My Office Mate Showed Me Other Pleasures
Carmen and Nuria worked on the same floor of the building, two desks separated by a hallway and a distance Carmen had been wanting to narrow for months. That Friday in July the company had the afternoon off, as every summer, and the whole team had agreed to have lunch at a restaurant near the harbor. Carmen sat beside Nuria without bothering to hide it too much.
They got along well, that much was true. But Carmen had been drawn to her for far more than friendship, and Nuria suspected nothing. To her it was simple camaraderie, hallway chatter, the occasional coffee shared between meetings. She was about to be made to see her mistake.
When lunch was over, while the others were saying their goodbyes on the sidewalk, Carmen stopped her with a gesture.
“Want to have one last coffee with me before you go?” she asked.
Nuria agreed. They chose a small café halfway between their two neighborhoods, one of those places with worn leather armchairs and dim light. They were stirring sugar into their coffee when Carmen’s phone rang. The way she lowered her voice, the half-smile that curved her lips, made it obvious she was speaking to someone who mattered to her. When she hung up, Nuria looked at her playfully.
“Your guy, right?”
“No. My girl,” Carmen replied, winking at her.
Nuria blushed at her mistake, but Carmen reassured her at once.
“Don’t worry, it’s normal you didn’t know. I don’t go around telling everyone, not out of shame, just because it’s never come up. And you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“Honestly, no. I split up with my boyfriend a few months ago and I’m taking some time to myself.”
“Then maybe you should try a woman. You might like it and discover you didn’t need any time to yourself at all,” Carmen said, laughing.
“Don’t be so sure. A while back I kissed a girl at a party. I didn’t hate it, but it didn’t turn me on enough to want to do it again.”
Carmen fell silent for a moment. Her heart was pounding hard. The girl she lived with had gone out that night with some friends and wouldn’t be back until the next morning. The house would be empty. Now or never, she thought. And if Nuria got scared, she could always say it had been a joke.
The sun was starting to tint the windows orange when Nuria checked the time.
“It’s gotten ridiculously late. And I haven’t even let anyone know at home.”
“Let them know you won’t be sleeping there. And follow me in your car,” Carmen said, getting to her feet with the keys in her hand. “Tonight I’m going to show you other pleasures.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She walked out determinedly, got into her car and started it without looking back. Only when she merged into traffic did she see in the rearview mirror that a pair of headlights were following her. Nuria was behind her. Carmen felt a shiver of excitement run through her entire body.
***
The villa was on the outskirts, in a quiet gated community perched above the sea. Carmen parked, left the door ajar, and waited. Nuria arrived a minute later, parked beside her, and followed her into the living room with hesitant steps, as if her body had moved ahead of a decision her mind still hadn’t made.
“Want a drink?” Carmen offered.
“Just water.”
While Carmen filled a glass, she started apologizing for her boldness, but Nuria cut her off.
“Honestly, I don’t know how I agreed to this. But while I was driving behind you, part of me was dying of curiosity and another part… I felt something. I’m going to let myself be led by you.”
“If I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure why I did it either,” Carmen admitted. “Ever since I met you, I thought you were gorgeous. You turn me on so much, Nuria. I have a partner, but we’re in an open relationship. If something like this comes up, we can both enjoy it. So come with me.”
She went up the stairs and Nuria followed. On the upper floor, a huge bedroom occupied the entire corner of the house. On one side, a spacious dressing room; on the other, a door led to a bathroom with a bathtub under a picture window overlooking the sea and a walk-in shower, roomy, with a floor of polished stone.
“Get into the shower,” Carmen said. “But don’t undress.”
Nuria obeyed, not understanding. Carmen stepped in behind her, and then Nuria saw what she had in her hand: a small knife with a narrow blade. Fear flashed across her face for a second, but Carmen caressed her cheek with her other hand and spoke to her very softly, promising nothing would happen to her, telling her to trust her.
With the cold tip of the metal, Carmen freed the first button of the blouse. The blade barely grazed the skin that was left exposed, an icy touch that raised every hair on Nuria’s body. Button by button, she opened the fabric with calculated slowness until the blouse fell from her shoulders.
Nuria didn’t want to admit it, but she was getting aroused. Carmen noticed. She grabbed her hair, wound it around her fist, and turned her firmly until she was facing the wall.
