After Hours Dick at the Office

Tonight I Learned the Perks of Staying Late at the Office!

Out of hours, the office beyond the 9 to 5 felt bare in a strange way that was not likely to happen during daylight hours. I would have never thought that bareness would somehow lead to some after hours dick. The light was turned down but not extinguished. The ambiance was different, less noisy but still with the hum of the distant city through the glass. I was at the window, my fingers lightly touching the ledge, observing the distant approaching lights like thin lines of light. At that moment, I felt his presence. No sound, just the conscious realization of one more person being there. The very slight movement of air behind my back. When I looked back, he was there, no jacket, no tie, rolled sleeves, his after hours attire. “You’re still at it,” he said, voice low, unhurried. “So are you.”

His eyes were upon me, drifting through to the window. To the city. To our faint silhouettes in the glass. Then he moved one step closer. Not close enough to touch. Just close enough to make the gap between us a conscious one. I could feel the window on my back; the glass was cool, and the difference made my breath hitch up. His eyes shot to my lips. Then to my neck. Gradually, purposefully, his palm ascended to settle on my wrist. His index finger pressed very lightly below my pulse, feeling it leap. The hold was both stabilizing and risky at the same time, keeping its hot trail that made my skin seem all of a sudden incredibly sensitive. The city was shining behind him. The windows across the street were blaring brightly. Anyone peeking would spot me and my after hours dick.

The City Watched My Tryst With After Hours Dick!

Our kiss did not feel hurried at all when finally his mouth pressed against mine. His hand at my waist forcefully gripped me, and thus I was against the glass. I breathed out a small moan into his mouth; the sound was soft but clearly there, and I could feel his body reacting to that right away, his shoulders getting tenser, his breath becoming harsher. The glass at my back was now chilling me, a striking contrast to the front where my body was getting hot from the promise of after hours dick. His lips went on from my mouth to my jaw, then to my neck, where he lingered for a bit, leaving warmness behind but not being there long enough to feel bold. The tightness of his grip kept me in place as my body reacted, as the city observed, as the window caught our exhibitionism.

My after hours dick moved his hips very slowly and in a controlled manner, and the contact created a sharp wave of pleasure which went right through me. I let out a sound, my fingers became reflexively tighter, and his jaw became tensed as if he was the one who was right at the limit of restraint. The window was now like a stage, bright and open. The risk of my after hours dick turned every nerve alive. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, racing. His lips were tracing my jawline, my neck, and he was so close, but that didn’t stop the feeling, the heat. The mastery, the control, was so even and so intentional that it made my whole body melt into his without any hesitation. I leaned in again, but this time I was more confident. And that was exactly when his hold seemingly shattered.

After Hours Dick Was Amazing!

With a firm hold, he clasped me more closely. The feeling was even more than delightful. The two of us were united forehead to forehead, still, our whole bodies were touching. The connection was now fastened all the time; the chests were together. The hips in line, the slightest move is enough to create a sensation that could go ecstatic. After hours dick was my new favorite. We could not separate our bodies from each other because we were so caught up in the rapture of our after hours dick that we just formed a big, writhing pleasure mass. The skin on us was sweaty, our breathing was the fog that made the window behind me turn opaque. Without even a thought, I went into him, and a soft sound came out of me.

The window behind me was hot now, glass and bodies captured our heat, and the outside world was coming down to just flickering reflections. Our dance of after hours dick was slow, instinctive, and stillness-like, but we felt the intensity coming and going through us, like a wave. It was both reckless and very intimate. It was intimacy that could make time slip away and amplify senses. When he at long last placed his forehead on my shoulder. He was still holding me, still very close; it was not an ending but a pause that we both knew would not last long. I kept my hands on him, my fingers clutched into the fabric, and my heart was still racing. The after hours dick felt like a secret that would never be forgotten in a way that was written in heat and breath on a window that would never tell.

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