What Started in the Office Ended on His Sofa

No one entered Licenciado Aguirre’s office without first going through the silent ritual. His secretary Mónica would greet you with the same smile as always and, before opening the door, would unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse herself. She didn’t ask: she did it with the naturalness of someone straightening a crooked collar. That morning she even fixed my hair.

—Don Esteban is waiting for you —she said, and I went in.

The door had to stay ajar. That was the rule. I left the folders on the side of the desk he indicated with a gesture and stood there waiting. His hand slid up my thigh without hurry, under my skirt. I pressed my legs together. He gave a soft little laugh, never stopping, until he brushed my underwear.

—Does that feel good? —he asked, and slipped two fingers under the fabric, straight into my slit. He pulled them out shining and showed them to me before sucking them clean.

—Keep going —I whispered—, but watch out for your spy.

—Mónica is making copies. Take off your bra. It shows from the door.

I ran my hand down his back, he undid it with two fingers beneath my blouse, and I tugged it off his sleeve and tucked it into my bag before she came back. Before that, though, Don Esteban bent down and ran his tongue over one nipple through the fabric, barely biting it. His cock was visible against his pants. I squeezed the bulge with my open hand and felt the heat through the cashmere. When Mónica came in with the copies, we were back to normal as if nothing had happened, though my panties were soaked and he had a hard cock beneath the desk. Don Esteban squeezed my hand when I left and asked me about Daniela, about that visit he had made to my little house, about Bruno the dog. I smiled and told him she still talked more about the dog than about him.

—Coffee sometime? —he asked.

—On Friday they’re celebrating Rodrigo’s wife, the guy from the jewelry store. I’ll send you the details tomorrow.

I closed the folder and left without waiting for an answer.

***

Lucía, my best friend from the floor, laughed when I told her at our usual little café. She had already made plans to see Esteban that week and was thinking of introducing him to Daniela, but Daniela was far too shy for that kind of circle. I had someone better.

—Camila? —Lucía asked, raising an eyebrow—. She doesn’t even have the nerve for a compliment.

—I’ll convince her.

Camila was tall, with skin so pale that when she got nervous you could see the veins in her neck. She wore an old-fashioned hairstyle that made her look younger. She worked on the same floor as I did and, for months, had had the habit of looking at my legs when she thought I wasn’t noticing.

I went to her place that afternoon under the excuse of choosing the gift. We ended up in her living room with two glasses of white wine and a conversation that took a turn.

—I never know what to do —she confessed, looking at her hands—. I was with Rodrigo at his house once, with his wife and everything. I left early. I didn’t know how to begin.

—Never, with anyone?

—Only you catch my attention.

She said it so quietly I had to lean closer. We were sitting face to face and, all at once, my face was a hand’s breadth from hers. We kissed without warning one another, first awkwardly, then with that warm rage kisses have when they’ve been put off for a long time.

Camila bit my upper lip. I ran my tongue over her teeth and slid the tip deep into her mouth, looking for hers. We pulled at each other’s hair, held each other by the neck, laughed in broken bursts. She unbuttoned my blouse with fingers that no longer trembled and ran her tongue between my breasts, tugging at my bra with her mouth until she got them out. She sucked one nipple whole, all of it, until it stood up hard as a pebble, and then the other. I held her head and kept it there, pressing her against me.

Her skin was so white that her areolas were barely visible. She took my hands to her breasts and offered them to me as if asking permission. I gave her little bites on the nipples and felt her shiver for the first time. I bit them harder and circled them with my tongue, tracing them, until they swelled pink and she started gasping in my ear.

Without finishing undressing, we both lifted our skirts and reached for each other under our underwear. She was soaked. So was I. I pulled her panties to the side and sank one finger into her cunt. It was hot, tight, and it sucked my finger in from the inside like a mouth. I slid in a second finger and searched for the spot above, pressing my thumb to her clit. She jerked and opened her legs wider.

—Slowly —she asked me—, no one’s really touched me much, ever.

—Easy.

