1. The Girl In White


    Date: 12/21/2023, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Miiitch 

    For so many nights, our contact has been limited to the words we've sent each other through our phones.

A photo or two may have snuck their way in, hoping it will cause one of the good kinds of sleepless nights.

With time, curiosity grows. I want to know what your cock feels like, ravaging my body.

You want to know how wet my pussy gets just by the thought of you.

But we drag it out, no one daring to suggest what we are both thinking.

Then one day:Meet me at the Incognito Bar, Thursday, 1.00 pm. Wear a white dress.It’s all that your message says, but it’s all that I need.---Thursday takes forever to come, but once it does, I'm heading towards the Incognito Bar with a nervous mind.

But at the same time, I remember how you have seduced me with nothing but your words, and it makes me wet before I've even reached the bar.---When I approach the door, you open it, welcoming me with a smile no less excited than my own.

"I hope you didn't get too lost on your way here," you say as you gesture for me to come inside. Your eyes get their own free will as they travel down over the short, laced white dress, and an unrestrained smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as your eyes reach my legs.

"No, no. Not at all," I reply, shortly smoothing the dress’s front. “Are we alone, or is it just a slow day?”

“We’re installing a new draft beer system, but everyone is out for lunch. It’s just us,” you say, eyeing me closely. “Are you nervous?” you then ask, your voice ...
    ... lowering to the gentle and calm.

“I’m fine,” I say, but I don’t quite manage to hide the way my voice almost breaks in half.

You take a step closer to me with a sweet smile. Your thumb and index finger gently squeeze my chin and tilt my head back. You search my eyes, finding the need and the want behind the nerves. You lean in, studying my reaction, but find no reluctance.

"Come with me," you say, your voice darker and laced with intentions. You take my hand and lead me through the empty, dark bar.

At the back, you lead me through a door and up a poorly lit staircase. Maybe I should have brought that pepper spray my friend offered me. But if I did that, that'd mean I don't trust you, and it would be insane to meet a stranger I don't trust. Right? Does that make sense? I've lost my common sense.

You lead me into a messy office, turning around and pulling me across the threshold.

With one hand on the door and the other against my midriff, you close the door and push me up against it. Your eyes darken with a dangerous spark.

As you lower your hand, I hear the door click behind me. No one in. No one out.Shit!

I stare at you with round eyes as your hands travel lightly up my arms, up over my shaking shoulders.

I swallow hard as they run up the sides of my neck, your fingers wrapping around the back of my neck.

This is it! I'm gonna die in the backroom of some bar…

But then you kiss me. Pressing yourself against me, making the cold, slick surface of ...
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