Office Slut II - Sex Stories

Office Slut II

... loneliness. Her body was slouched over. Her hair was a mess, make-up smudged, smelling of sweat and sex. And she looked so delicious. Before I had time to process anything else, the gravel crunched in the driveway; she tensed. “Move!” “W-what?” I asked, getting off the bed. A car door clicked opened and shut. “Hurry!” she said, throwing my clothes at me. “Get dressed!” The keys jangled in the lock; the front door thunked closed. She opened the bedroom windows as wide as they would go, opened her laptop and pulled me down to sit beside her. Masculine footsteps padded up the staircase. I yanked my clothes on, forgoing bra and panties. All the while I knew that he, whoever he was, would know exactly what we had been up to just moments before. “Ari!” A deep, gently graveled voice called, the footsteps moving towards the room. The door opened. A broad-shouldered blonde entered the room, stopping in his tracks at the sight of us. I imagined how it would look to him; two disheveled women, barely dressed sans underwear and the room smelling gently of aroused wetness. Instead of blowing a gasket, like I expected, his features softened slightly, before being replaced by a wicked grin. “You’re a naughty slut, aren’t you?” he asked, smiling widely…