What Happened in Those Offices Was Just Between Us

I’d been cleaning that office building for three years and nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened to me. Thursdays are the slowest days: two or three people stay late, the hallway smells like stale coffee, and the only noise is the keyboard of some straggler who doesn’t want to go home. That particular Thursday afternoon was different from every one before it.

I pushed the cart to the end of the corridor and knocked on the corner office door with my knuckles. Valeria worked there. I’d known her by sight for months: early thirties, chestnut hair to her shoulders, married to Rodrigo, one of the department heads. That day she was wearing a burgundy wrap dress with a fairly generous V-neck and glasses I almost never saw her in. They gave her a different look, more serious, more focused, but also something I couldn’t define at the time.

—Come in, go ahead —she said without looking up from the screen.

I went in with the bucket and started working from the far end of the office. I was emptying the trash bins when I realized her shoulders were completely hunched, almost up to her ears. Her posture said more than any complaint could have.

—Are you okay? —I asked without thinking too much about it.

She sighed slowly and leaned her back against the chair.

—I’ve spent a whole week on a project that won’t come together and my neck is completely wrecked —she replied.

—If you want, I’ll give you a massage —I offered—. I’ve got strong hands and five minutes.

Valeria looked at me for a moment from behind her glasses, weighing the offer, and then let out a small laugh.

—That would be wonderful —she admitted.

I stood behind her chair and placed my hands on her shoulders. She was wearing that wrap dress with the V-neck, and from that angle I had a direct view of her tits. I couldn’t help it. They were round, firm beneath what the fabric hinted at, and the dark lace of her bra was just barely visible at one side, letting me see the dark rise of a nipple pressed against the cloth. I felt a wet heat go straight down to my cunt.

I kept massaging her, pressing with my thumbs along the sides of her neck. She closed her eyes and started breathing more slowly. When I slid my hands toward her collarbones, she didn’t protest. When I moved them a little lower, she didn’t either.

—Is this okay here? —I asked, my palms brushing the tops of her tits.

—Very nice —she replied, in a voice that was no longer the voice of someone reviewing a report.

We didn’t need any more words than that. I leaned down and kissed her neck, slowly, right on that spot beneath the ear that always works. She turned her head to one side and searched for my lips.

We kissed calmly at first, unhurried, exploring. I slid my whole tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it as if she’d been waiting for something like this for months. Then she asked me to move in front of her and I helped her stand. I undid the belt of her dress, pulled the tie loose, and opened it. Underneath she was wearing a black lingerie set: a snug lace bra and matching panties, all very carefully chosen. I stared at her for a moment.

—Rodrigo is very lucky —I told her.

She smiled with a touch of irony at the corner of her lips.

—Rodrigo hasn’t fucked me in weeks. And right now I’m not all that interested in what he does with his dick.

She took me by the wrists and pulled me toward her. This time the kiss was more urgent, more determined. Her hands slid up under my work smock to my waist and, in a matter of seconds, she pulled it up over my shoulders. I was left in my bra, with my panties exposed, suddenly feeling both exposed and aroused at the same time.

—Your tits are gorgeous —she said, and without waiting for an answer she unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.

She bent down and caught one nipple in her mouth, licking it with the tip of her tongue before sucking it whole. She spent a long while there, mouth on my nipples, alternating from one to the other with a patience and precision that kept me from thinking about anything else. She nibbled them carefully, stretched them with her lips, and sucked them again until they were swollen, red, so hard they ached from how good it felt. My fingers were tangled in her hair, trying to keep my balance against the edge of the desk, and I could feel my cunt soaking through my lace panties. One of her hands slid down and squeezed me over the fabric, feeling the wetness, and she let out a rough little laugh against my breast.

—You’re dripping —she whispered—. And I haven’t even touched you properly.

She slipped two fingers inside my panties and slid them up and down between the lips of my cunt, soaking them, and then brought them to her mouth and sucked them slowly, looking me in the eyes.

—Now it’s my turn to take care of you —I told her when I couldn’t stay still any longer.

I sat her on the desk, her legs dangling. I knelt in front of her, pulled her panties down over her ankles, and let them drop. Her legs were slightly open and I took a moment to look at her, because nothing gets your pulse racing faster than seeing someone who truly wants you. She was shaved, her lips swollen and shiny, already soaked just from kissing me and sucking my tits. I could see her clit peeking out, hard, begging for tongue.

I started with her thighs. Slow kisses, moving upward without hurry, hearing how her breathing changed with every centimeter I advanced. When I reached the center and touched her with my tongue for the first time, she let out a short moan that got caught in her throat.

I licked her cunt from bottom to top, with my tongue flat, gathering up everything already slick on the outside. Then I parted her lips with two fingers and found her clit with the tip of my tongue, making slow circles at first, faster ones after. She let out a longer moan and dropped her head back. I shoved my whole tongue into her cunt, fucking her with it, sinking it in as far as I could, and then came back up to the clit to suck on it with my lips the way you suck a candy. I slid two fingers inside and started moving them, curling them upward to find the spot where I knew she’d lose her mind.