There she ran her open palms over her entire body. When she reached her ass, she kneaded it slowly, and her thumbs traced the center line before her hands moved forward. She found the zipper of her pants and pulled it down so slowly that each tooth sounded in the silence of the shower. They were both aware that the garment was about to fall at any moment, and that waiting was almost unbearable.
The pants slid down to her ankles. Nuria was left only in her bra and thong. With the blade, Carmen went over her body again, pressing just a little in certain places, toying with the boundary between a shiver and the edge of the blade. Nuria was soaked and said nothing; only short sighs escaped her, and Carmen heard them clearly.
Then she cut the straps of the bra and then those of the thong, and both garments fell to the stone floor. Nuria looked at her, confused, but didn’t protest. Carmen slipped her fingers between her legs, moistened them in her, and brought them to her mouth so she could see them, smell them, taste them. Nuria was completely surrendered.
They kissed at last, her back against the wall. It was a timid kiss at first, almost sweet. Carmen held back the urge to move too fast; Nuria trembled with sheer shyness. Then the kiss deepened, hungry.
Carmen pulled away for a moment to undress while Nuria watched her. They were about the same height. Nuria, blonde, with a few lighter strands, had medium-sized breasts topped with two small pink nipples. Carmen, with similar breasts, had hers crowned by darker nipples. Both had firm hips and rounded asses. Carmen turned on the tap, adjusted the temperature, and let hot water fall over them both.
They soaped each other up slowly, hands sliding through the foam, and then rinsed off amid kisses. Carmen put Nuria facing the wall again and began kissing her back, vertebra by vertebra, descending calmly until she reached her ass, which she parted with her hands.
With the tip of her tongue she traced the most sensitive area, slowly, while two fingers penetrated her from the front. With her thumb she rubbed in circles, setting the pace, until Nuria began moving her hips, seeking more. Carmen had fixed a vibrating dildo to the shower floor with a suction cup, and she sat down on it without stopping devouring Nuria. The two of them moved in time with the water. Nuria moaned louder and louder until she exploded in a long orgasm that soaked Carmen’s fingers, and Carmen wasn’t far behind her when she came.
***
They turned off the tap amid laughter and broken breathing, and only then did they realize they were not alone. Leaning in the doorway was a third woman, watching them, with one hand between her legs. It was Sofía, Carmen’s partner, who had returned earlier than expected and had stayed to enjoy the show in silence.
Carmen came out of the shower smiling, grabbed two bath towels, and handed one to Nuria.
“Nuria, this is Sofía, my girl. I think she’s been watching us for quite a while,” she said, then turned to Sofía. “And this is Nuria, my coworker. The one I told you I was dying to get into bed. I managed it today.”
Sofía smiled and followed them into the bedroom. Nuria and Carmen let the towels drop and kissed again, first tenderly, then with real fire. Sofía came up behind them, moved the hair from their necks, and began to nibble them softly, alternating between the two, gradually increasing the intensity.
Carmen lay back on the bed. Sofía gestured to Nuria to position herself on all fours over her and devour her sex as if it were ripe fruit. Focused on Carmen, Nuria didn’t see Sofía fastening a double-ended strap-on harness around herself or kneeling down behind her.
Sofía started by licking her very slowly, tenderly, tracing her whole body with her tongue before moving higher. Sometimes it was only a slow, unhurried graze; sometimes she teased her insistently. Then she brought it all together and sped up the rhythm until Nuria, her mouth still on Carmen, was panting uncontrollably.
Then Sofía straightened up, placed the harness at Nuria’s entrance, and penetrated her centimeter by centimeter. She grabbed a tube of lubricant, let a line of it fall between her ass cheeks, and spread it carefully. She changed the harness head for another one and, holding her by the hips with both hands, penetrated her from behind. The double-headed dildo was filling her too, so every thrust ran through both of them.
Carmen reached for a small vibrator from the nightstand and pressed it against Nuria’s clit. The effect was immediate: she stopped moaning and started screaming, beside herself, shameless. The three of them moved in a single rising rhythm, bound together, until pleasure overwhelmed them almost at once and they collapsed onto the bed in each other’s arms, sweaty and breathless.
Later they showered together, this time the three of them, and the water carried away the laughter and the last tremors.
From that night on, Nuria was no longer just the woman at the desk across from hers. She became the two of them’s regular lover, the secret none of the three of them had any desire to keep.
