What Happened with Daniela at the Office Party

I arrived ridiculously late. Friday traffic in December was a nightmare, and the taxi took forever to get through downtown. By the time I finally made it up to the rooftop, the cold had already sunk in, but the mood was buzzing. The open bar had been working for a while, and laughter was bouncing off the city lights.

I went straight for a drink to catch up, and from the bar I looked for my usual crowd. The ones from the trusted chat, the Friday beer crew, the ones I traded memes with in the middle of the afternoon. I didn’t take long to spot them near one of the outdoor heaters.

But my eyes stopped dead before I even got there. They stopped on Daniela.

Seeing her at the office was pure routine: black dress pants, shirts always buttoned all the way up to the neck, and that oversized sweater because the air conditioning left her freezing. Tonight was a different story. She was in profile, glass in hand, wearing a wine-colored dress clinging to her body. That was where my brain short-circuited.

I knew Daniela had curves—it’s impossible not to notice when she stretches to reach something in the file cabinet—but that night’s dress left nothing to the imagination. Being so petite, barely coming up to my chest, her shape stood out twice as much. The neckline emphasized a contrast we never got to see Monday through Friday, and the cut drew out hips that, with heels on, looked next-level.

I walked over with that mix of friendly ease and the curiosity of a man who had just discovered something new.

—Hey, everyone —I greeted the group in general, but I planted myself beside her.

Daniela turned around. She had her usual black plastic-framed glasses on, but the red lipstick and loose hair gave her an air that made my pulse race.

—About time you showed up! —she said, smiling and lifting her glass to clink it against mine—. We were already writing you off as lost.

—Traffic was impossible —I excused myself, then lowered my voice, leaning toward her with the easy intimacy we had—. But the wait was worth it. You look incredible, Dani. Seriously. Saving the best for the year-end party, huh?

I couldn’t help it. My eyes dropped for a second to her neckline and then went back up. She noticed. At the office she would’ve frowned, but there, with a glass of wine in her and feeling comfortable, she only let out a little laugh and gave me a tap on the arm.

—You’ve started already, idiot —she said, but she didn’t stop smiling.

***

By ten-thirty, the open bar was taking its toll. The group slowly dispersed and, without planning it, it ended up being just Daniela and me, standing by a high table covered in empty glasses. The air was getting colder and colder, but the drinks kept us warm.

She had already had several; I knew because her cheeks were red and she laughed at anything I said. The best part was that, with alcohol loosening her up, she had let go of that rigid office posture. She rested one elbow on the table in a way that had me hypnotized.

—Look what they sent in the chat —she said, pulling her phone from her little purse.

To see the screen I had to lean in. She was so short I almost had my head against hers. That’s when her perfume hit me: nothing like office coffee, but something citrusy and sweet, floral. We laughed at some random meme, that conspiratorial laugh you only have with someone you really trust, and when she laughed she turned her face toward mine. We were inches apart.

At that moment a waiter rushed past with a full tray, almost shoving into us. On instinct, I put my arm behind her to protect her and my hand landed on the small of her back. The fabric was paper-thin. I felt the heat of her skin and the exact curve where her back ended. My hand stayed there. I didn’t take it away.

She didn’t move away either. On the contrary, she let the shove carry her and ended up pressed against my side.

—They almost drenched me in wine —she said, looking up at me.

—Relax, nothing’s happening to you here —I replied, lowering my voice.

My hand slid down a centimeter, barely brushing the start of the curve of her hip. A subtle move, testing the ground. She felt the change and went still for a second, processing it. Then she turned her face a little to look me in the eyes. She didn’t pull away, and she didn’t make some joke to break the moment.

—Thank you —she murmured, holding my gaze behind the lenses.

—That’s what we’re here for —I answered, squeezing her waist lightly.

She smiled, a small, relaxed smile, and leaned all the way into my hand. The line between “friends” had quietly been erased.

***

The music guy knew how to read the room and dropped a two-thousands pop-rock classic. The terrace exploded. Half the group ran to the improvised dance floor, and Daniela tugged my arm, laughing, with her embarrassment already dissolved by the alcohol.