—There, there, don’t stop —she murmured, and pressed my head against her cunt.

I kept going without rushing and without letting her go. There was no one in that hallway at that hour and time seemed to have stopped in that office. She spread her legs wider and rested one hand on my head, not to direct me, just to have something to hold on to. Her moans were low, tightly held in, like someone who knows she can’t make noise but can’t stay completely silent either. She dug her nails into my scalp and moved her hips against my face, rubbing her cunt into my mouth without any shame at all.

—I’m going to cum —she gasped—, I’m going to cum in your mouth.

When she came, she came all over, her body tense for a second and then completely limp. I felt her cunt throbbing against my lips, felt a stream of hot fluid escape that I swallowed without thinking. I kept licking her as she came down, absorbing every spasm, until she gently pushed me away because she couldn’t take any more. She braced her hands on the back of the desk and took several deep breaths.

—My God —she said in a very low voice.

I stood up and kissed her on the mouth. She tasted her own remnants on my lips without pulling back a single inch, sucking my tongue to steal the very last drop of her own orgasm.

—Now you —she said, with a firmness that left no room for refusal.

She made me lie down on the desk, which was wide and sturdy. She yanked off my soaked panties in one pull and spread my legs wide, placing my feet on the edge of the tabletop so my cunt was fully exposed. She positioned herself between my legs and looked at me for a moment before lowering her head.

—I don’t have much experience eating pussy —she admitted honestly—, but I’ve been looking at you for ten minutes and I’m dying to.

—You’ve got plenty of talent —I told her, and I wasn’t lying.

What she lacked in technique she made up for with attention. She started licking me slowly, from top to bottom, with a broad, hot tongue, learning the folds of my cunt. She found my clit almost right away and stayed there, sucking it with her lips closed around it while her tongue lashed at it in quick strokes. I arched against the desk and let out a gasp I had to choke off by clenching my teeth.

Her tongue traveled over every inch without hurry, learning on the fly what made me breathe faster, what made me grip the edge of the desk, what made me close my eyes and forget where I was. She slipped in one finger, then two, and moved them inside my cunt while she devoured my clit. Her fingers were long and she knew how to use them far better than she herself admitted. Every time she curled them inside me, I saw sparks.

—Keep going, don’t stop, like that —I begged in a broken whisper—, you’re going to make me cum.

She picked up the pace, sucking me harder, moving her fingers faster, and I had to bite the back of my hand to keep from screaming. I came hard, my cunt clamping around her fingers, my legs trembling on the desk, and it took real effort not to make a sound. She kept licking me slowly, softer, until I stopped shaking.

***

We dressed slowly, not talking much, with that strange calm that remains after something unplanned. Before I left with the cart, Valeria took my arm.

—This stays between us —she said.

—Of course —I replied.

And we never mentioned it again. She went back to her screen and I continued with the offices I still had left, pushing the cart down the hallway as if nothing had happened, with wet panties stuck to my cunt and her taste still in my mouth.

***

A week later, same building, same hallway, but Valeria wasn’t there. Instead, Nuria was.

Nuria occupied the neighboring office. She was about the same age, with blonde hair cut to her jawline and a very self-assured way of moving. We’d been crossing paths in the hallway for months without anything happening beyond a quick greeting.

When I went in to clean her office, I realized she was looking at me in a different way. Not uncomfortably, but with far too much attention for it to be casual. I kept cleaning the shelf without saying anything, waiting to see what would happen.

Then she came up behind me and spoke near my ear, with a voice that was half amused, half ironic:

—Is the relaxation service for everyone in the department, or only for selected few?

My stomach went cold.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about —I replied, even though it was such an obvious lie I didn’t even believe it myself.

—Relax. Valeria has been my friend for years and she told me everything in excruciating detail. How you ate her pussy on top of the desk, how she came in your mouth. What she does in her office is none of my business —Nuria said, with a smile that wasn’t mocking—. It’s just that I’m jealous. I’ve spent a week thinking about it and with my hand down my panties every night.

I turned around and looked her in the face. She was smiling, but it was something different from what I expected. More direct. Clearer.

—If you want the massage —I said—, I think it’s my turn to start with you.

She raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

—That sounds very good. And this time don’t make me wait.

I moved in slowly, keeping the door in the corner of my eye. I stood behind her and started with her shoulders, just like the week before. But this time we both knew from the start where this was going, and that changed the rhythm of everything.

It didn’t take me long to move my hands lower. I slipped them inside her neckline and grabbed her tits from underneath her bra. They were smaller than Valeria’s but very firm, with nipples already hard as stones. I pinched them between my fingers and she let her head fall against my shoulder, letting out a moan she didn’t bother to hide.

—Fuck my mouth with your tongue —she asked without turning around.

