Sex in the Office

Bent over a desk... or, how I learned to love my job.

Lagopus

7/16/20262 min read

A couple years ago, I found myself in the bustling heart of an American office, a Swedish transfer working as a secretary and tasked with keeping everything (and honestly, everyone) in perfect order. I was adept at managing schedules, organizing files, and making sure that each day ran smoothly. However, there was one part of my job I hadn’t anticipated: my new boss, David (name changed to protect the guilty).

From the moment he stepped into the office, I felt a shift in the atmosphere, like lightning bolts of electricity between our eyes when he gazed into my soul. He was charismatic, funny, and with an aura of confidence that drew everyone in. I watched as he effortlessly commanded meetings, his voice resonating in the conference room while I took notes, secretly admiring his eloquence. Despite his professional demeanor, there was a charm in his smile that sent butterflies through my stomach.

At first (well, for maximum a week), I maintained a respectful distance, focusing on my responsibilities. But as the days passed, he began to seek me out for small tasks and favored me during discussions. Our professional rapport blossomed into casual conversations filled with laughter and shared coffee breaks. Each interaction deepened my attraction, and I felt a thrilling tension building between us.

One evening, while enjoying an after work drink, I spotted my new favorite toy and sat down next to him. The playful banter we had shared turned into something more profound—he leaned closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“You work too hard,” he said softly, a playful smirk on his lips. My heart raced as our eyes locked, the world around us fading away. Suddenly, the professional boundaries blurred, and he leaned in, brushing my cheek with his hand, sending sparks through my skin. It was a moment of stolen time, and I knew then I was utterly and hopelessly seduced.

The next day, I wore my tightest skirt, fishnets, and sky-high stiletto heels. After everyone on our floor went home for the day and seeing him in his office, I walked over, wordlessly closed and locked his office door, and closed the internal blinds to his office windows.

I walked behind his desk and kissed him passionately and longingly. After a minute, I let him turn me around and gently bend me over his desk. He lifted my skirt to my waist, pulled my panties to my ankles, and spread my legs as my anticipation began to build.

With a firm gentleness that would characterize all of trysts, he entered into me while his hands held my rolled up skirt. Our rhythmic tango built over the minutes as our breathing grew more fierce. Feeling him getting close, I looked over my shoulder into his eyes as I came intensely, leading to him cumming hard into me, warmth spreading inside and tingling all my senses.

I miss that job.