Back at my computer, a notification popped up from her:
Chloe: "Thank you so much, Ryan. You have no idea how much this means to me. 😘❤️"
I replied with a playful grin, pushing the boundary just a bit:
Me: "Are you planning on kissing me to say thank you, or are those emojis just for show?"
She didn't reply right away, so I went back to work. About thirty minutes later, I stood up to use the restroom. Just as I was washing my hands at the sink, the door opened and Chloe walked in. Our eyes locked in the mirror. She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.
She leaned in, whispering softly:
Chloe: "Is anyone in the men's room?"
I shook my head.
Without a word, Chloe turned around, locked the main door, stepped up to me, and stood on her tiptoe to kiss me. She’s about 5'3", and I'm nearly 6'0". We ended up locked in a deep, tongue-tangling French kiss for a solid two minutes. We only broke apart because our legs were cramping from the awkward angle and we didn't want the coworkers outside to get suspicious.
From that exact second, I knew getting her into bed was just a matter of time. I was single and unbothered, but Chloe’s schedule was tight—she had to rush off after work to pick up her kid and cook dinner at her mother's house. Finally, a couple of weeks later, I decided to make my move.
Me: "Hey, want to go catch that new movie at the theater tonight?"
Chloe: "Let me text you back in a bit. I need to see if his grandmother can watch the baby tonight."
A few minutes later, her name lit up my screen:
Chloe: "We’re good to go! I’m going to drop my car off at home, pick me up there."
I immediately booked two premium couple-seats at the AMC theater inside the Garden State Plaza mall. I purposefully picked a theater a bit further away from our usual radius to avoid running into anyone we knew, giving us total freedom to act like a real couple.
At first, we watched the movie like normal people—holding hands and cuddling in the wide seat. But by the halfway mark, the tension became unbearable. We turned to face each other and spent the rest of the film making out like lovesick teenagers. After the credits rolled, we grabbed dinner at the mall and wandered through a few boutiques. I ended up buying her two sleek office dresses as a gift.
As I was driving us back, I let my right hand drift over, resting it heavily on her smooth thigh. She didn’t object at all, continuing our casual conversation seamlessly.
Me: "It's a shame I couldn't see you try those on in the fitting room. I have no idea how you look in them."
Chloe: "They fit perfectly, actually. I completely forgot to take a mirror selfie."
Me: "Well, maybe I should find us a quiet spot so you can try them on for me. I want to see you from the inside out."
Chloe: "Inside out? My, my... what exactly are you plotting, Mr. Accountant?"
I just smirked, my fingers gently kneading her inner thigh without saying a word.
Chloe: "Fine... but find a place quickly, okay? I can't be back too late."
I pulled out my phone and searched Google Maps for a nearby boutique hotel along the highway. The second the door to our room clicked shut, Chloe slipped into the bathroom to change into one of the new dresses. When the door opened and she stepped out, she looked ravishing. My desire spiked completely. I lunged forward and slammed my lips against hers.
We kissed hard, and she let out a breathless moan against my mouth.
Chloe: "We need to be quick, Ryan... let's just do a quick one so I can get home. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time."
But at this point, there was no stopping the train. I ignored her half-hearted protests, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth, completely dominating her senses while my hand reached around her back to slide the zipper of her new dress down. The moment the zipper clicked at the bottom, I broke the kiss, staring intensely into her eyes.
Me: "Let me see you from the inside out..."
Chloe flushed, looking away shyly, but she gave a slow, definitive nod.
I slowly peeled the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and she cooperatively let her arms go limp, letting the fabric pool around her ankles on the floor. We fell back into a passionate embrace. I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her completely off her feet so her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I carried her over to the bed. We tumbled onto the sheets. I flipped onto my back, and Chloe slid right on top of me. While her lips kept mine pinned, her soft hands worked feverishly to undo my dress shirt, sliding down past my belt line to find my rock-hard length and squeezing it tightly. (Honestly, just writing this down right now is making me hard all over again.)
I reached around to unhook her bra and buried my face into her cleavage. One of my hands kneaded her full breast, pinching her nipple, while my mouth clamped around the other peak, sucking hungrily. Chloe whimpered in pure ecstasy, her hands frantically stroking my length while her hips ground up and down against my body in perfect synchronization.
Moments later, I rolled her over, pinning her to the mattress. My hand slid down between her thighs, and the moment I brushed against her panties, I found them completely drenched. I slid my middle finger past the lace, rubbing her clitoris before sinking two fingers deep inside her candy store. With my mouth taking care of her lips and my fingers working magic below, Chloe was completely undone. She arched her legs, locking them tight around my arm, refusing to let me pull away.
Me: "Liking that too much to let me go, huh?"
Chloe: "I'm dying, Ryan... just put it in. Put it inside me right now."
Me: "Let's take our time... make it last."