I pulled her panties all the way down and spread her legs over the sofa. Her cunt was right in front of me, almost hairless, pink, shining from how wet she was. I lowered my face and ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, slowly, tasting her. She let out a long, sharp moan, as if no one had ever licked her like that. I sucked her clit carefully, slowly, because she herself had warned me she was tight, and I drove my fingers in at the same time, in and out, while I sucked the little pearl above. She trembled all over. I could feel her legs squeezing my head. A new moan escaped her, rougher than the first, and she dug her nails into my shoulder when she came, soaking my chin and neck.

—That’s the first time I’ve come like that —she told me afterward, laughing with her eyes closed—. I’d never come before.

I’d never come before. I repeated the phrase to myself while I stroked her hair.

—You’re going to do it many more times —I promised her.

She settled on top of me on the rug and her cunt rubbed against mine with a new urgency. She moved slowly at first, then harder, grinding her wet pussy against mine, scissoring. I grabbed her ass with both hands and helped her keep the rhythm, pressing her against me, feeling her swollen clit bump against mine. She came again, moaning into my mouth, and soaked my thighs. She lifted her face to look at me from above with that expression people get when they discover something, and she laughed loudly before kissing me again, with the taste of both of us on her tongue. I gave her quick instructions for the party: different hair, condoms in the bag, let herself go without losing her head. I told her Esteban would be there too.

—The boss? —she asked, eyes wide.

—The boss.

***

Camila showed up at the gathering with her hair done in the style Lucía had recommended and dressed like never before. She was the center of attention. Esteban greeted her with the formality of his position, but he admired her without being able to hide it. After dinner he suggested a bar. There were four of us: him with Camila, Lucía with a friend, and me with Beto, a colleague who had been after me for months without success.

Lucía and her companion left early. Beto wanted to leave too, but Camila suggested we finish the night at her place. She said it with the charming awkwardness of having had one too many drinks. Her skirt had ridden up higher than it should have. Her blouse had come loose on one side.

In the parking lot, while I straightened her clothes, she grabbed my wrist.

—What do I do? —she asked very quietly.

—Let yourself go. When the time comes, open your legs and ask him to put it in slowly.

We got to the landing and she was laughing, unable to find the key. Her little bag fell, and instead of the key, three condoms rolled out. Esteban laughed out loud. Beto did too.

—You’ll have to make it up to us for the wait —Esteban said.

—How? —she asked, her eyes shining.

—Take your clothes off right here —I suggested, and the others nodded.

Camila started with her skirt. Esteban lowered her underwear calmly, crouching down to the level of her cunt, looking at it closely before rising again. Beto pulled off her blouse from behind. I took off her stockings. By the time Camila remembered the lock was a combination one, she was completely naked on the landing, breasts out, shaved cunt on display, laughing as if it had nothing to do with her. Esteban ran a hand over one ass cheek and squeezed her ass. Beto touched one breast.

***

Inside, they ended up on the big sofa, groping each other. Esteban took off his pants and pulled out his cock, thick, dark, with a shiny head. He took Camila by the head and slowly started putting it in her mouth. At first she hesitated, but then she began to suck it with both hands, taking it in and out, salivating all over it, while he whispered things in her ear.

—That’s it, mamacita, all the way down. Tongue underneath.

Beto and I, on the rug beside them, did the same. I opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than I’d imagined, hard and veined. I sucked him with enthusiasm, looking him in the eye, and ran my tongue over his balls. He slid a hand into my neckline and pinched my nipples until they went hard. I took my mouth down to the base and brought it back up slowly, pressing my lips tight, until I heard him moan.

When Esteban tried to penetrate her, Camila stopped him with her hand.

—It’s going to hurt. I’m very tight.

—Lie down underneath —I told Esteban—. Let her sit on top slowly.

They listened. Camila climbed on, letting the head go in first. I watched her tense: eyes closed, jaw clenched, knuckles white against his chest. She pressed the tip to her cunt and lowered herself barely an inch. She went back up. Lowered herself again, a little more. I remembered a trick my aunt had taught me years ago. I slapped her on the ass without warning.

—Ow! —she cried. And all of it went in.

The four of us laughed. Esteban moaned loudly at feeling himself buried to the base and grabbed her hips with both hands, squeezing them. Camila opened her eyes, surprised, mouth open. She began moving on her own, first up and down, then in circles, learning to ride him as if she’d been doing it all her life. I pushed her from behind so she’d finish lowering herself each time, all the way, and I saw poor Esteban’s face go blissful when she started squeezing him with her cunt. I went back to Beto, who was waiting with the face of an impatient boy.