At first it was all jumping and singing at the top of our lungs. She looked spectacular, hair messed up and eyes shining behind her glasses. But then the music changed to a slow, heavy beat, the kind that invites you to move pressed together. The dance floor filled up and a group pushed us until we were jammed against each other.

That’s where the height difference worked in my favor. Her face was at my chest level. To keep her balance, she grabbed my shoulders and her arms went up around my neck as she stood on tiptoe. I lowered my hands to her waist by reflex. It was no longer the subtle touch from the table: now my hands covered the whole curve of her hips under the fabric, and slid a few centimeters lower to squeeze her ass over the dress. It was rock-hard, round, barely contained by the clingy material. She let out a quiet gasp against my shirt.

—It’s packed —she told me in my ear, almost shouting over the music.

—Cuddle up closer so they don’t step on you —I replied, using the perfect excuse.

She did as I said. I felt the pressure of her chest against my stomach, an electric sensation. At one point she half-turned to look behind us, ending up with her back to me but without letting go of my arms. She started moving to the slow beat, pressing all her weight against me, grinding her ass against me with a shameless circular motion. The friction hit me all at once and I felt myself starting to harden. My cock swelled against the fabric of my pants, clearly outlined, and she felt it instantly. Instead of moving away, she pushed her hips back and hunted for it, flattening her ass against my erection, grinding it against me to the rhythm of the music. I tried to pull my hips back a little to hide it, but she followed, eliminating any space.

I lowered my head to her neck and ran my tongue behind her ear. She trembled all over.

—Dani... you’re making it impossible for me to keep control —I whispered, my voice already hoarse—. I’m rock hard, can you feel it?

—I can feel it —she answered softly, without stopping—. And I love it.

She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes behind the glasses were dark, dilated. She bit her lip and, instead of pulling away, leaned back harder, pressing her ass into my bulge. Then she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought her face close to mine.

—Tomás... —she murmured.

The tension was unbearable. It had to happen. Daniela stood on tiptoe, stretching her small body as far as it would go, and I lowered my head. It was barely a touch, a quick dry kiss, the kind that asks without words, “Are we doing this?” We pulled apart a few inches. She opened her eyes, a little scared of her own daring, and then smiled.

—Oops —she said, but she didn’t move away.

—Oops? Didn’t seem like a mistake to me.

—It didn’t to me either —she admitted against my shirt—. I think I want another one.

I gave it to her. This one lasted a second longer. Her lips tasted like wine and were warm. The terrace lights dimmed and started blinking blue, leaving the dance floor in intermittent half-darkness. It was the perfect camouflage.

I tangled my fingers in her loose hair and kissed her for real. I opened my mouth and she did the same, meeting me with hunger. It was a desperate kiss, loaded with months of glances at the office. Our tongues found each other, twined together, and I bit her lower lip until she moaned. I felt her moan against my mouth, a sound swallowed by the music. She clung to my neck with force, almost climbing me, because her heels were no longer enough. I took advantage and slipped one hand under her ass to lift her a little, pressing her crotch against my bulge. She let out a muffled whimper and dug her nails into the back of my neck.

—Let’s get out of here —she told me in my ear, panting—. There are too many people. You’re getting me wet, Tomás.

***

I took her by the hand and we left the dance floor. I found what I was looking for: a corner in the hallway leading to the bathrooms, where one lamp was off and the dimness was almost total. As soon as we were in the shadow, I slammed her against the wall.

—You were the one who started it —she said, biting my lower lip.

My right hand moved down decisively. I slid my palm along her thigh, hiking up the hem of her dress, and found bare skin. She let out a broken breath. I went higher, to where thigh turns into hip, and stroked the lace of her underwear. The fabric was soaked, scorching hot, and I could feel it throbbing beneath. I pushed the lace aside and ran my middle finger through her cunt from end to end, slick with her wetness. She slammed her head back against the wall and muffled a moan.

—Look at how wet you are, Dani —I whispered in her ear, sinking my finger all the way in—. Soaked. Is all this because of me?

—Yes... all because of you —she panted, spreading her legs to give me more room.

