I Teased My Office Voyeur Until We Fucked Raw on Day Three

Phone buzzed all weekend. Nicolas’s messages: ‘Can’t wait to see your curves up close.’ We’d swiped on that app for quick hookups. No bullshit, straight to sex. I told him my job as auditor was perfect cover. ‘Meet me at your office Monday. I’ll be your fantasy.’ Adrenaline pumped. Love that first physical rush after screens.

Monday, I strut into his huge open bureau. Box right across from his. Chemisier blanc loose enough for cleavage peeks. Skinny blue pants hugging my plump ass, string riding up. Sit down. His eyes lock on instantly. Pretends to work, but I catch him staring at my tits, the lace bra edge. Heart races. I stretch like a cat, lift shirt, flash navel and string waistband. He squirms. No one notices. Our secret.

The Approach: Building Tension in the Office

Coffee break, he stammers invite. ‘Sylvie,’ I say, smiling. Audit lasts three days. Tease starts. Tuesday, gray skirt to knees. Cross legs slow, let it ride up thighs. Ankle bracelet glints. He leans, desperate for under-desk view. I swing foot, feel power. Evening smile as I leave: caught you, perv.

Wednesday, blue stretch dress mid-thigh. No bra from start. Tits free, nipples poke fabric later. He knows. Morning, catch him peeking legs. Smile. Uncross, spread wide. Orange lace panties glow. Lift ass, show bush shadow through sheer. He freezes, bulge growing. Remove bra subtle, lean forward, cleavage full view. Small pear tits sway, light brown areolas peek. His face red, cock strains pants.

The Explosion: Savage Fuck with No Holding Back

Afternoon, ditch panties too. All day naked under dress. Legs part again. Pubis bare, wet lips glisten, clit swollen. Fingers brush clit quick, moan soft. He stares, tented hard. Tension thick. Colleagues pass blind. Only his eyes devour my dripping pussy. 6 PM hits. I stand, walk over. ‘Mission done. Pleasure working with you, Nicolas.’ Wink. But phone vibrates in bag – his text: ‘Don’t leave. Fuck me now.’ Urgency hits. No more tease.

Lock office door behind last colleague. Push him back in chair. Straddle lap. ‘You watched three days. Now taste.’ Grind wet cunt on his bulge. Rip his shirt, bite neck. Smell his cologne mixed with my perfume – vanilla musk heavy. ‘Fuck my tits you stared at.’ Free cock, thick veiny. Stroke hard. ‘Been hard staring my pussy?’ He groans, ‘Yes, Sylvie, soaked slut.’ Slam down on dick. Stretch full. Ride savage, tits bounce face. ‘Suck nipples, perv!’ He latches, teeth graze. Pussy clenches, juices soak balls. Slap ass echoes. ‘Harder, fuck this auditor whore!’ Flip doggy on desk. Pounds deep, balls slap clit. ‘Gonna cum in your tight hole?’ ‘Yes, fill me!’ Orgasm rips, scream muffled hand. He pumps hot load deep. Panting, sweat slick.

Pull dress down. Wipe cum thigh. ‘Good fuck, stranger.’ Kiss cheek. Grab bag. Walk out heels click. Back to anonymous life. No numbers swapped. Just thrill gone.