Lena

Her name is Lena, and I've had a crush on her since the day she transferred into my building.

I'm in my twenties. I've been working in the warehouse a couple of years now -- long enough to know it's a dead-end job, but not long enough to care.

Lena transferred from our head office. She shares a small office with Kara.

Kara's eight years older than me. Lena's ten.

I've been fucking Kara for a couple months now.

She knows I have a girlfriend.

She doesn't care.

I could tell from the start Kara was hungry -- the kind of hungry that doesn't give a shit about rings or promises or anything else.

I took my shot.

Turns out some women just want cock, no strings attached.

But Lena?

Lena's different.

She's married. No kids. Always flashing that easy, flirty smile like she doesn't have a care in the world.

And every time she looks at me -- every time she lingers just a little too long -- I get the feeling she wants it too.

Wants me.

Maybe I'm fooling myself.

Maybe she's just one of those women who flirts for fun, not for the kill.

That's fine. I don't mind being the one who brings that smile to her face.

But deep down, I can't shake the feeling there's more there.

Something dirty.

Something she's dying to let out.

One day at work, it almost happened.

I was chatting with my boss in the office, wasting time before heading back to the floor.

I ducked into the little private bathroom to wash my hands -- left the door open without thinking.

No big deal.

Until Lena walked in.

She leaned against the doorframe, eyes gleaming, and said, "Okay. Here's your chance. Take me."

I froze.

I just stood there, staring at her like a fucking idiot.

Couldn't move. Couldn't speak.

My eyes dropped to the floor.

She laughed. Walked away like it was nothing.

I've been kicking myself ever since.

Would she have let me?

If I had grabbed her -- pinned her against the sink, slid my hand up under that little pencil skirt she always wears -- would she have let it happen?

I don't know.

But I can't stop thinking about it.

Every time I see her, it flashes in my head.

Every time I jerk off, it's there -- replaying, rewriting, making it dirtier in my mind than it ever could have been in real life.

Since that day, the flirting's never stopped.

It's the best part of my day -- walking into Lena and Kara's office, shooting the shit, throwing little lines at both of them just to see them smile, see them blush.

They giggle like schoolgirls.

They love it.

And it makes going to that miserable job not suck so much.

An opportunity came up at work for me to take a supervisor position on the afternoon shift.

I was young -- too young, probably -- and nowhere near ready for that kind of responsibility.

But I figured, fuck it. I was already there. Might as well take the money.

Turns out, taking that job was the smartest move I ever made -- at least when it came to Lena and Kara.

The new position meant I spent a lot more time in the office.

And I swear, the more time I spent around them, the dirtier their flirting got.

It only got worse when the summer hit.

Kara and I kept fucking -- sneaking around like a couple of horny teenagers.

Neither of us had our own place.

We made it work.

Fucking in her car.

At her parents' house when they were out of town.

Sometimes even at work -- after hours, after everyone had left -- me bending her over the office desk, taking her fast and rough with the lights off and the door locked.

(Perks of having the building key.)

But back to Lena.

One afternoon, I walked into their office and overheard them talking about a party Lena was throwing that Saturday night.

I made a big show of being offended -- clutching my chest, pouting -- and they laughed, teased me.

Lena said something about me "not being able to keep up with the grown-ups."

But I got the invite anyway.

I knew it would be an older crowd.

I knew Lena's husband would be there.

Didn't matter.

I wasn't passing up the chance to see her outside of work -- to see what she was like when she wasn't wearing that professional mask.

The day of the party, I made sure I looked my best.

Slim, tan, fresh haircut.

Good jeans, fitted tee.

I knew how to dress. I knew how to play the part when I needed to.

Kara offered me a ride -- she didn't drink -- but I told her I'd drive myself.

Didn't want to be trapped.

Didn't want anything getting in the way if the night turned interesting.

I got to Lena's place around eight.

It was nice.

Nothing flashy, nothing huge -- but you could tell it was a home.

It had that warm, lived-in feeling.

The kind of place where every little picture frame, every throw pillow, had been touched by Lena's hands.

Everyone was out back.

It was mostly neighbors, friends.

Older couples.

People laughing, smoking, drinking beers under the string lights.

The second I got there, I learned Lena's husband had gone out of town the night before for work.

I tried to hide how happy that made me.

I think I played it cool.

Maybe.

Lena and Kara looked incredible.

Different types of gorgeous, but both dangerous in their own way.