I slid in a second finger and started pumping them slowly, feeling how her cunt squeezed and sucked me with every thrust. My thumb found her swollen clit and I rubbed it in slow circles. She writhed against the wall, biting my shoulder to keep from crying out.

—Tomás... like that... like that you’re going to make me come right here —she moaned softly, opening her legs a little wider, resting her head back against the wall.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. We froze. I yanked my fingers out and pressed myself against her to cover her with my body, lowered my hand and smoothed her dress, pretending we were just talking. The guy walked by, too drunk to notice anything. When the danger passed, Daniela let out the breath she’d been holding, adjusted her crooked glasses, and looked at me with an expression of absolute desire. I raised my fingers shining with her slick between us and brought them to my mouth without taking my eyes off her. She bit her lip.

—You taste amazing —I told her.

—I don’t want to go home yet —she said, her voice wrecked—. And I don’t want you going to yours either. Get a room, Tomás. Here. Now. I need you to fuck me properly.

I felt a jolt of adrenaline in my stomach. A drunken kiss in a hallway is one thing; making it official at the front desk is something else entirely. But seeing her there, hair tousled and challenging me with her eyes, made my brain stop thinking about consequences.

—Let’s go —I said.

***

We went down to the hotel lobby, which was a brutal contrast to the party: silence, cold marble, and ambient music. At the desk I asked for a room, trying to sound sober even though my tie was undone. The receptionist looked at us, didn’t ask questions, and handed us a key to the fifth floor.

In the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, we ended up pressed against the mirror, devouring each other’s mouths. I slid my hand under her dress again and found her just as wet, if not wetter. She felt my bulge over my pants and squeezed, measuring the hard cock waiting for her.

—It’s huge —she whispered against my lips—. I want it now.

The room smelled clean, with a huge window and a wide bed in the center. Daniela kicked off her heels and sat on the edge. Being so short, her feet barely brushed the carpet, making her look even smaller in the middle of the room.

I stood in front of her, between her legs, and repeated the gesture that had become our ritual for the night: I took off her glasses carefully and set them on the bedside table.

—We’re keeping the party going, right? —I whispered.

She didn’t answer. She launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and slamming her mouth against mine with an urgency that almost made me lose my balance. My hands went up her thighs, wrinkling the fabric of the dress. She was tugging my shirt out of my pants, slipping cold hands under the fabric.

We fell backward onto the bed. Daniela mounted me astride, kissing my neck while her hips moved against mine, searching for friction. She wasn’t the shy coworker from behind the monitor anymore. Through my pants I could feel her grinding her soaked cunt against my cock, marking the moisture in the fabric.

I yanked the neckline of the dress down and her left breast came free. I went breathless for a second. They were spectacular tits, white and heavy, with the pink nipple already hard and pointed. I lifted my head and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the other breast, kneading it, pinching the nipple between my fingers. She threw her head back and buried her fingers in my hair, pushing me harder against her.

—Suck them hard... like that... —she panted.

I nibbled the nipple and tugged it a little with my teeth. She let out a shout and dug her nails into the back of my neck.

—Wait... —she said, drawing in air—. This dress is in the way.

She stood up, pulled the zipper down, and lifted it over her head, tossing it into a corner. She was left in lace underwear only. Seeing her like that, petite but with those curves finally free, was the best sight of the night. The bra barely contained her tits, and the black thong had a dark stain between her legs where her wetness had soaked through.

—Now you —she ordered.

Her hands went straight to my belt. She struggled a little with the buckle, but the moment I heard the metal open I knew she meant it. She yanked my pants and boxer briefs down and my cock sprang free, hard and erect, nearly hitting her face. A surprised little laugh escaped her.

—Oh, look at that... what you had hiding there...

She grabbed it with both hands, measuring it, squeezing the base. She crawled back over me and left me in my underwear. She unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, not taking it off, just opening it.

—I like you like this —she murmured, running her palms over my chest.

She started leaving a trail of wet kisses downward. Her right hand slid over my stomach and closed around my cock. She stroked me in a slow rhythm, pulling the foreskin back and forth, measuring me, enjoying the power she had. With her thumb she spread the drop of pre-cum all over the head.

