden inside my trousers immediately, almost painfully. I shifted in my chair, looking for a less obvious position, but she lowered her gaze for an instant and noticed.

—Fuck —I muttered.

—That doesn’t answer me.

—Since before dessert.

—Just my tits?

My mouth went dry.

—No.

—That’s better.

She laughed softly, and the movement of her breasts inside her bra finished me off. Then she did something much worse than undoing another button: she slid one hand beneath the table and rested it on my thigh. Not high up, not yet. Close enough to my crotch to make me clench my teeth.

—If just looking gets you like this —she said—, I don’t want to imagine what you’d be like if I let you touch me.

—Don’t tease me if you don’t plan to do anything.

—And who told you I don’t plan to do anything?

My breathing changed. So did hers. Around us, people kept toasting, laughing, and ordering another round, but in that corner there was another dinner, another language.

—Lara...

—Look at me —she ordered.

I obeyed. Her hand moved a little higher up my thigh. Her fingers dug in firmly, testing, staking a claim.

—If you’re going to lower your eyes to my cleavage again, at least do it without pretending —she said. I want to see the face you make.

I did. I looked straight at her tits, the bra hinted at between her open blouse, the skin of her cleavage flushed from the heat. When I returned to her eyes, she was smiling shamelessly, completely different from the cautious woman at the office.

—That’s how I like it —she murmured.

Her hand finally brushed my cock through my trousers. Just a brush, but it was enough to make the breath escape me. It was truly hard, tense and outlined beneath the fabric.

—Fuck —she repeated, now in a lower voice. You weren’t exaggerating.

—You shouldn’t keep touching me if you want me to get up from here without making a fool of myself.

—Maybe I don’t want you to get up yet.

She stroked me slowly, barely with her fingertips, following the outline. I had one hand gripping the chair so I wouldn’t do something crazy right there. I could feel my pulse in my throat.

—Tell me to stop and I’ll stop —she said.

—Don’t you dare stop.

She smiled again, satisfied. Beneath the table, my hand sought her knee. She parted her legs slightly, giving me permission. I moved up her thigh slowly, finding warm skin beneath her skirt. When I reached the edge, I stopped.

—Are you wearing underwear? —I asked.

She leaned in until her lips almost touched my ear.

—Find out.

I slipped my hand inside. She was wearing thin panties, already wet. Very wet. The discovery released a muffled moan that I had to turn into a cough so no one would look over. She let out an almost cruel little laugh.

—That’s what you get for acting so proper —she whispered.

I stroked her pussy through the fabric, feeling how she reacted immediately, how she squeezed her legs together and then opened them again to give me better access. Her nipples were beginning to show through her blouse.

—You’re soaked —I told her.

—And you’re hard as a rock. We’re even.

Dessert ended, people began moving around, and someone shouted that there was an open bar on the terrace. It was the best interruption possible. Amid the disorder, scraping chairs, and coworkers getting up, she gently but firmly pulled my hand away and stood.

—Come with me —she said.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She walked toward the interior of the venue, away from the terrace and the music. I followed, trying to look sober and normal while my cock throbbed inside my trousers. She crossed a corridor, turned beside a service kitchen, and opened a door leading to a small staff break room, empty at that hour.

As soon as she closed it, the lock sounded like a provocation.

We stared at each other for half a second. The next moment I had her against the door, kissing her with all the tension that had built up over months and during that last hour of games at the table. She answered with the same hunger. It wasn’t a pretty or delicate kiss: it was a collision of mouths, tongues, and teeth, broken breaths, and desperate hands.

—About fucking time —she growled against my mouth.

I slid one hand inside her blouse and finally grabbed one of her tits. Full, heavy, hot. She let out a hoarse moan and arched her back when I squeezed her nipple between my fingers.

—So this is what you’ve wanted since those morning coffees, huh? —I said, nibbling at her neck.

—I wanted this and quite a bit more —she replied, putting her hand inside my trousers to grab my cock through my boxers. Fuck, it’s huge when you’re horny.

