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World Building Note:
Consent exists in this world, people have the agency to choose their sexual partners - but all barriers for sex are dropped. Put jealousy, control, social taboo, unwanted pregnancy, and STIs out of your mind; they either don't exist or are a solved problem. Imagine a world where you could wink at a person across the room in a restaurant, and you could be enjoying their body a few minutes later without fear of repercussions or judgement. Enjoy :)
Part One: Office
I approached the sales department and peered across the corporate sprawl, noting a conspicuous absence. I stopped at Teresa's desk, a middle age woman who managed to be both kindly and biting.
"Afternoon Teresa!" I chirped
"Well hello Oliver," she chimed, looking up from her computer screen.
"How's the working life treating you?"
"Whoever invented work should be shot." she replied, smiling.
"Have you seen Harry?" I said, jumping to the point.
"Hmm, yea, I believe he's with..." Teresa's head raised and swiveled around the open floor plan "Eve?" She guessed.
"Oh? And they're...?"
"Mutually occupied." Teresa stated, plainly. I gave an ambivalent shrug. Teresa continued "I think I heard them in conference room three. You could pop your head in, Harry probably wouldn't mind," she fixed me with a knowing look "and Eve certainly wouldn't."
"It's not urgent." I glanced at the time. "I suppose I'll take my lunch break and return after, think they'll be done by then?"
"They'd better." Teresa grumbled, turning back to her spreadsheets.
I swung by the kitchen to grab my lunch, and followed the familiar path to the 2nd floor supply room; eager to reclaim the drawing supplies I kept tucked behind the stacks of printer paper.
I let my mind wander to what I might sketch in my off time, where I should take my lunch on this sunny spring day, how my girlfriend Amelia was handling the stress at her office today.
I reached the supply closet door, pressed down the handle, put my back against the door, and pushed inside.
"Ah!" I heard the girl before I saw her. I turned to see her curled up in a spare office chair, her legs propped on a cart of unused books. Her hand was slipped inside her unbuttoned pants, moving rhythmically.
"Oh! Sorry!" I said reflexively, but unnecessarily. I entered the cramped storage room and quietly shut the door behind me.
Her dark hair had fallen to cover most of her face, she looked up and flashed a courteous smile through the strands. Her name appeared in my mind. María. We had fallen into conversation at the company Christmas party and realized our tastes in music were similar. I noticed the red flush to her face, not in embarrassment, but exertion. Poor girl had obviously been going at it for a while.
"Hi Oliver," She got out. Her voice was soft, slightly accented, and a little strained. "Am I..?" The pace of the hand massaging her clit slowed. "Am I in your way?"
"Not at all, María" I assured, maneuvering past her. "Don't let me distract you."
I knelt directly behind her, shifted a stack of printer paper to reveal the pouch containing my notebook and colored pencils. I could hear the wetness of her working. I felt a throb in my pants. My eyes shifted in her direction. At the base of the chair was a small vibrator, the blinking of a 'low battery' light spoke to its uselessness.
"Would you... like some help?" I said, Keeping my voice casual.
"Oh, Oliver, you're sweet" Her hips bucked, "I think I can handle... I wouldn't want to keep you"
I stood up and moved back towards the door, art materials reclaimed. As I passed she reached out her free hand and gave my arm a gentle squeeze and let her finger trail down my forearm. I remember her casual touches at the Christmas party, warm and tender. "Kind of you to offer,"
As I reached the exit, I glanced over my shoulder and gave her a playful wink. "Enjoy yourself, María." Then turned to leave. I was almost through the door when I heard her call out.
"Wait! Ay, Mierda" She was sprawled out, exasperated. Her hand left her pants in defeat. "I can't let you walk away."
I held in a smirk. What an odd way of phrasing that.
"Well, I'm at your service" I chimed. She let out a nervous giggle.
The door hissed closed behind me and clicked shut. She was already wriggling out of her pants. Her panties had strawberries on them. Delicious. I thought to myself.
"It needs to be quick" she explained, and checked her phone, "like... eight minutes quick"
"Then let's do it in five" I said, and hoped I could back up my bravado. I leaned down, sliding an arm behind her back and cupping my other hand beneath her butt, then hoisted her in the air. She let out a playful yelp. I laid her down atop the abandoned cart. Her back on the books, her legs in the air. In her eyes was a hungry excitement.
"When is the last time you....?" I stuck a finger in the air, and made a subtle insertion motion
"It's been a little while," she admitted sheepishly. I wet a finger, snuck it past her strawberry print panties, and found the warmth underneath. I ran the tip of her finger along her slit, it was overflowing with natural lubricant. She let out a soft coo as I brushed against her clit. Normally I would have paid special attention to that most sensitive of erogenous zones, but we were in a hurry.
I pushed down towards her opening, nestling inward before sliding into her. She was so warm, so welcoming. She released a long breath and let her head sink backwards as I pushed deep and curled my finger upward.
"Am I in the right place?" I asked, applying rhythmic pressure.
"Mmhm" she intoned, her voice harmonic "Definitely"
I reminded myself I couldn't get lost in this appetizing moment, this was just the warm up. I moved my finger in a beckoning motion across the top of her inner wall, finding a faster momentum. María purred her assent.
I pulled out for a moment, wetting a second finger, and cautiously squeezing both inside of her. María's breath caught as I encountered resistance, but I moved slowly, wiggling my fingers and creating room for myself. When her opening reached my knuckle and I was firmly pressed against her spot, I began to subtly vibrate the tips of my fingers.