—So serious in Monday meetings —she whispered, drawing the words out—. And look at you now. All this cock hidden under your pants while I was handing you reports.

***

We finished taking off what was left. I tore off her bra and the soaked thong dropped to the floor. Skin against skin, the clash of her small, curvy body against mine was electric. But she had another idea. She slid down, leaving a trail of kisses over my abdomen, and stopped between my legs. She looked up at me from below, her hair falling over her face, and lowered her head.

I felt her hot mouth envelop me and arched my back, burying my fingers in the sheets. She took my cock to the hilt, so deep I could feel her throat tightening around the head. She sucked me with hunger, without shyness, going up and down, covering it in spit, with a filthy wet sound filling the room. A string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth down to my balls. With one hand she pumped the base to the rhythm of her mouth; with the other she stroked and squeezed my testicles.

—Fuck, Dani... like that, suck me like that... —I growled, grabbing her hair and guiding her.

She sped up, moving her head fast, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowed in. Showing me that the quiet Daniela from the office was another person in bed. At one point she stretched out her arm, grabbed the glass from the bedside table, and held a sip in her mouth. When she went back down, the contrast of cold and alcohol against her warmth sent a jolt through my spine. The tip of her tongue traced circles around the head, slid into the frenulum, and then swallowed me whole again.

She pulled my cock from her mouth with a wet pop and rubbed it over her cheeks, over her lips, smearing saliva and pre-cum all over her face. Then she licked my balls one by one, sucking them while she jerked me off and looked up at me from below. The image was brutal: the shy coworker with my cock on her face, playing with me.

And then, without letting go of me, she lifted her gaze and held my eyes with shameless intensity, seeing exactly how she was making me lose control. She paused, licked her lips, and let out a little laugh.

—It tastes delicious —she whispered—. I could suck you all night.

With a sigh of satisfaction she let herself fall back onto the pillows, spreading her arms and legs, completely uninhibited. I propped myself up between her legs, but I didn’t do anything. I just looked at her. There was the coworker in the oversized sweater, the one who hid behind the monitor, now naked, pale skin marked red at the neck by my kisses, tits rising and falling with her breathing and her cunt open, shining with wetness, lips swollen and clit standing hard and exposed.

—Why are you staring at me so much? —she asked, lifting her head, blushing but proud.

—Because you’re perfect, Dani —I said, and it wasn’t drunk talk—. You’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever seen.

I leaned down, but this time I didn’t go to her mouth. I went down slowly, leaving kisses on her belly, until I reached between her legs. I parted her lips with my thumbs, leaving her clit exposed, and ran my tongue over her with a long, slow caress from the entrance up. She jolted on the bed.

—Ah! —she cried out.

It was her first loud, real moan. She forgot we were in a hotel, forgot the discretion of the office. Her hands dropped to my head, tugging my hair, pushing me harder against her. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked it, while I slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them, searching for that spot inside. She started moving her hips against my face, riding my tongue.

—There... there, don’t stop, don’t stop —she begged—. I’m going to come, Tomás, I’m going to come in your mouth.

I sped up, sucking her clit harder, pumping my fingers faster. I felt her pussy start clenching around my fingers in spasms and her legs began to tremble beside my head. She let out a long scream, arching her whole back, and a wave of hot wetness washed my tongue. She writhed for seconds, her belly jumping, until she collapsed against the mattress, panting. Hearing her like that, knowing I was the one provoking it, lit me up completely.

***

I couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed up, crawling over her sweaty body until we were face to face. She lifted her legs and hooked them around my waist, opening herself completely. I lined up the tip of my cock with the entrance to her pussy and rubbed it a little along her lips, soaking it in her wetness.

—Now... please —she begged in a whisper—. Put it all in.

I pushed my hips forward and sank into her all at once, balls deep.

—Ah! —she screamed, throwing her head back and digging her nails into my shoulders—. Fuck, so big...

She was so tight. Being so petite, I felt her everywhere. Her cunt sucked me in, hot, throbbing around my cock. I had to stop for a second, clenching my teeth so I wouldn’t finish right there. She pulled me down by the neck to kiss me and I started moving, sliding almost all the way out and burying myself to the hilt again. The sound of our skin slapping together, mixed with the splash of her wetness, filled the room. I thrust hard and she begged for it out loud, moaning my name through clenched teeth.