—And you’ve spent weeks teasing me without saying anything.

—Because I wanted a day like today to arrive, when you’d fuck me hard.

That sentence shattered what little control I had left. I tore her blouse open enough to expose her bra. I pulled it down along with one cup, freeing a round breast that practically sprang into my hand. I bent down and sucked it without hesitation, taking her nipple into my mouth while massaging it roughly.

—Ah... yes, fuck, like that —she panted.

I brought my other hand between her legs. I moved her panties aside and found her pussy open and slippery. I thrust in one finger, then two. She grabbed my shoulders and threw her head back, hitting the door.

—Jesus... —she breathed. Don’t go so slowly now.

I moved my fingers inside her, thrusting in and out firmly while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb at the same time. Her whole body reacted: she writhed, opened wider, sought out my hand. Wetness ran down her thighs.

—Look at you —I told her. A little while ago you were acting shy, and now you’re dripping all over my hand.

—Shut up and keep going —she moaned. Or fuck me already.

I knelt in front of her without giving her time to do anything. I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her thighs, and left her pussy completely exposed to me. She raised one leg and rested it on a nearby chair. I saw it up close: swollen, glistening lips, parted with arousal.

—Fuck, Lara...

—Eat. Don’t admire.

I buried my face between her legs and licked her from bottom to top, slowly on the first pass so I could savor her properly. She cried out and gripped my hair hard. The second time I went straight for her clitoris, licking it with the tip of my tongue while spreading her lips farther with my fingers. She trembled.

—Don’t fucking tease me... —she panted. Keep doing that, exactly like that.

I began eating her pussy hungrily, alternating long licks with short sucks on her clitoris. Then I pushed two fingers inside her again, curling them, and knew from the way she tightened around them that she was close. Her moans no longer sounded restrained; they came out raw and disordered, crashing against the walls of the little room.

—If someone comes in, fuck them —she said between pants. Don’t stop.

I sucked harder while my fingers fucked her inside. Her body suddenly went taut. She pulled my hair and came in my mouth with a broken moan, moving her hips against my face, squeezing my tongue between the lips of her pussy. I kept licking her through the spasms, gathering everything, until she had to push me away from sheer overstimulation.

—Fuck... fuck... —she kept repeating, breathing in shudders.

I stood and kissed her. She tasted her own flavor in my mouth, and her eyes gleamed, still clouded by orgasm.

—Now you —she said.

She opened my trousers with an urgency that was anything but elegant, lowered the zipper, and pulled out my cock. She held it with a mixture of curiosity and need, running her hand up and down it before spitting into her palm to make it slide more easily.

—You’ve been wanting me to touch this all night —she murmured.

—And you’ve been wanting to swallow it all night.

—Don’t get cocky.

She crouched and took me into her mouth in one motion, as far as she could. My whole body shuddered. The way she sucked had nothing in common with her reserved attitude at the office: direct, dirty, confident. She licked the tip with her tongue before swallowing me again, squeezed the base with one hand, and set the pace while looking up at me from below, as if she enjoyed watching me lose my composure.

—Fuck, that mouth... —I gasped.

She answered with a moan around my cock, vibrating against me, and nearly made me come right there. I pulled out for a moment so I wouldn’t finish in thirty seconds.

—No —she protested, straightening up. Don’t come yet. I want to feel it inside me.

I turned her around and bent her over the small table beside the coffee maker. I hiked up her skirt and moved her panties aside. She was wet again, open, eager. I ran the tip of my cock over her pussy, rubbing it between her lips to coat it more thoroughly. She pushed her ass back, seeking me.

—Put it in already —she ordered. Don’t make me beg.

I gripped her hip with one hand and guided myself to her entrance with the other. I pushed in slowly at first, feeling her open for me, hot and tight. When I was fully inside her, we both made a filthy, almost animal sound.

—Fuck... —I murmured, staying still for a second to enjoy it. What a pussy.