Kara -- short, curvy, dark.

Chubby, but carried it well -- those big, perfect tits framed by a tight little summer dress that clung to her body in all the right ways.

She hated her body.

I fucking loved it.

And Lena -- taller, leaner.

Wearing tight, light-wash cropped jeans and heels that made her legs look endless.

Her top was loose, light -- and it didn't take a genius to figure out she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipples were hard, clear outlines under the fabric every time she laughed, every time she leaned in to talk.

It was impossible not to stare.

And she noticed.

Every time my eyes dropped, every time my gaze lingered a little too long, Lena just smiled -- slow and knowing -- like she didn't mind at all.

As the night went on, I made my rounds and talked to just about everyone at the party.

I'm not the life of the party type, but I think they liked having a younger guy around -- someone to laugh at when I didn't get their dated references. The men appreciated my stories, all the shit they'd already lived through. And the women?

They were all like Lena and Kara -- married, slightly tipsy, and intrigued by the young guy who still thought about sex every five seconds.

Their husbands were all obsessed with golf, fishing, fantasy leagues -- anything but them.

Meanwhile, I was standing right there, eyes and ears wide open, ready to give them the kind of attention they hadn't had in years.

Everyone was outside, but the booze was inside -- which meant any time I went in for a refill, there was a chance I'd end up one-on-one with someone.

The first time I went in for a beer, two of Lena's neighbors were about to do shots of tequila.

They saw me and asked if I wanted one.

Fuck yes.

We threw one back and started talking shit. One of the guys -- short, stocky, probably a virgin when he got married -- started going off about how his wife thought I was "cute."

It got a little awkward. I half-expected him to ask me to fuck her.

Instead, he grinned and said, "Can't wait to get her home and fuck the shit out of her."

I thought, yeah, I'm sure she'll love those two minutes.

The second time I went in, I needed to piss.

To my surprise, Lena was just stepping out of the bathroom as I was stepping in.

She smirked and said, "You following me now? Trying to get me alone?"

I hadn't even noticed she wasn't outside, but I wasn't about to miss the opportunity.

"Guilty as charged," I said.

That laugh -- the one she always gives me at work -- slipped out. Only this time, she put her hand on my chest.

Her smile lingered. Our eyes met in the quiet. It was a moment.

I told her I really had to piss, but we had to do a shot together before she went back outside.

She shook her head. "Tequila makes me do bad things."

I said, "In that case, we're doing doubles."

She laughed again -- and finally gave in.

We knocked back a shot together. I fed her the lime wedge, then gently wiped her lip when she pulled away.

She thanked me in a tone that made my cock twitch.

Her eyes... they were daring me. Inviting me.

I wanted to kiss her.

I froze.

Again.

I laughed it off like an idiot. "I'm gonna piss my pants."

She laughed too and walked out, leaving me standing there with a full bladder and a head full of regret.

I tried to shake it off.

The third time I went inside, I grabbed another beer.

Kara was in the kitchen packing up leftovers into containers.

She looked up. "I thought you weren't drinking tonight."

"This is only my third," I said, not bothering to mention the tequila.

She didn't push. She knew I was young.

She knew I wasn't hers.

We went back outside together.

A few minutes later, Kara started saying her goodbyes.

Before leaving, she asked if I'd walk her to her car. I said sure.

On the way there, I told her I'd stick around for a bit longer -- sober up, then head home.

She just smiled. "Uh-huh."

At her car, she turned and said, "There's something I've been wanting to show you all night."

Curious, I asked, "What?"

She slowly lifted her dress -- no panties.

She lowered it again and gave me that dirty smile I knew so well.

I might've been there for Lena, but I'm not a fucking idiot.

I leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed me back -- hard.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in tight, her body pressing against her car as my hand slid up her dress.

Her pussy was soaked.

I fingered her while she reached for my cock, rubbing it through my jeans.

She whispered, "Fuck me," into my ear.

Didn't need to ask twice.

I opened the back door and helped her in.

I slid in behind her, taking my usual spot -- middle of the backseat. We'd done this before.

Her bare ass was in my face as she leaned over to grab a condom from the glove box.

I stuck my thumb inside her, pressing against her g-spot while her asshole stared me down.

She'd always had rules. Anal was off limits.

But she was dripping wet, and I was a little drunk and completely turned on.

I licked the thumb of my other hand and started massaging her asshole.

She flinched.