—Yes... like that... fuck me hard, Tomás... faster —she panted, her tits bouncing with every hit—. Put it all in, don’t hold back.

I grabbed one breast with one hand and squeezed it, sucking her nipple while I kept thrusting. I lifted one of her legs and put it over my shoulder, opening her wider, going even deeper. She moaned nonstop, saying incoherent things.

—Turn me over —she ordered with a broken voice—. Put me face down, Tomás. I want you to fuck me from behind.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pulled out with a wet sound and she got on her knees, propping her elbows on the bed, arching her back and sticking her ass out at me. Being so small, she looked tiny on that huge bed, a compact, dangerously well-proportioned figure. I gave her ass a slap that echoed in the room and left the red mark of my hand. She shivered and moaned.

—Another —she begged—. Spank my ass while you’re fucking me.

I gave her another, harder, and took the chance to rub my cock all over her slit, from pussy to asshole and back. I positioned myself behind her, held her hips, and went in again, burying myself in one sharp thrust. In that position I got much deeper, feeling the bottom of her pussy with the head.

—There, there! —she shouted, her voice muffled in the pillow—. More... harder, break me, Tomás.

I thrust without mercy, watching my body slam against her ass with every impact, the sound of skin slaps filling the room. I grabbed her hair from the nape of her neck, tugging it a little, forcing her to arch more. With my other hand I kept spanking her, marking her pale skin red. She shook all over, fragile and at the same time resilient, taking all of me. I ran my thumb wet with her own slick over her asshole, pressing just a little, and she gave a little shriek of pleasure and arched even more.

—All of it, Tomás... touch all of me... I’m yours tonight —she moaned.

After a while she turned with surprising agility and pushed my chest so I’d lie back. She climbed on top of me at once, grabbed my cock with one hand, lined up the tip at her entrance, and dropped down suddenly, impaling herself to the base. We both moaned in unison.

She started riding me with a frantic rhythm. Being so light, she moved with endless energy, going up and down fast, her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her hips, helping her set the pace, slamming my body against hers. She leaned back, planting her hands on my thighs, giving me the full view: how my entire cock disappeared inside her cunt again and again, shining with her wetness, and her swollen clit right above it. I put my thumb there and rubbed it to the rhythm of her strokes. She started moaning even higher.

—You’re going to make me come again... —she panted—. Again, Tomás, again.

I felt her cunt start squeezing me rhythmically, sucking my cock in waves. She collapsed onto my chest, trembling, and kept moving her hips convulsively as she came a second time, moaning against my neck. I felt the pressure climb until it became unbearable.

—Dani... I’m close —I warned her, getting ready to pull away.

She stopped for a second, digging her nails into my chest, and shook her head.

—Stay —she panted—. Don’t pull out. Come inside, finish in my pussy.

That sentence was the final trigger. I held her by the waist with all my strength and drove up from below once, twice, three times, all the way to the hilt.

—Tomás! —she screamed as she felt my spasms.

I came inside her with a roar, feeling my cock throb and pump shot after shot of semen against the deepest part of her pussy. She clenched at the same time, milking me, trembling, squeezing every drop out of me. When she finally collapsed completely, I felt the hot mixture begin to seep between us. I pulled out slowly and a thick strand of semen ran from her pussy down to her thigh.

We stayed like that, her collapsed on my chest, both of us panting, with the hum of the air conditioner as the only sound.

I stroked her sweat-soaked back. She let out a tired little laugh against my skin.

—How am I going to look at you on Monday after this? —she murmured.

I laughed and kissed her forehead.

—With the same face as always, Dani. But you and me? Not anymore.

We pulled the sheet over us to block out the cold. She curled up against my chest and, within minutes, her breathing turned heavy, beaten by exhaustion. I stayed there staring at the ceiling, feeling her naked body against mine, knowing the office would never be the same again. Every time I saw her in the hallway in her suit and glasses, I was going to remember how she looked moaning my name with my cock buried to the hilt.