María jolted, letting out a moan made staccato by the movement "Ay... dios mio" She pushed her hips against my pressure, I saw this as a good sign. I brought my thumb up to her clit to softly massage it back and forth. A smile crept across her face, her eyes closed. I could see her giving into the sensation, letting her body shift and arch and squirm, as if waking up from a particularly satisfying nap. I settled into this rhythm, occasionally putting more emphasis on her clit for little jolts of stimulus. The balance between consistency and excitement is the path to orgasm.
Her eyelids opened partially; she gazed at me, a little admiration in her stare.
"I wish we had more time" she panted "I want to savor this"
"I'm savoring every second," I assured and leaned over her. Our lips met, wet and ravenous, her tongue flicked out and played around mine. The dual sensation of her soft warm insides on my fingers, and her delicate lips against mine threatened to overtake my focus. My thumb circled her sensitive bud. She broke from our kiss to let a long involuntary moan escape her lips.
"I want you" she breathed into my mouth.
"Are you sure?" I said, stupidly. "We only have a few more-"
"Please" her reflective brown eyes looked up at me. Who am I to refuse such a lovely creature? Plus, I could feel my cock begging for the same.
Keeping one hand inside of her, I reached towards my belt, mercifully it gave way easily. My pants dropped a few inches, and I slipped down my underwear enough for my pleading member to pop out.
María brought a hand to her mouth, depositing a healthy amount of saliva on her fingers before wrapping them around my tip. Electricity shot down my shaft and up my spine at her delicate touch - I hadn't realized how much I needed this.
For a few seconds I touched her, and she touched me - a calm moment as we enjoyed the shared sensation.
Then I slipped my fingers out and leaned my body in - she pulled aside her underwear and guided me towards her opening and then released as we pushed into each other.
Velvet gooey bliss greeted me, her warmth enveloping me.
We simultaneously let out a low "oohh" as our pelvic regions met, and shared a giggly smile as we savored our closest point.
"You know" she began, as I drew back "I wanted to have you at Christmas"
"Oh yeah?" I chatted, starting a long purposeful thrust. She let herself enjoy being filled up, then as I nested deep inside her, she continued.
"But I got a little too drunk, and Eve got to you first" I thought back to that night, a fist full of Eve's honey blonde hair, appreciating her toned back as I took her from behind, watching her impossibly perky tits bounce through the mirror of the women's bathroom. We had gained a little audience by the end of it as other women lingered to watch after while drying their hands.
"She kept bringing it up the next day," María pouted "Now I get why."
"I just wanted to be near you that night" I admitted, starting to pick up the pace of my movements "You're such a glowing presence, like sunlight" The words felt a little stupid, but I meant them.
She blushed, and then let out a satisfied "mmm" as the sensation wafted over her.
"I'm happy to be near you now" I said, earnestly.
"Me too" she beamed,"Oliver it feels really, really good" The cart began to shift under us, our accelerating movements causing books to tumble. I grabbed the edge of the cart, leveraging the rocking, pulling her towards me with each thrust. Her vocalizations were getting louder and more fervent as my pace grew faster and more vigorous.
I relished the feeling. Her insides seemed to grip me, encircling my length as I pulled out, the texture of her vagina lapping around my cock as I pushed in.
I felt an orgasm welling up at the base of my shaft - I did my best to bite it down, digging my nails into my palm for some sort of external sensation to focus on. I needed to act decisively.
I swung María's legs up to rest on my shoulders, I placed one hand on her ass, applying upward pressure to shift her pelvis. I needed my thrusts to be hitting that perfect spot on the inside of her belly. Her melodic sounds of pleasure told me I was hitting the right place. My other hand wrapped around her raised thigh, and reached towards her clit.
"Yes" María moaned "Right there, yes, Oliver"
I'm sure our coworkers could hear us. I'm sure they wouldn't care.
Her hand clamped around my forearm, her nails reflexively digging into my skin.
She began to shutter.
"Oliver, yes"
I pushed myself as deep into her as I could, she pushed her hips up to meet me, my fingers nurturing her pink button clit. A cry caught in her throat as the anticipation swelled.
I almost felt the orgasm ripple through her, I certainly saw it - the frustration of her long masturbation session giving way to writhing euphoria as she let out a long sensual moan.
She was glowing.
Her muscles released, her whole body relaxing into panting satisfaction.
I let her rest there for a second, both of us panting, before dutifully checking my phone.
"You've got about a minute" I reported, softly.
"Ugh" she groaned, and muttered an expletive in Spanish. I helped her off the cart we'd commandeered. María straightened her strawberry pattern panties, stepped into her pants and wrangled them around her waist.
"How do I look?" She was still breathing heavily.
"Beautiful" I concluded.
She fixed me with a grin and then leaned up to kiss my cheek.
"Thank you, sweet man."
And then she darted towards the door. Leaving me with my pants down and my penis fully erect.
"Please charge my vibrator!" María called back loudly as she reentered office life. I sighed and looked down at my thwarted genitalia.
I could seek out Eve, maybe join her and Harry? But decided against it; I would savor this experience for now - figuring a release would come when I met up with Amelia this evening.
"You're just gonna have to wait," I vocalized downward, and tucked away my bits.
I plugged in the vibrator. Then, I took my lunch and my drawing supplies to the roof of the office to soak in the sunlight and crisp early spring air. I turned to my notebook and rendered the moment María and I shared in that closet with deep purples and browns, streaks of warm yellow radiating from our meeting bodies.
End of Part One
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