But her moans got louder.

Between breaths, she said, "You know my rule."

"One of these days," I said, "you're gonna break that rule for me."

She looked over her shoulder. "Tonight's not that day."

I lowered my pants.

She got the condom on me.

Seconds later, she was riding me -- hard, grinding and bouncing like she needed to cum more than she needed to breathe.

She buried her face in my chest, muffling her moans as she came.

I grabbed her ass and fucked up into her as hard and fast as I could.

I didn't last long.

We sat there in silence, catching our breath, sweaty and spent.

Eventually, she climbed off me and fixed her dress.

I pulled my jeans back up and zipped myself.

We stepped out of the car.

I opened the driver door for her.

She gave me that look -- the one that said she was satisfied.

Then she grabbed my face and kissed me again.

We said our goodbyes.

And I watched her drive away.

When I went back inside, more people were getting ready to leave.

I waited while Lena walked them to the door.

When she came back into the kitchen, she grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"You want one?" she asked.

"I shouldn't."

"You should," she said with a grin.

How the fuck could I say no to that?

She twisted off the caps, handed me one, and we said cheers.

I followed her outside, and we sat on her outdoor couch, chatting with the few people still hanging around.

It was the first time all night we'd sat together -- close enough that her leg pressed against mine.

That was her doing, not mine.

And every once in a while, when she laughed, her hand would land on her thigh... but somehow brush against mine.

It was doing something to me.

Something obvious.

I prayed no one else could see the way my cock was getting harder inside my jeans.

Her hand brushing my thigh, her nipples cutting through the thin fabric of her top --

I was hornier now than I'd been earlier in the car with Kara.

The last couple standing started complaining about the chill.

They asked if we could take the party inside.

Lena shook her head. "I'm getting tired anyway. Let's call it a night."

Inside, the couple hugged Lena, then hugged me.

The guy gave me the classic bro-hug.

His wife squeezed me just a little too tight -- held on just a little too long -- and I wasn't complaining.

After they left, I helped Lena clean up.

We chatted a few minutes longer.

I said I should get going, let her get to bed.

"No way," she said. "You're not driving. You're staying. I'm not taking no for an answer."

I started to protest, but she waved me off with that smile -- the one that said she was in charge now.

Without a word, she walked over to the linen closet and pulled out a stack of bedding.

I stood back and watched while she made up the couch -- moving methodically, fluffing the pillow, smoothing the sheet, bending to tuck in the corners.

Her tight jeans hugged every curve of her ass, and I couldn't stop staring. I didn't even try.

She knew I was watching.

She moved slowly, deliberately.

Like she wanted me to.

When she finished, she turned and stood there -- not saying anything, just looking at me.

Like she was waiting for something.

A hug.

A move.

Something.

I froze.

Again.

She held the pause for a second longer, then finally gave up and walked upstairs.

I listened to her footsteps on the stairs, heard the soft creak of the floorboards.

No door closing.

I took off my jeans, tossed them over a chair.

Laid down on the couch.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Alone upstairs in her bed.

Was she already asleep?

Was she lying there, waiting?

If she wanted me, would she want me in her bed -- the same bed she shared with her husband?

Or would she want me right here, on this couch, where it would be easier to forget afterward?

I couldn't sleep.

I thought about her husband -- all the places in this house he'd fucked her.

I thought about all the places she might have touched herself -- lying on this same couch, fingers working between her legs, maybe even thinking about me.

My cock was rock hard.

I pulled it out of my boxers and wrapped my hand around it.

Started stroking while I imagined her here, naked, moaning into the empty house.

And then I heard it.

Faint.

Upstairs.

Moaning.

I froze, hand still around my cock.

Straining to hear.

She was touching herself.

She had to be.

I stood up quietly, heart hammering against my ribs, and crept to the base of the stairs.

The moaning was soft -- deliberate -- like maybe she wanted me to hear it.

I climbed the stairs slowly, careful not to make a sound.

Found her room.

I pressed myself against the wall, cock throbbing inside my boxers.

I listened.

Her moans stayed steady, rhythmic.

I tried to peek inside, but it was too dark.

I pulled my cock back out, stroking it slowly, imagining her fingers working over her pussy.

I shifted my weight -- the floor creaked.

The moaning stopped.

I froze.

My heart in my throat.

Dick still in my hand.

And then --

"Come here," she called out softly.

I tucked myself back into my boxers and stepped inside.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust.

