Erotic Story: Pleasantly surprised

It’s happening again. We’re flirting again. The office party setting works in our favor, and I’ve had enough alcoholic drinks to let my imagination run wild. And that’s exactly what’s happening. Ruud’s outfit is secretly making my insides run wild. His hand caresses my bare shoulder. He’s found one of the thin straps of my dress and playfully tugs it back and forth every now and then. He undoubtedly also feels the tension this creates. In fact, I think it’s intentional. His smile makes me tingle. Not with infatuation, absolutely not. They’re tingles of arousal, pure lust and uninhibited desire. I want him. We’ve been colleagues for years and now it’s time to do something with all this built-up tension. His fingertips slowly slide down to my breasts as he says he’s going to get a new drink at the bar. That sounds very fancy, but it’s just our own office building that’s been transformed to a fancy dance event. As he walks away from me, he looks back mischievously. That must be a sign. I’m positive, it must be. To my surprise, he doesn’t move towards the bar. I wait a moment before going after him through the steaming, dancing crowd. I can just see him dart into the long office corridor. When I reach the corridor, I can just see him walking there. He’s looking down, sending a text on his phone, which he then puts in his pocket before entering one of the offices. He’s expecting me. I can feel it. This is the moment I’ve thought about so many times, while playing with myself. The moment that’s already played out in my most exciting dreams several times. The door is ajar and just when I want to step inside confidently, I see that he’s not alone. Shit, he’s with James. They’re talking, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. They laugh and nudge each other playfully. Suddenly, James runs his hand through Ruud’s dark hair. I stand rooted to the spot, completely confused about what I see. My curiosity is piqued. James brings his face closer and before I know it, they’re kissing fiercely. From the way they’re kissing, I realize this is certainly not their first kiss. It’s a kiss full of arousal. As if they’re happy to finally be able to touch each other again and have no intention of stopping. I take a careful step back and watch James drop to his knees. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. All that flirting, was it only my imagination? Was I the only one dying with excitement?

Ruud allows it. He allows it all. James has undone his pants and although I can only see the back of his head, I recognize his movements. He’s filled his hand with James’ boner and, just like that, he takes it in his mouth. Ruud leans back against one of the desks and looks down lustfully. Undoubtedly, his view is thrilling. It’s such an unexpected sexy sight. This wasn’t at all what I expected, but it affects me. It turns me on. Wetness is spreading in my panties without warning and I feel my nipples pressing hard against the fabric of my bra. It’s overwhelming to see Ruud enjoying himself so much, even though I’m not the one giving him this pleasure. Although he tries his best to hold back, he moans and I have to do my best not to moan along with him. Ruud suddenly grabs James’ hair, takes hold of his head and starts thrusting wildly into his mouth. A part of me feels caught, but at the same time I also feel jealous. Ruud is rough, wild and clearly working towards his climax. James doesn’t seem fazed and makes no attempt to stop him. Moaning loudly, Ruud indulges himself. James doesn’t seem to mind at all. He even goes the extra mile, greedily licking up every drop that didn’t reach his mouth. As soon as he stands up again, they go back to passionate kissing. They seem so excited that it’s more like deliciously vulgar slobbering. They lick each other, panting into each other’s mouths. Meanwhile, I’m burning hot. My thong is soaked by this unexpected spectacle. 

James brutally orders Ruud to turn around and pushes him over the desk. The same desk that he was leaning his bare ass on just minutes ago now serves as foothold. James positions himself behind Ruud and starts unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes are burning. I can’t look away, it’s simply impossible. I watch how James drops a large dollop of saliva into his palm and then spreads it over his cock. Oh god, he’s preparing for penetration. He carefully pushes himself inside Ruud. I hold my breath. Easily. I’ve simply forgotten how to breathe. Ruud places his hands around the sides of the desk when James starts thrusting. They are fucking. My nipples burn with desire. I want to be a part of it. I want to join them. Their cursing and growling gets louder and louder. The desk legs slide rhythmically on the floor. I don’t hesitate, quickly glance around me and then let my hand disappear under my dress. I press two fingertips against my wet thong. A surge of ecstasy shoots wildly through my body. I slowly move the fabric aside and slide two fingers through my wet folds. It feels warm, inviting. With my eyes fixed on the two fucking men, I start fingering myself. My fingers move to their rhythm and even my moaning syncs with their tone. Breathing no longer seems to come naturally, and I start panting uncontrollably. I close my eyes. Everything feels tender, my muscles start to tingle and I can barely stay on my feet. I’m going to come, so hard. Just before I get there, I suddenly hear Ruud’s voice. He is close, closer than I thought. “I know you’re there, Emma. Feel like coming in?” I feel caught, almost ashamed, but fuck it. I definitely feel like going in.