What We Did in the Office When Everyone Had Left

It had been almost a month since we’d managed to be alone together. Couples who work rotating shifts know that frustration well, but when the relationship is clandestine as well, everything gets three times more complicated. She lived with her nineteen-year-old daughter, and I’d been staying for weeks on a colleague’s sofa because a water leak had left my apartment in the hands of workmen. Finding a chance to see each other outside work was practically impossible.

Our only meeting place was the office. And for several weeks, not even that. Opposite shifts, days off that didn’t line up, on-call duties that overlapped badly. Until finally, one week in April, we ended up on the same afternoon shift for four days in a row.

The afternoon shift had one huge advantage: after six o’clock, the office emptied out. The bosses left, the flow of people thinned, and what was left of us were the usual few, each of us buried in our screen, headphones on and no desire whatsoever to socialize.

Our branch wasn’t big. A main open-plan room where several departments coexisted, surrounded by glass-walled offices. A corridor connected to another symmetrical room at the back. Upstairs, meeting rooms, a break room for the night shift, and a couple of cubicles. Downstairs, the stockroom, the cafeteria, the photocopy room, and the servers.

The first day was innocent. Or almost. Adriana came into my office on the pretext of checking a report. She leaned over my desk and her blouse gave a glimpse of a black lace bra that was no accident. She smelled of that perfume of hers with jasmine notes that threw me completely off balance. When she left, it took me several minutes to focus on the screen again, and several more to get my erection to go down, which had come up just from seeing her neckline and imagining her nipples pressed against the lace.

Half an hour later, I was the one crossing the room to her office. I needed to check some data on her computer, or at least that was the official version. I stood beside her, leaning toward the screen, and my hand brushed hers on the mouse. Neither of us pulled away. I ran my fingers down her wrist, along her forearm, and caressed the inside of her elbow. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh and parted her thighs under the desk just enough for me to notice.

That was how the game began.

***

On the second day, Adriana showed up in a button-front shirt dress. The top buttons were doing their job, but the lower ones seemed to have gone on strike. Every time she crossed her legs under her desk, the fabric opened to show the skin of her thighs and the edge of a peach-colored panty that matched her bra.

My visits to her office multiplied. Absurd excuses: an Excel file that didn’t add up, a question about a supplier, an email that supposedly hadn’t reached me. Every time I leaned over her desk, she slid her hand down my back until it reached my belt. Sometimes lower, squeezing the bulge over my trousers with her open palm, measuring me, weighing me, making it clear she knew perfectly well what she was doing. Short, calculated movements that lasted only a few seconds but left me with a hard, throbbing cock for an hour, trapped sideways in my briefs, impossible to hide without crossing my legs.

I returned the gesture when she came into my territory. My hand found her hip while I pointed something out on the screen. My fingers slid a little lower, brushing the fabric of her dress along the outside of her thigh, inching slowly upward beneath the hem until I touched her hot flesh. She made the contact easier by leaning on the edge of the desk and slightly parting her legs, like someone simply looking for a more comfortable position. One afternoon I managed to slip my index finger under the elastic of her peach panty and touch her pussy from behind. She was wet. I pulled my hand away before things got out of hand, and she turned and pinned me with a look that was both a threat and a promise.

Only one person seemed to notice anything. Lucía, an intern who worked at one of the farthest desks in the room, looked up from her keyboard every time one of us crossed to the other’s office. She watched us for a few seconds, expressionless, and went back to her work. She never said a word.

***

On the third day, things intensified. The brushing became something more deliberate. In the hallway by the water cooler, my hand went over her trousers while she filled her glass, cupping her ass and squeezing the firm flesh through the fabric. She bent slightly at the waist to press herself against me, and I felt my cock harden against her hip. Beside the break room fridge, my fingers slid under her blouse and found her nipples, hard through the bra. I pinched them gently, rolled them between thumb and forefinger, and she held back a sigh and looked at me with narrowed eyes, her mouth slightly open.

—You’re playing with fire —she murmured.

—You started it —I replied.

It wasn’t entirely true, but it didn’t matter who had started it. By then, we were both burning.

Adriana got her revenge with surgical precision. A stolen kiss on the back of my neck when I was seated going through documents, her tongue drawing a short, wet line that made my whole body prickle. Her hand caressing me over my trousers while she pretended to read something on my screen, her fingers tracing the outline of my hard cock from the base to the head, squeezing just right until I let out a groan I had to disguise as a cough. A bite on the earlobe that made me close my eyes and grip the edge of the table while she whispered in my ear what she would do to me if we were alone: how she would kneel, how she would pull it out of my pants, how she would take it all the way into her mouth until I came on her tongue.