She was lying on the bed under a sheet, barely visible in the shadows -- just the faintest outline of her body in the dark.

She patted the bed beside her.

I obeyed.

Lay down on top of the sheet -- her still under it.

My cock was throbbing, straining against my boxers.

"Touch yourself for me," she whispered.

My mouth went dry.

I stood up, stripped off my shirt, slid my boxers to the floor.

My cock sprang free -- thick, hard, dripping.

She watched.

Her eyes locked on me.

She patted the space beside her again.

I lay back down -- naked this time -- and wrapped my hand around my cock.

I started stroking, slow at first.

Then faster.

The strokes got rough.

The sound of it filled the room.

Wet, desperate.

I stared into her eyes while I pumped my cock -- showing her exactly what she was doing to me.

And then she pulled the sheet away.

She was naked.

Completely.

Small, perky tits.

Giant, aching nipples.

A shaved pussy glistening between her spread thighs.

She started rubbing her clit, fingers slick and fast.

We watched each other -- no shame, no hesitation.

I was ready to cum.

But I held back -- waiting for her.

She moaned, bit her lip, eyes locked on mine.

And we came together.

I groaned as my load shot into the air, landing wherever it wanted.

I didn't care.

Neither did she.

We lay there panting, bodies still twitching from release.

I wanted to speak -- wanted to say something -- but I didn't want to ruin it.

Lena broke the silence first.

"I've been waiting all night to do that," she said.

I laughed, breathless. "Hottest thing I've ever done."

She smiled. "I'm fighting every urge not to put my hands on you right now."

I told her how badly I wanted her -- but this was enough.

This moment was enough.

I stood up and grabbed my boxers, my cock still half-hard, cum still dripping.

"Wait," she said, crawling across the bed.

"Let me clean you up."

I didn't argue.

She took my cock in her hand, brought her mouth to the tip, and licked the cum off -- slow, deliberate.

Then she wrapped her lips around me and sucked, cleaning me with her tongue.

My cock hardened instantly.

I stood there at the edge of her bed, watching her -- naked, on her hands and knees -- sucking me with slow, dirty devotion.

Lena stayed on her hands and knees, looking up at me -- breathless. Desperate.

"Use me," she said. "However you want."

That's all I needed to hear.

I fixed her hair, gathered it in my hand, and held it tight behind her head.

Then I started facefucking her -- hard. Brutal.

Her throat took me deeper than I'd ever been taken.

I asked, "Is this what you want?"

She choked out a muffled "uh-huh," gagging around me.

Drool poured from her lips. Her eyes watered. But she didn't stop. She took it all.

I pulled out, spit dripping from her chin, and shoved her over onto her back.

"Yes," she moaned. "Treat me like a whore. Talk to me like a whore. I want to hear it."

I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed, folding her in half.

"Whose whore are you?" I growled.

"Yours," she gasped. "All yours."

I pressed her feet over her head and slapped her ass -- hard. The sound cracked through the room.

She screamed. I knew it hurt.

I did it again. And again. She moaned louder.

"You love being used, don't you?"

"Yes," she panted. "I'm a dirty fucking slut. I need you to prove how slutty I am."

I leaned in and buried my face in her pussy, tongue-fucking her while my thumb worked her g-spot.

She writhed, screaming. Her juices coated my mouth.

I pressed my other thumb to her ass -- slick from her arousal -- and pushed inside.

She gasped, moaning louder as I worked both holes.

She screamed, "I'm cumming!" and I kept going -- licking, pressing, teasing -- until she finally begged me to stop.

She lay there motionless, wrecked.

"You had enough?" I asked.

"No fucking way."

I looked at her. Her eyes burned with the same hunger I'd seen since day one.

"I've wanted to fuck you since the day you looked at me like that," I said. "Tonight, you're mine."

I spat on her pussy and slid inside.

She moaned like she was starving for it.

"Harder," she cried.

I gave her everything I had.

Angry. Aggressive.

I wrapped my hand around her throat.

"Tap if it's too much."

She never tapped.

Eventually, I released. I kept fucking. Until I couldn't anymore.

We collapsed together, breathing hard.

"Need a breather?" she teased, grinning through her exhaustion.

"I'll take care of you, baby."

She rolled me over and kissed me.

And in that kiss, it hit me -- everything up to now had been heat, but this... this kiss is what I'd been starving for.

She worked her way down my body.