I turned her, grabbed her face with both hands, and kissed her the way she asked, shoving my tongue all the way in while still squeezing her tits. Nuria was wearing a knit dress that clung to her hips and I lifted it slowly, folding it over her waist. Underneath she had tiny black panties, and the wet patch was already showing at the crotch.

I knelt behind her, with her ass in front of my eyes, and took a moment to appreciate what I had before continuing. I bit one cheek over the fabric and she let out a rough laugh.

—Lean on the desk —I told her.

She bent forward, her arms stretched out over the tabletop. I stroked her ass with open hands, slowly, feeling how the tension in her body turned into something else. Then I took her by the hips, pulled down her underwear to her ankles, and spread her legs slightly.

I opened her ass with both hands and looked at her from behind: her cunt open, shiny, and the pink little hole of her ass tight just above it. I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, from clit to ass, without stopping, and heard her choke back a moan against the desk. I stayed there a while, alternating: long licks over her cunt, then the tip pressing at her asshole, then back to the clit to suck it from behind. I fucked her with my tongue, shoving it all the way inside her cunt, with my nose pressed to her ass, feeling her tighten against my mouth every time I hit a good spot.

Nuria wasn’t as quiet as Valeria. She moaned more freely, with less control, and that turned me on too.

—Put it in —she gasped—, put your fingers in, two.

I shoved two fingers into her soaked cunt to the hilt and started fucking her with them while licking her clit from behind, my tongue flat and firm. My fingers went in and out with a wet slap, slick with everything she was releasing, and she rocked her hips against my face, pushing her ass against my mouth without the slightest shame. I took all the time my body asked for, learning her the way you learn anything new: paying attention to every response, adjusting the rhythm.

—I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck, keep going —she moaned, and came with my fingers buried in her cunt, her legs trembling, biting the sleeve of her dress so she wouldn’t scream. I kept licking her until she pushed me away, laughing breathlessly.

When I stood up, she turned around and kissed me without preamble, her hands already on the first button of my smock. She opened it all the way and pulled it down over my shoulders, leaving me naked except for my panties.

—Now me —she said against my mouth, with a conviction that left no room for debate.

She yanked off my panties and made me sit in her desk chair, then knelt in front of me, pushing my knees apart until I was open wide. She looked at my cunt for a second, already soaked from having eaten her out, and smiled.

—So tasty —she murmured—, look at you.

She inserted her tongue without hesitation and I understood immediately that she had much more experience than Valeria. She knew what she was doing. She really knew it, with the kind of confidence only time gives. She sucked my clit with her lips closed around it, tugging upward with short, firm pulls, while two fingers sank into my cunt and a third pressed at my asshole, just outside, playing there.

I gripped the edge of the seat and let myself go. Her movements were precise, insistent, with not the slightest trace of doubt. She alternated: suck on the clit, tongue buried deep in my cunt, suck again, little bite on the lips, tongue again. She shoved two fingers in to the hilt and curled them, searching for the exact spot, while still working my clit with her mouth. I came fast and hard, head against the chair back, eyes shut, my cunt clamping around her fingers in spasms I couldn’t control.

—I want to do it again —she said when I was done, her lips shining with my juices—, but somewhere more comfortable. And both of us at once.

We moved the chair aside. She lay down on the carpet with her legs open and I positioned myself over her, facing the other way, with my hips over her face and my own in front of her sex. She understood the idea without my saying a single word and we both started at once.

That was the best part of that afternoon. The silent competition between the two tongues, each one trying to get there before the other, each one responding in real time to what it was receiving. I spread her cunt with my fingers and sucked her swollen clit without stopping, slipping my tongue inside every so often and coming back up, feeling at the same time how she devoured me from below, how she sucked my clit and pushed her tongue as deep as she could. I ran my tongue over her asshole too, taking advantage of the fact that from above it was right there for the taking, and I felt her moan against my cunt, a long moan that vibrated through me completely from the inside.

I shoved two fingers into her cunt and another, slick with saliva and juices, I pushed just barely into her ass, to the first knuckle, and she came right there, her thighs squeezing my head, her cunt streaming onto my face. I came thirty seconds later, my face buried in her, not wanting to separate, biting the inside of her thigh to smother the cry while she kept licking and sucking me through the last contraction.

We stayed still for a moment on the floor, catching our breath, both of us with the other’s face wet. The only sound was the hum of the computer fan on the desk.

—You were right —Nuria said from below—. This hadn’t even started yet.

I laughed, stood up, and held out my hand to help her to her feet. We straightened ourselves out, each fixing our clothes with that practical efficiency that comes from encounters in places not meant for this.

She was the first to speak, once we were back in front of her screen:

—Are you cleaning this hallway again next week?

—On Thursdays —I answered.

—Good —she said, and started typing as if nothing had happened.

I went out into the hallway with the cart, finished the offices I had left, and went down to the cleaning room to put the supplies away. While I stored the rags and emptied the bucket, I wondered how many other people in that building had seen something they shouldn’t have. And whether anyone else might be thinking about asking for their own massage.