When I got home every night, the messages continued. Suggestive photos of her tits pressed against the bathroom mirror, of the space between her thighs with the panty pulled aside and her pussy shining wet, voice notes in a low tone telling me how she was touching herself thinking about me, how she had two fingers inside and her thumb rubbing her clit, how she was going to come saying my name. I replied with short videos of my hand going up and down my cock, of semen spurting over my stomach. Conversations that grew hotter until one of us couldn’t take it anymore and stopped answering for a while. Then we’d come back, as if we couldn’t stop.

***

Saturday was the worst day. Or the best, depending on how you look at it. There were fewer people in the office, which gave us more freedom to move around, but the few who were left started to notice us. Or at least that’s what it felt like. We decided to expand the territory. The coffee machine on the ground floor, the photocopy room, the empty cafeteria. Every corner became an opportunity.

The little pecks of the previous days gave way to long, deep kisses. Adriana bit my lower lip while I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against my body, rubbing my hard cock against her lower belly so she could feel what she was doing to me. Beside the door to the break room, she unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand inside. Her fingers found me hard and hot, wrapped around my cock over my briefs first and then underneath, skin against skin, and for seconds that seemed eternal she stroked me with deliberate slowness, squeezing the base, sliding up to the head, spreading the drop of pre-cum that had already appeared with her thumb. I had to clench my teeth and hold onto the door frame not to moan.

—You’re soaked —she murmured, satisfied, while she kept jerking me off with that slow, perverse rhythm—. If I keep touching you like this, you’re going to come in my hand.

—Stop —I begged in a thin voice—. Stop or I’ll come right here.

She pulled her hand away and brought the wet thumb to her mouth, sucking it in front of me without taking her eyes off mine. I almost came right there, without touching myself.

Near the bathrooms, my hand slipped under her blouse and I pushed up her bra. Her breasts were free against my palm and I felt her breathing quicken. I pinched her hard nipples, tugged them a little, and she arched her back, pressing her vulva against my thigh. I lowered my mouth and caught one of them between my lips over the unbuttoned blouse, sucking through the fabric, biting it carefully until she let out a hoarse moan that she had to muffle against my shoulder. We looked into each other’s eyes and both knew we were at the limit.

My erection was constant, even painful. In any other circumstances we would have ended up fucking in one of the empty offices, with her bent over the desk and me driving it in from behind, but age gives you a bit of sense. If we were caught, we’d be the talk of the company for months. We already had to be careful to avoid the security cameras and the guards who patrolled the hallways more out of boredom than protocol.

But the built-up excitement pushed us to commit the stupidest thing two adults can do in an office.

***

It was her idea. Or mine. I don’t remember anymore. We’d been joking about it all afternoon, half seriously, half as a joke, until it stopped being a joke.

We met in the photocopy room. When I got there, Adriana was already in front of the machine, unbuttoning her blouse with a calm that contrasted with the shine in her eyes. I came up behind her and my hands circled her waist. I started kissing her neck, the curve where it meets the shoulder, that spot that always made her tilt her head to one side.

While one of my hands moved up to her breasts and kneaded them over the lace bra, the other went down to the button of her trousers and undid it. I pulled the zipper all the way down and slipped my hand inside. My fingers slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. She was drenched. Her panty was so wet it was stuck to the lips of her pussy, and as soon as my middle finger pushed through the folds I found her swollen clit, slippery, throbbing like a small desperate pulse. The contact tore a low groan from me that I tried to bury against her neck.

—Fuck... —she whispered, pushing her ass back and rubbing it against my fly—. I’ve been like this all afternoon. All fucking afternoon.

I drew slow circles on her clit, first with one finger, then with two, and lowered my middle finger to the entrance of her pussy. She was so open and wet that it slid in to my knuckles with hardly any resistance. I started pumping her with my hand, curling my finger inside to find that spongey spot that drove her crazy, while my palm kept working her clit with every thrust. She shuddered, grabbed the edge of the copier with both hands, breathing in short gasps, pressing her ass against my cock with every push of my fingers. I slipped in a second finger, and then a third, and felt her inner walls contract, squeezing me hard. She was right on the edge of coming.