Licking my chest.

My nipples.

Lower.

Then my cock was in her mouth again.

She squeezed my balls -- hard.

Pain and pleasure crashed together.

Her thumb circled my asshole.

She pressed in.

It was new. And it was incredible.

She deepthroated me while fingering my ass, searching for my p-spot.

It was too much -- in the best way.

She pulled off and stroked me.

Licking my balls.

Climbed on top.

Lowered her pussy onto my cock.

She rode me like she owned me.

Hands pressed on my chest.

Tits bouncing in my face.

My hands gripping her ass, pinching her nipples.

My cock must've hit the right spot because she screamed, cumming hard again.

She crumbled on top of me, her breath hot against my neck.

"You're my horny girl," I whispered.

She smiled against my skin. "I know."

I was rested now.

And I was nowhere near finished.

She lay face down, spent.

I dragged her by the hips to the edge of the bed.

I bent her over and took her from behind.

I kept whispering filthy names -- ones I didn't even know I knew -- into her ear.

She loved every one of them.

Then she moaned, "I want you to fuck my ass."

This night was unreal.

I spat on my cock, spat on her ass, and slowly slid inside.

She screamed -- a sharp, desperate sound -- but she took it all.

We stayed like that -- her bent over, stretched around me -- until she gasped "What are you waiting for? Fuck me."

I grabbed her hair and fucked her.

Hard.

She rubbed her clit furiously, moaning, screaming for it.

"Cum in my ass," she cried out.

I wasn't waiting for approval -- but it was nice to hear we were on the same page.

I blew a massive load deep inside her.

She collapsed, face down into the mattress.

I fell with her, my cock still buried in her ass.

We stayed like that -- bodies tangled, faces inches apart, breathless.

I looked into her eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I whispered.

As I softened and slid out, I rolled onto my back.

She rolled over and pressed herself against my chest.

We kissed.

Slow. Deep. Raw.

This night had everything -- rough, dirty, tender.

We didn't speak.

We just lay there.

Tangled together.

Breathing each other in.

Finally, I checked in.

"You okay?"

She smiled. "I needed every part of that."

"You're so sweet," she said, laughing softly.

Then she grabbed my hand.

"Come with me."

She led me into the bathroom, into the shower.

We washed each other -- slow, careful, tender.

Taking turns running soap and hands over each other's bodies.

In the light, I saw her clearly.

She was gorgeous.

Real.

The kind of woman I'd fall asleep next to every night if life were fair.

She finished up, dried off, and told me to take my time.

When I returned to the bedroom, she' was already back in bed under fresh sheets.

Still naked.

Nipples still hard beneath the fabric.

"Sleep next to me," she said softly.

I dropped my towel and slipped into bed beside her.

She kissed me once, sweet and slow, then laid her head on my chest.

And this time --

I fell asleep fast.

The next morning, I woke up to Lena's mouth wrapped around my cock.

She was sucking and stroking at the same time -- slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.

Like it was the last cock she'd ever get to suck.

I lay there watching her.

Eyes closed, lips gliding, tongue working every inch.

Completely focused.

Completely filthy.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

She didn't stop.

She kept going -- sucking, stroking -- until I exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed every drop.

Finally, she looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning."

She kissed me -- soft and sweet -- like we hadn't just fucked every way imaginable.

"I just had to taste you one more time," she said.

Then she threw on a robe and headed downstairs.

"Come on. I'll make you breakfast."

I pulled on my boxers and shirt, found my jeans still draped over the chair.

I got dressed and joined her in the kitchen.

We moved around each other like we'd done it before.

Like it was natural.

Like this morning could've been any morning.

We made breakfast together.

Laughed.

Talked.

Stole a few more looks. A few more touches.

After we ate, Lena walked me to the door.

"I hope you enjoyed the party," she said with a smile.

I laughed.

"There was a party?"

She kissed me again -- soft, slow -- and it lingered.

"I had a lot of fun with you," I told her.

She didn't miss a beat.

"As much fun as you have with Kara?"

I froze.

No words came out.

She grinned.

"I get it now. Why she couldn't keep it to herself."

She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear.

"But don't worry," she whispered. "This'll be our little secret."

I gave her one last kiss.

One last squeeze of her bare ass under that robe.

And I walked out the door.

Grinning the whole way home.

Monday afternoon, I'll see both my girls in the office.

And I can't fucking wait.