—Slowly —I warned him—. Or you’ll come in five seconds.

He lifted my skirt, yanked off my panties, and pulled me to my knees on the rug, ass up. He settled behind me and started putting it in slowly, first the head, then halfway, until he sank it all the way in. I felt him opening me up. He grabbed my waist and started fucking me slowly, breathing hard against my neck. Beside us, Camila rode Esteban with her breasts bouncing in his face. He sucked her nipples in turns and squeezed her ass. From time to time our eyes crossed: me on all fours, her on top, the two men panting.

Camila came first, with a cry that sounded like a call for help, clamping her legs over Esteban’s hips and digging her nails into his chest. After that she lost any trace of fear. Esteban took her face-down to the edge of the sofa and she offered herself there, lifting her hips, with a new smile. He spread her ass with both hands and stared at her open cunt, soaked, with his fingerprints all over it.

—Now, then —he said, and entered her from behind so calmly that she had time to bite a cushion. He started giving her long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in until he was buried to the balls. You could hear the slapping, you could hear her gasps, muffled by the cushion.

Beto and I stayed watching for a while, our hands where they needed to be. He slipped two fingers into me from behind while stroking my clit with his thumb, and I worked his cock, which was hard again and almost ready. Then he took me to the armrest. I was arched, breasts out, legs spread wide open. Beto came in with a patience I didn’t know he had, burying it in me with one thrust to the hilt, and, while he fucked me, he kept saying things he’d never even dared think in the office.

—What a delicious cunt, bitch, look how I’m fucking it, look how I’m swallowing you whole.

I answered with moans, squeezing his cock inside me, asking for more. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard while he shoved it all the way in. Next to us, Esteban was fucking Camila from behind, one ass cheek in each hand, and she came again, biting the cushion.

Esteban came inside Camila after asking permission first, and she nodded yes with her face buried in the cushion. He emptied himself into her with one long thrust, growling, squeezing her hips until he left marks. Beto pulled out of me just in time, exactly as we’d agreed, grabbed his cock with his hand and came in streams over my stomach, leaving warm rivers running down my sides and over my pubis. I ran one finger over the tip and brought it to my mouth.

***

When everything calmed down, Camila brought coffee and a duvet for the three of us. Beto had already left. She moved around the living room with a makeshift little apron that made the scene even more obscene than anything before. With every step, her red, swollen cunt was visible, still shining with Esteban’s semen dripping down her thigh.

—She’s teasing —I told Esteban softly—. Does it bother you?

—On the contrary.

I signaled to Camila. She came over, climbed on top of me, and we kissed for a long time in front of him, while he watched us without touching, his hands still on his knees. I sucked her breasts one after the other until her nipples were hard and red. She returned the favor, lowering herself to my stomach, running her tongue over the place where Beto had left his mark. Then she went lower and spread my legs. She ran her tongue over my cunt with a new confidence, the kind you learn all at once. She sucked my clit, put her tongue inside me, pulled it out, and put it back in again. I held her head and kept it there, moving her hips against my face.

We settled into a scissor position on the rug, legs crossed and cunts pressed together. We searched each other with our fingers first, then with our tongues. We rubbed like that, looking at each other, until her thighs tensed again. Esteban settled beside us, not joining in, only watching, his cock hard again in his hand.

—I’ve wanted to see you like this for a long time —he said simply, and slowly worked himself with his hand.

Camila came quickly, biting my shoulder, soaking my fingers. I did too, afterward, with two of her fingers inside me moving in circles, and his mouth on mine swallowing my moans. The three of us stayed with our heads together for a long minute, breathing. Esteban came too, in his hand, and left us a warm thread between us.

—Accomplices —said Esteban.

—Accomplices —Camila repeated.

With the coffee already cold, Esteban whispered in my ear and asked if next time it could be at his place. I told him yes, that I’d organize it, as always. Camila laughed, clutching the duvet.

—I’ll go wherever you take me —she said—. But next time, no slaps.

—That depends —Esteban replied.

And the three of us stayed there laughing, half dressed, while morning began to show through the living-room window.