The Photos from My Neighbor Trapped Me in the Office

Mariana stepped into the elevator with her mind already on another day just like all the rest. Halfway down, the doors opened and Carolina got in, dressed up for a party that had already ended: her hair loose, the previous night’s makeup still intact, and a simple dress that clung to her body.

“Hi, Carolina. Weird to see you this early. Just got up?” Mariana asked.

“No, no…” the girl let out a little laugh. “I still haven’t gone to bed. I was out partying all night with a friend. Dante joined us too. It was incredible.”

“Dante? I didn’t hear anything in the hallway last night.”

“We didn’t come here. We ended up at a hotel.”

“Your friend too?” Mariana’s eyes widened.

“Her too. That’s why it was so much fun. We had a great time, the three of us.”

“I’m glad for you. It’s good to let loose once in a while.”

“And you? Have you had any fun lately? With the neighbor you’ve got, you should be having a very good time.”

“I already told you Dante doesn’t do it for me. He even scares me a little… his size.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just that…” Carolina glanced at her sideways. “Hey, you never texted me again. You promised you’d tell me the new gossip and send me photos, and nothing ever came.”

“Oh… do you really want them? I didn’t send anything because I thought it might make you uncomfortable. I brought up those photos when I was turned on and I thought you were humoring me so I wouldn’t look foolish.”

“After that conversation, I was dying to see them,” Mariana admitted. “And I thought maybe someday we’d get together and do something. Chat, go out for a drink. As long as it doesn’t involve ‘having fun with Dante,’ if you know what I mean.”

Carolina smiled.

“It’s nice that you’re genuinely interested. I felt bad; I thought I’d acted like a pointless little hornball with you.”

“Just a little bit,” Mariana laughed. “But it helped break the ice. Send whatever you want whenever you want—I’ll look at it calmly when I get back from work.”

“Great. And… just to make sure. Can I send you photos of anything?”

“Send whatever you want. I’m not going to be scandalized by anything.” Mariana’s lip trembled slightly as she said it. Deep down, she wasn’t interested in the raunchy photos; what she wanted was a friend she could talk to about intimate things without filters. “On the contrary, it makes me happy that you trust me.”

“Oh, thanks. It’ll do me good to share this with someone.” Carolina kissed her on the cheek, and when the elevator opened, they each went their own way.

***

Mariana’s phone vibrated all morning. She ignored it: Carolina’s messages could wait until the end of the day. But around ten, one of those dead hours she hated so much opened up.

She was efficient, too efficient. Eight hours were almost always too many, and that left her with free time she didn’t know how to fill. Saying she had nothing left to do was worse than pretending otherwise: they would immediately dump other people’s work on her. So she learned to disappear inside her office, a tiny room but hers, where nobody bothered her.

After five minutes of boredom she remembered the messages and opened them. She assumed she’d find something steamy, but it didn’t worry her: she was alone, the door was closed, and she could do whatever she wanted as long as nobody walked in.

The first images left her breathless. She had told Carolina to send her “whatever,” thinking of photos of Beatriz’s gossip, or maybe of the party. She never imagined that “whatever” would include photos of Carolina herself, completely erotic. They weren’t pictures with Dante or of her encounters with the friend. They were the kind of photos a girl sends the guy she likes to keep him hard.

Carolina had a privileged body, younger, firmer. Mariana felt a pang of envy: she sweated through hours at the gym to keep her ass in shape, and that girl could go weeks without running and her butt would still be just as round and solid. In several photos she posed from the front and the back, showing how the tiny thongs outlined her sex; in others, close up or reflected in a mirror, she put her whole body on display. She thought that the night the girl had slept in her bed she hadn’t noticed how pretty she was.

She didn’t understand why those images were turning her on. That an attractive woman had magnetism, that she accepted. What she couldn’t wrap her head around was why she was getting so wet watching a video of Carolina touching herself. She ended up blaming two things. The first: she was looking at this in the worst possible place, her office, and that risk awakened a kind of perversion in her she hadn’t known she had.

The second reason was more tangled for her heterosexual mind: Carolina seemed to be dedicating the video to her. As if she were saying, “look, Mariana, this is how I touch myself thinking about you.” She knew it wasn’t true, that the recording was old and meant for someone else, but her mind played with the idea, and the idea excited her more than she would have wanted to admit. If someone masturbates over me, that feeds my ego. Surely Esteban, her boyfriend, when he watched porn fantasized that those women were touching themselves for him. She had the same right.

She also didn’t mind that Carolina’s friend joined in the poses. She didn’t remember her name: her small tits with swollen nipples, her wasp waist and athlete’s legs were enough for her. Seeing her from behind, pulling her ass cheeks apart in front of the camera, was enough to understand she was very hot.

Without realizing it, Mariana had started stroking herself over the tight jeans she’d put on that morning. The images got hotter and so did her fingers. She watched the two girls kissing naked, until the first long video came on: Carolina dove between her friend’s legs and devoted herself to licking her with a hunger Mariana didn’t know she had in her.