But that wasn’t why we’d come downstairs. Or not only for that.

She pushed her bra up with a determined gesture, leaving her breasts uncovered. Big, heavy, with dark erect nipples, shining with saliva because at some point she had sucked them herself without me noticing. She bent over the copier glass, getting herself into position, flattening her tits against the cold surface, and pressed the button. A blinding white light swept across the surface from side to side.

At that exact instant, a fire door slammed shut somewhere down the corridor.

My heart shot up into my throat. I froze, my fingers still shining with her juices. Adriana, on the other hand, reacted with a speed that left me stunned. In the time it took me to blink, she had already pulled her bra back down, buttoned her blouse, and smoothed the fabric. I grabbed a stack of blank sheets that was by the machine and stood there like an idiot holding paper for no purpose at all, with my cock outlined in my trousers and one hand still smelling of cunt hidden behind my back.

A few seconds later, one of the security guards walked past the open door. He was walking with his head down, absorbed in his phone. When he looked up and saw us, he jerked and let out a muffled yelp.

—Jesus, what a scare! I wasn’t expecting to find anyone down here —he said, putting a hand to his chest.

I still hadn’t recovered the ability to speak. Adriana, much more composed, picked up the photocopy that had come out on the tray with a fluid motion, folded it in four, and pressed it against her body, covering the still-unbuttoned button on her trousers at the same time.

—You scared us too. We thought something serious had happened —she said with a naturalness that was bordering on criminal.

—No, no, I saw the light on and came to turn it off. These days nobody turns anything off. Anyway, you never get any rest, do you? Good night. And turn off the light when you leave, please —he said, turning around and going back to staring at his phone as he walked away down the corridor.

I had to sit down on a battered chair in the corner. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples. Adriana fastened her trousers, adjusted her blouse, and tucked the folded photocopy into her back pocket. She looked at me with a mixture of relief and suppressed laughter.

—Do you think he saw anything? —I asked when I finally managed to get words out.

—Not at all. He was more interested in the match than in us. If we’d had the light off, he would’ve walked right past without noticing a thing.

Her explanation convinced me. Or at least I wanted it to convince me. My erection had vanished completely, replaced by an adrenaline rush that made my hands shake.

Adriana leaned against the copier and crossed her arms.

—We can’t keep doing this —she said in a more serious tone—. In my worst period, when I was a complete mess, the company put up with a lot from me. Late arrivals, unexplained absences, whole days when I barely functioned. They never said anything directly, but I know it. There are people who still hold it against me. It would be absurd if, after all that, they fired me for fucking a coworker in the photocopy room.

I nodded. She was completely right.

She came closer and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. Her lips stayed there a second longer than necessary. Then she lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered in a hoarse voice:

—But as soon as I find us a place, I swear you won’t be able to walk the next day. I’m going to suck your cock until you’re dry, and then you’re going to take me to the hilt. In every hole. You hear me?

I could only nod, my mouth dry and my cock waking up again inside my trousers. I waited a couple of minutes, got up, turned off the light, and went upstairs to my office. I didn’t come out again until my replacement arrived.

***

In the car, already in the empty parking lot, we kissed for a long while without saying anything. Her hand found mine and interlaced our fingers, and then guided it to her crotch, pressing it against her jeans so I could feel the heat through the fabric. Her hand found mine and interlaced our fingers.

—We have to find a place —she said against my lips.

—I know.

—Soon.

—I know —I repeated.

We broke apart and each went home. That night, stretched out on my friend’s sofa, I stared at the ceiling for an hour without being able to sleep. I could still feel the heat of her soaked cunt squeezing my fingers, the smell of her perfume mixed with the smell of her sex on my hand, the wet texture of her underwear stuck to her swollen lips. I could still see the copier’s white light sweeping across her bare breasts, her nipples flattened against the glass.

I ended up pulling it out right there, under the blanket, and giving myself a slow, silent handjob reliving every second: her fingers wrapped around my cock beside the break room, her tongue sucking the wet thumb of my pre-cum, her three fingers of the free hand that at some point she’d shoved into her own cunt while I watched her. I came a few minutes later, biting my lip so I wouldn’t wake my friend, semen running over my knuckles and one fixed image in my head: Adriana bent over the copier, offering me her ass, waiting.

Soon, I thought as I wiped myself with a tissue. It has to be soon.