Losing her patience, she surged upward to plant a fierce kiss on my lips, then shoved me flat onto my back. She climbed over me, grabbing my rigid shaft with her hand, guiding the wet head to her opening, and slid all the way down, taking me entirely inside her. That's the beauty of experienced, married women—they know exactly how to ride a man to absolute perfection.
She set a brutal, rhythmic pace on top of me for about ten minutes before leaning down to press her lips to mine.
Chloe: "God, this feels amazing... I wish I had met you before I ever tied the knot with my ex."
I stroked her face, whispering:
Me: "It's never too late, beautiful. Enjoy the ride. I'm going to fill you up tonight, okay?"
Chloe nodded eagerly, straightening her spine and slamming her hips down even harder. She’d go into a frantic frenzy, pause for a second to catch her breath, and then resume her bouncing rhythm, occasionally lifting her feet to sink even deeper onto me. I lay there beneath her, letting her take complete control while my hands clamped onto her breasts, leaving red marks, before sliding down to grip her bouncing ass to match her rhythm.
Soon, I felt her inner walls tightening violently, clamping down around my shaft in intense spasms. I couldn't hold back anymore. As her hips slammed down from above, I began thrusting upward from below to meet her.
Me: "I'm close, baby... you're riding me too damn well..."
Chloe: "Me too... oh god, me too!"
She accelerated her pace, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly in the air since I wasn't holding them anymore. Unable to fight the sensation, my entire body went rigid as I blasted my hot release deep inside her core. Chloe slowly collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting heavily, our skin slicked with a thick sheen of sweat. We stayed locked together, sharing a slow, lazy French kiss before I finally pulled out. A messy mixture of my cream and her slick fluids leaked out, staining a massive circle on the hotel sheets.
Chloe: "It's been an eternity since I've felt this incredibly satisfied and alive."
I didn't say a word. I just pulled her tight against my side, my hand lazily kneading her breast.
After resting for a bit, we hopped into the shower to wash off the sticky mess. Watching the water cascade down her body, my soldier stood at attention once again. Chloe noticed, letting out a knowing smirk. She sank down onto her knees on the tiled floor. Bracing one hand against my thigh for balance, her mouth engulfed my hard length. Her other hand gently fondled my balls while her tongue swirled relentlessly around the sensitive head. The sheer sensation made my knees buckle. I ended up painting her mouth and the shower wall with a second, explosive release before we could finally pack up and leave.
By the time I dropped her off at her house, it was past 11:00 PM. I tried to convince her to sneak away for a full night at the hotel so we could have another round before dawn, but she shook her head.
Chloe: "I can't, Ryan. My mother would absolutely kill me if I didn't come home."
After that fateful night, an unwritten agreement formed between us. Every few days, our bodies would inevitably sync up, and we'd sneak away to a discrete motel near the corporate park during lunch or right after hours. Our subsequent encounters followed a beautiful, wicked routine—we’d strip bare, worship each other's bodies with our mouths, and when the heat became too much to bear, I’d take her from above, or she’d ride me to the stars, or we’d lock into a dirty doggy-style position until we both collapsed in screaming orgasms.
But honestly, nothing quite topped that electric first time. I did discover one fascinating shortcut with Chloe: whenever I twiddled and scratched her nipples, her down-below would instantly start gushing fluids.
Chloe: "I don't know why, but getting my nipples teased like that turns me into an absolute waterfall."
Which brings me to what happened during lunch today. By some stroke of absolute luck, the two of us were the only ones who stayed back in the office during the midday break. Seizing the moment, I pulled Chloe into the exact same bathroom vestibule where we shared our very first kiss.
We locked the outer door and immediately fell into a frantic session of making out and groping. Within seconds, the craving became too intense. We bolted into one of the private stalls, locking the door behind us. I dropped onto the toilet seat, and Chloe immediately climbed onto my lap, straddling me. I managed to rip open the buttons of her dress shirt, exposing her bra, and shoved the fabric aside to suck greedily on her breasts.
Chloe was in such a rush that she didn't even take her clothes off; she just hitched up her pencil skirt, pulled her lace underwear off one leg, and grabbed my hard length, guiding it straight into her dripping core before sinking all the way down on top of me.
Because we were in the office restroom, we didn't dare make a sound. Terrified that a coworker might walk back into the building early, we bit our lips, staring directly into each other's eyes, occasionally locking lips in silent, desperate kisses. In that cramped, suffocatingly tight stall, changing positions was impossible, so she just kept bouncing and grinding against me until my shaft began to spasm.
I came hard, spilling everything deep inside her. Chloe’s inner muscles clamped down frantically, as if trying to milk every last drop of life force out of me. It felt like a warm, invisible hand was massaging my entire length inside her velvet walls, holding onto me tightly as if begging me never to pull out. It was a phenomenal rush.
Who knows where this reckless workplace affair will lead us, but for now, as the old saying goes: as long as the pleasure is good, who cares if we're flying blind?