Erotic Story: Company outing

The event has just started when I spot him. In his dark jeans and oversized shirt he knows how to get everyone moving with his dance moves. Some Dutch singer I’ve never seen before is singing live. It’s not really my genre, but I don’t care. Now that I’ve spotted Jarno, my evening can’t get any better. It’s no surprise that all the ladies fall for him. He’s not just handsome, he oozes sex. And he happens to excel at it too. His face lights up with a smile as soon as he sees me. We have to be careful. No one must know that we’ve been sleeping together for months. Or about our secret encounters in the canteen, restrooms, and the shower rooms in the office gym. In the dancing lights I see a playful wink and the right corner of his mouth slightly lifting. It’s that playful look I succumbed to months ago. My body starts to tingle at the thoughts running through my head. He keeps dancing fluently as I head to the bar. If this music continues all evening, I’ll need at least two drinks. At the bar, I can feel his eyes burning into my back. It’s so thrilling. I order my drink, turn his way and I see him coming over to the bar. His eyes lock with mine and neither of us wants to let go. Only when he’s standing in front of me, I dare look away. He leans in, his face close to mine and whispers softly in my ear: ‘You look hot. To fuck.’

His words echo in my head and I wonder how I ended up in this bliss. Again, I look at him and bite my lower lip. His mouth curves into a perfect smile. ‘Be careful. Someone might be on to you’, he says in my ear, while brushing a strand of hair from my face. ‘You look pretty hot yourself’, I say before taking a sip of my wine. ‘Glad you noticed. It’s all for you.’ The sound of his voice is deep, penetrating my core. I never knew that a voice could turn me on like this. His fingertips slowly glide down my back and the fact that we could well get caught, makes it even more thrilling. ‘Should we go find a more private spot?’ I see a twinkle in his eye, betraying what he wants to do with me. ‘You know’, he adds quickly. ‘So we can chat some more.’ I look at him with a smile on my face. ‘I do know’, I answer playfully. I glance around carefully. When I look up at him again, I see that his gaze has wandered down to my breasts. ‘Your nipples look really good in that top.’ He sucks his lower lip between his teeth. Instantly, the tension between us is palpable. I want to touch him. We better find a quiet spot, because I don’t know if I can hold back for much longer. The singer is still singing his heart out, and so are all our colleagues. Song after song, they sing along loudly. There’s dancing and a lot of laughter at the photo booth. 

‘I think I’ll just go get my coat’, he says with questioning eyes. I look at him in surprise. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting your coat too?’ Amidst our colleagues and all the dancing, he gives my ass a delicious squeeze. ‘It’s a shame you’re wearing jeans. It would have been easier if you wore a skirt’, he winks. I crack up a little. I could have thought of this myself, if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with deciding which clothes would best show off my ass. I know it’s one of my features that turns him on most. He takes the glass from my hand, takes a large sip of wine and sets the glass on the bar. I watch him slowly licking his lips. ‘See you later.’ Before I can say anything, he’s gone through the crowd. I look around, feeling a little caught off-guard. It feels like everyone’s watching me, as if they all know what’s about to happen. As if it’s written all over my face.

Without thinking too long, I walk past my dancing colleagues, in the direction of the cloakroom. Some colleagues give me a friendly smile. Others barely notice me passing by. At the cloakroom, I take a look around again. There’s no one in sight. I walk past the empty desk and scan through the coats when I hear ‘psst.’ An arm emerges from between the coats, pulling me through. Before I can even take in the space, he presses me against the wall and passionately plants his lips on mine. My mouth falls open and our tongues dance together. His hands immediately slide to my butt, which he starts to massage playfully. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot’, he groans into my mouth. My hands slide through his hair, down his neck and chest. I am horny and silently curse all the clothes we’re wearing.

‘I need to be inside you’, he groans as if his life would end otherwise. We pull apart, stare wildly at each other and then frantically start unbuttoning each other’s pants. In no time, I’m standing bare-assed watching his shiny cock. My insides tingle at the thought of him sliding inside me soon. He takes my arm, throws it over his shoulder and lifts my right leg around his waist. His intense deep brown eyes stare at me, as I feel him disappear inside me inch by inch. With my free hand, I manage to find my clit and start circling it gently. ‘You are so hot, playing with yourself’, he moans into my ear as he gets into his rhythm. My nipples prick hard against the fabric of my top, longing to be touched. It practically takes me everything to control my breath and suppress my animalistic sounds. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and bite without mercy. ‘Fuuuuccckkk’, he groans louder than he should. From somewhere deep down my throat a squeaking sound erupts, accompanied by a delicious orgasm that thunders through my body, making me seeing spots. He grabs me, picks up his pace and with my insides pulsating around him, he climaxes in convulsing movements. Our foreheads rest against each other as we struggle to catch our breath. ‘That was fast’, I chuckle. ‘Get on all fours’, he pants. ‘Now that the pressure’s off, I want to enjoy you again.’ He carefully pulls back and I lower myself onto the floor of the cloakroom. As I push my ass backwards, I feel his large, firm hands massaging my buttocks.

Again, it will take me everything not to scream, but this is definitely the best company outing I’ve had in years.