Erotic Story: First day of work

It took quite a while for me to find this new job, but it was well worth the wait. The workday has only just ended and I can already feel how much energy it has given me. Working in a dance school has always been my dream and the fact that it has now come true, makes it extra special. “Well, that went really well, didn’t it?” Jennifer asks, a proud look on her face. I nod in agreement. “A successful first day on the job, if you ask me. And very nice to wrap it up with one of your dance classes.”  Jennifer’s dance class was intense – I’m completely drenched in sweat – but it really helped to dance away all the nerves and tension of my first day on the job. And it also gave me a clear sense of her teaching style. Jennifer is the owner, she and her boyfriend James built everything from the ground up, and I truly admire her for it. “I’m just going to wrap up a few last things here. Why don’t you go grab your things? So, you can head home and unwind.” Once again, I nod and pick up my bag. “I’ll report back tomorrow!” “Sounds good”, she replies, waving a friendly goodbye as I walk out of the studio. Feeling proud, I gather the rest of my things from my brand-new locker in the staff room and head back down the long hallway towards the exit. As I get close to the main studio – where I was dancing my heart out not that long ago – I hear voices. James has arrived at the dance school and my natural instinct is to say goodbye to both of them before heading out, but as soon as I catch a glimpse into the studio, I see them locked in a tight hug. I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but the way he brushes a few strands of hair from her face makes it feel quite intimate.

James is actually not exactly what you would expect at a dance school, but rather at a gym. He is quite broad, not that tall, and looks like he could easily carry your washing machine up three flights of stairs. It wouldn’t surprise me if all his classes are jam-packed with people who love watching him at work. I can’t seem to look away either, which first became clear to me during my job interview. His piercing blue eyes, her dark curls, and their chemistry are a near-lethal combination. Laughing, she throws her arms around his neck, and just when the voice in my head tells me it’s better to head out without saying goodbye, he kisses her passionately. I stand there, rooted to the spot. Her hands slide over his strong back, towards his glutes, giving them a playful squeeze. A soft groan escapes his mouth and in one smooth motion he lifts her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist. It feels wrong, yet so good at the same time, and walking away no longer seems an option. It’s as if my legs simply refuse to move. In a few steps, he has pressed her against the large mirror. A short gasp escapes her lips. The mirror probably feels cold against her back. They are still kissing passionately, as if they have gone weeks without each other, or have no idea when they will see each other again. His hands slide up her waist, towards her breasts, and she moans with arousal the moment he cups one and massages it gently. Then she curls her fingertips around the hem of his T-shirt, and before I know it, pulls the fabric over his head, revealing his bare torso. The muscles in his back are clearly visible and it’s impossible to ignore the scratches adorning his shoulders. Holy shit, this couple is horny. With a mischievous grin on her face, she lowers her legs to the floor and curls her fingertips around the waistband of her own pants. “Jesus, babe”, I hear him sigh. “Fuck it.” In one swift motion, his pants drop down to his ankles and he steps out of them without any shame. I can’t see his front, but his glutes are firm, looking good enough to bite into. Miraculously, I don’t see any bite marks on his delicious butt. Once again, he lifts her up and pushes himself inside her. A groan escapes from deep within her throat, instantly giving me goosebumps. I feel caught, even though, fortunately, that’s not the case. Even from this distance, I can hear the sounds of their bodies. She is wet; the sound of her wetness practically fills the entire room. Her hair dances around her face and shoulders to the rhythm of his thrusts and I feel my insides start to tingle.

This is absolutely not how I pictured my first day of work to end, and the last thing I want is to get caught – but walking away is impossible. It’s like I’m hypnotized. Her hands claw at his shoulders and I instantly understand how he got those scratches. The muscles in his butt tense and release rhythmically, and I can almost feel it between my legs. My nipples chafe roughly against the fabric of my bra and I have to restrain myself from touching my body. My breathing is shallow, caught high in my throat and my mouth feels dry. It’s as if my entire body is under a high-voltage current and I decide to release the tension once I get home, with the image of them still burned into my mind. He takes a small step away from the mirrored wall, giving her space to lean back slightly. Her shoulders rest against the cold mirror, her nails dig into his shoulder blades, and with his hands cupping her buttocks he lifts her up and down. She moans loudly, and every now and then I hear him growling a curse. His sounds grow increasingly frustrated  and just as I wonder if he is close to climax, I see him empty himself into her with repeated jolting movements. She groans a few encouraging words that I can barely make out, and as soon as his body has quieted down, he lowers her legs. He presses a firm kiss on her lips, her neck, moving on to her breasts, stomach and further down. He drops to his knees, lifts one of her legs over his shoulder, so he can bury his face between her legs. In no-time, she buries her hands in his hair, moaning uncontrollably. This man is licking her right after he filled her up completely. Where on earth did she find this guy? Her moaning grows increasingly louder through the studio and a shockwave ripples through my body when she suddenly glances in my direction. I step aside quickly to hide behind the doorframe. I can’t see it, but from the intense sounds she makes, I can tell she is climaxing. Then it dawns on me that I still have to walk past the studio to head home, and the door is still wide open. Carefully, I take a peek into the room and see them kissing passionately. I seize my chance and sneak past the doorway towards the exit.

The entire bike ride home, I feel a deep tingling inside and I have only one goal: to get home as fast as possible, so I can find my own release. Once I’m home, I see a new message on my phone. It’s from Jennifer. ‘Will you stay a bit longer tomorrow too? Then I could show you a thing or two.’