Wow, she went for it. I can’t believe it. She popped the button on her pants. Something in that video pushed her to slip a hand inside, and it took nothing to confirm what she already knew: she was drenched.

She had never before been crazy enough to touch herself at work, or to watch porn there. But she was doing it, without thinking. The wank became more urgent when the two girls appeared taking turns sucking Dante: they could barely get the tip in their mouths, the rest stayed outside. When Carolina had told her about the threesome, Mariana had already imagined the two of them would give in sooner or later.

She was settled in comfortably, her phone propped on the stand she used for work, one hand on her chest and the other between her legs, almost as if she had prepared the scene.

And then the door opened.

Mariana nearly had a heart attack. Her whole world froze when she saw Aníbal Vergara, her boss, walk in.

In a clumsy reflex she tried to pull her hand out of her pants, but the fabric was too tight and her fingers got trapped. She did manage to remove the other hand from her chest, though in doing so she left her shirt more open than it should have been. She had unbuttoned the first buttons to touch herself freely, and part of her white lace bra was showing, right on the edge of her nipples.

Aníbal smiled at her, as he did with everyone, but the smile faded when he noticed something didn’t fit. It wasn’t just the neckline; he had seen her show off her body before. It was something else he couldn’t quite identify.

Luckily for her, the desk protected her: from the waist down, he couldn’t see a thing.

“Hi, Mariana. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Hi, Aníbal. Yes, everything’s fine. Why?” She spoke with a forced smile while trying to free her hand. The worst part was that two fingers were still deep inside her. She was literally talking to her boss with her fingers inside her. But any sudden movement would give her away, so she chose stillness and prayer.

“You’re sweaty… and flushed, as if…” as if I’d been wanking myself off, she completed in silence, “as if you’d been out running.”

“I took the stairs faster than I should have looking for a folder downstairs. Sometimes I overestimate my physical condition.”

“Those stairs are hell,” he said, and sat down in front of her with a smile he had practiced a thousand times in front of the mirror.

Mariana was irritated that half the floor sighed over that guy. Sure, he had a good body, broad shoulders and black hair styled with studied carelessness; at fifty, if not for the gray, he could have passed for thirty-five. Attractive, she didn’t deny it. But she didn’t want to be one more in the herd drooling over him.

Aníbal began asking her about the task she had in hand. She answered making a monumental effort not to gasp, with her fingers getting wetter and wetter and her thumb that, no matter how much she ordered it to stay still, kept rubbing her clit. Stay still, Mariana. Stay still. Worse still, the phone screen was still lit, looping Dante fucking the two girls doggy-style on a couch.

While he kept up the work chatter, she nodded, trying to control her breathing. It was obvious the man was looking at her cleavage, and that worked in her favor. Yeah, look at my tits and don’t look anywhere else. As long as he stayed hypnotized up top, he wouldn’t notice what was happening below. To keep his gaze exactly where she wanted it, she pushed her chest out like a stage showgirl, her nipples outlining themselves beneath the thin shirt.

“All right, Mariana. Email me the report I asked for and I won’t steal any more of your time.” Aníbal stood up, took one last look at that scandalous neckline, and smiled. “Looks like the stairs left you hot, you’re sweating. We’ll talk later.”

When she was alone, Mariana wanted to pause the video and, by mistake, slid her finger across the screen. That launched the next clip. A mistake.

Now Carolina’s friend was lying on her back, legs wide open, taking Dante while Carolina herself licked her clit. Mariana wondered what it would feel like to have someone sucking you while you were being penetrated. She had tried those two things separately, never together; it must be devastating. Her fingers kept moving on their own, like an automaton. She had simply stopped thinking.

In the video, Carolina alternated between her friend’s pussy and Dante’s cock, and it was during one of those blowjobs that Mariana got the surprise: a white jet shot out and landed in Carolina’s mouth, which received it happily. She didn’t manage to swallow it all, so part of it splashed onto her friend’s pussy, and she cleaned it off afterward with her tongue.

Mariana couldn’t have explained why that scene turned her on so much. But there was something in Carolina’s surrender that felt magnetic. It was hard to believe that a neighbor she ran into in the elevator would do these things. She thought those things only happened in movies, and everything seemed taken from one, except that behind it there was no production company. Just three people with a lot of desire.

Driven by a heat she had rarely felt, she committed another madness. Instead of pulling her hand out, she lowered her pants and thong to her ankles. She spread her legs, leaned back in the chair, and plunged her fingers into herself with gusto. She also groped her breasts and let the left one slip free of her bra until the nipple popped out.

She enjoyed several minutes of uninterrupted pleasure. She could feel the temperature rising in the little room and her wetness about to stain the chair’s vinyl. I’m a mess, she told herself, laughing to herself. The whole situation felt dangerous and for that very reason delicious. Her confidence came from the absurd certainty that no one would interrupt her now. Her chest rose and fell, sweat ran down her forehead, and she was getting closer and closer: her body had already started trembling, announcing a huge orgasm.