—One that had been waiting for you for far too many weeks —she said through her teeth.

I began fucking her with firm thrusts, each one longer than the last. The table creaked against the wall. She braced herself on her forearms and offered me more of her ass while I drove into her again and again, pulling almost all the way out before burying myself in her once more. The wet sound of our movement filled the room.

—Like that... like that, don’t stop —she panted. Harder.

I grabbed one of her tits over her disheveled blouse and kept pounding her harder. Her ass bounced against my pelvis, and the sight turned me on even more. Every thrust drew little moans or curses from her mouth.

—I wanted to fuck you from the first day I saw you walk across the office —I told her, leaning over her.

—Then you’ve had a fucking lot of patience —she replied. More, fuck, more.

I tightened my hand at the nape of her neck and increased the pace. I was truly fucking her, without restraint, just as we had both wanted since she closed the door. Her pussy squeezed me every time I changed the angle. I lowered one hand and found her clitoris, rubbing it while I kept thrusting. She screamed.

—There, there, don’t stop.

I knew she was getting close when her legs began to tremble. I lifted her slightly, slid my hand between her legs, and continued stimulating her while penetrating her quickly, steadily, hard. She thrust backward, seeking deeper penetration, more friction, more punishment.

—I’m going to come again —she warned in a broken voice.

—Do it. Come on my cock.

She came, shaking all over, squeezing me inside her with a force that clouded my vision. I used that squeeze to pull out for a moment and turn her around. I sat her on the table, spread her legs wider, and pushed inside her again from the front. We looked into each other’s eyes just as I buried myself in her once more.

—This is how I wanted to see you —I said.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and began receiving me with her whole body, barely rising and lowering herself to find the impact more perfectly. From that position I could see her face, her tits half out of her bra, her open blouse, her heaving chest. It was an indecent and perfect sight.

—Fuck me —she said plainly. Fuck me until I can’t walk back into the hall as if nothing happened.

I obeyed. I drove into her with short, deep thrusts, feeling her take me in and release me. She scratched my back, bit at my lips, and whispered filthy things in my ear between pants.

—It turns me on to think that twenty minutes ago we were toasting with everyone —she said. And now you have me spread open on this table like a whore.

—Like the whore who was teasing me under the table.

—Yes... fuck, yes... your whore tonight.

That sentence pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her thighs and sped up even more. The sound of our bodies colliding was obscene. My breathing was already ragged. She noticed and squeezed me with her legs.

—Don’t pull out yet.

—If I keep going like this, I’ll come inside you.

—Then come wherever you want, but don’t stop until the very last second.

I drove into her a few more times, with desperation that was almost blind by then. Then I pulled out in time, grabbed my cock, and came over her stomach and the upper part of her skirt, with a long release that made me bow my head and grunt. She looked at the cum, then at me, and smiled in satisfaction, still panting.

We remained silent for a moment, catching our breath. Outside, the party was still going on, distant, as though it belonged to another night and other people. She climbed down from the table, cleaned herself with some napkins from the cabinet, and helped me straighten my trousers.

—We have to go back —she said.

—After this?

—After this, yes. And we’re going to sit down as if nothing happened.

She kissed me one last time, shorter and more intimate. Before opening the door, she straightened my shirt collar and smiled with a new shamelessness.

—But tomorrow at the office, don’t look at me like that in front of everyone —she warned.

—Like what?

She leaned toward my ear.

—Like you remember how I came in your mouth and how you left my cock desperate with wanting you.

I let out an incredulous laugh. She opened the door and became the calm coworker she had always been again, the one no one would have imagined moaning against a service table. I went out behind her, trying to recover the face of a normal employee.

When we returned to the hall, one of the coworkers raised his glass and shouted that people were missing for the final toast. Lara took a glass from a tray, glanced at me for barely a second, and clinked it against mine.

—To confessions that arrive late —she said quietly.

I drank without taking my eyes off her.

And to the ones that, once they begin, there’s no way to stop.