Erotic Office Affair Makes Going To Work A Pleasure

It always starts the same way. 

After six, the office goes quiet in a way I’ve come to rely on. The phones stop, and the lights dim slightly. I stay later than I need to, even though I tell myself it’s for work. The real reason is harder to explain. This is where our erotic office affair takes place, without witnesses and without excuses.

Charles stands in my doorway while I pretend to finish an email. He doesn’t rush me… he never does. He just waits, watching, and I can feel it on my skin. “You’re still here,” he says. 

“So are you,” I reply, closing my laptop properly this time.

He comes in, shuts the door, and pours two drinks without asking. When he hands me mine, his fingers stay wrapped around the glass for a moment longer than necessary. I don’t pull away, and Charles beckons me over.

I cannot resist this secret erotic office affair… and Charles knows it.

So, I stand because he tells me to. It’s that simple. The shift in power feels quiet, almost casual, and that’s what makes it work. This affair isn’t dramatic. It’s built on small moments like this. 

He steps close enough that I feel his warmth. For a second, neither of us moves, then his hand settles at my waist. It’s steady. Possessive without being rough. I kiss him first, a little clumsily. He lets me, then slows it down, one hand firm at my hip, the other brushing my jaw. The kiss deepens, not hurried, not perfect. I breathe him in. He smells familiar now, and that thought unsettles me.

“Slow,” he says quietly in his cut-glass English accent. I nod, even though my body wants the opposite. He kisses my neck, my shoulder. Nothing rushed in this erotic office affair. Nothing careless. I lean back against the desk.  His hand slides under my silk blouse, and I close my eyes. “This okay?” he asks. “Yes,” I say, without thinking.

We move together in small ways—touching, pressing closer, breathing harder. It’s intimate rather than urgent. The desk creaks softly when I shift my weight. I laugh under my breath, embarrassed, and he smiles against my skin.

I enjoy the risks involved with our erotic office affair, but we both have too much to lose if anybody finds out. 

We stop before we mean to. There’s a sound in the corridor. Reality is creeping back in. Charles stays close, his hand still at my back, and neither of us speaks for a moment. 

“That was a bad idea,” I say.

He exhales, “Probably, but I don’t regret it.” And neither do I, because that’s the truth of this erotic office affair. It isn’t clean or sensible. It just is.

He helps me straighten my clothes. I miss a button on his shirt and leave it that way. Even though he notices, he doesn’t fix it. “Tomorrow,” he says at the door. I nod as I look at him. I feel naughty, and I AM because I don’t give my husband a second thought. And I blush when I think back to the sexy Santa blowjob… the last time I was REALLY naughty. 

Unfinished business. 

The lift ride down feels too long. My reflection looks different—flushed, distracted, slightly undone. Nothing feels resolved. If anything, it feels like we’ve crossed into something we can’t uncross in our erotic office affair.

Outside, the city is loud and ordinary. My phone vibrates as I step onto the pavement. A message from Charles… “Next time, don’t leave so quickly”.

I don’t reply. I just smile and keep walking, already thinking about when “next time” will be. And how far we will take this…

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