Just then the door opened again.

Mariana’s heart shot up into her throat. She thought this time there was no escape, that she had been caught in the act and that she was done for.

Aníbal had come back, and this time he was with Gerardo Solís, the head of accounting. A gray man with a kind smile and very neat short hair, who looked at her through glasses that seemed to cloud over for seconds at a time.

“As I was saying, Gerardo, next semester’s profits depend on…”

The smile on both their faces disappeared when they saw that Mariana, besides being sweaty, had one breast almost out of her bra and the other about to follow, her cheeks flushed and her face strained.

“Are you feeling all right, Miss Aguilar?” the accountant asked, adjusting his glasses to get a good look at that breast peeking out. “You seem… ahem… ill.”

“You’re very sweaty, Mariana, and I doubt it’s from the stairs,” Aníbal said. “What’s wrong?”

Mariana’s mind raced. Those men couldn’t see what was happening under the desk, nor did they know how close she was to coming. If she was clever, she could get out of this.

“Sorry, Aníbal… I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want you to send me home, but I feel terrible. I think I have a fever and… uff…” two fingers moved a millimeter and that was enough to bring her one step closer to the explosion. “My ovaries hurt so much. I don’t know what it is.”

“Should we call a doctor?” Gerardo asked, taking a step with a clear intention of going around the desk.

“Don’t come any closer!” she exclaimed. Both froze in place. “Just in case. Maybe I’ve got something contagious. A little… ah… mmf… rest should be enough.” Those moans were unmistakably sexual, but if they thought she was sick, they’d hear them as cries of pain.

“Then go home and rest,” Aníbal said. “You’re worse than you think. Don’t rule out seeing a doctor.”

“Worse?” Mariana realized he meant the breast slipping out of her bra. Poor thing, she’s so bad off she doesn’t even realize her tits are showing. “Maybe… I’m a little dizzy… ahh…” She ran her hand over her sweaty neck and down to her free breast with her eyes closed, giving herself the appearance of someone delirious with a fever. Below, her fingers would not obey her.

“Oh… uf… how it hurts,” she said, because that was the only thing that could justify those gasps. A spasm shook her and she had no choice but to let the pleasure out in silence. “I promise I’ll go to the doctor. God… ah…”

She pushed her chest out to keep both their eyes up where she wanted them. It worked: both were following the rise and fall of her tits, hypnotized. She tucked her feet well under the chair so her clothes wouldn’t get wet, which forced her to open her legs wider. A button on her shirt gave way, unable to withstand the pressure, and the two men recoiled in alarm.

Mariana bit her lip, shuddered, and let the orgasm sweep through her completely, moving her hand with as much discretion as possible. When she managed to get some air back, she leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk.

“Could you leave me alone for a while?” she asked, in a desperate attempt. She wouldn’t be able to fake it much longer.

“Come on, Gerardo. Miss Aguilar needs privacy,” Aníbal said. “Mariana, we’ll give you ten minutes. If you don’t come out, we’re coming in and calling an ambulance.”

“Crystal clear… yes…” she murmured between gasps. “If I can get out under my own power, I’ll take a taxi and go straight home.”

“Take a very cold shower,” Gerardo recommended, not taking his eyes off her chest and with a bulge in his pants he could no longer hide with the folder. “Your face is very red.”

The two of them left the office and, at last, she was alone. She freed her feet from her pants, planted them on the desk in a shameless gesture, and, knowing the office noise would cover everything, allowed herself to gasp and come once more, until her body told her enough was enough. Then she stopped dead.

She caught her breath, sprang to her feet, and acted fast. With disposable tissues she wiped down the desk and the chair; she couldn’t do much about the rug, until the perfect excuse came to her. She got dressed, put the phone in her bag, and darted out before her boss could poke his head in. Aníbal was waiting outside, looking worried, and took another quick look at the cleavage, which was still showing through because she had splashed water on her face before leaving.

“I think I got the rug wet, sorry,” she apologized. “I needed to cool off.”

“Don’t worry. You did the right thing; it’s obvious you have a fever.” His hand came up, trying to touch her forehead. She dodged it in time.

“I’d better go home and take a cold shower. I’m very hot…” The double meaning amused her. “No need to order me a taxi; I already called one.”

That was a lie. All she wanted was to get to the parking lot, get into her car, and go home. And that’s what she did.

On the way home she felt awful. She had acted like a horny little thing without thinking through the consequences, because of Carolina and Dante. To make matters worse, she had left work unfinished, and to keep up the lie she would have to take the rest of the week off. A lot of people would celebrate five days of rest. Mariana wouldn’t: she hated free time, never knew what to do with it.

She had a long weekend ahead of her, weighed down by guilt.