Forbidden Office Sex Adventures

Forbidden Office Sex Adventures

I was never one for office romances or being with anyone I spent lots of time with, in a professional capacity. This time though, the forbidden office sex was too alluring. It wasn’t late nights or empty offices, it was in the middle of the workflow, around the other coworkers.

That was our mistake or maybe our thrill.

This forbidden relationship didn’t start intentionally and to be honest I had never thought of this man in a sexual or romantic way. Like I said I stayed away from that. It started in the hallway thick with traffic. We were walking down the hall close but not together, he grabbed my waist and guided me through a crowd. It wasn’t unprofessional but my body responded anyway. He walked away quickly, but the heat from his touch lingered. When I got back to my desk I realized he had made an unexpected impression.

The thing about forbidden office sex, it rarely starts intentionally.

It builds in the moments of workflow with your team or regular office interactions. Our intimacy built in a slow burn way. Out knees touching under the conference table in meetings, his fingers touching mine as we exchanged paperwork. He would whisper a work related comment in my ear. My focus started to fall to pieces when he was around. Our coworkers were type, make calls, and laugh… oblivious to what was growing between us.

When we crossed the line into intentional, it was almost unnoticeable.

We were sitting in a packed conference room crowded next to one another. Our tablets on the table, taking notes. His arm next to mine, his hand moving slowly closer to me hidden by the table. I didn’t look at him, I couldn’t. I kept taking notes while my pulse raced. The intimacy wasn’t in the open, that is what made me squirm inside

I become wound so tight with this forbidden office sex thing.

I would sneak into the supply closet, the small private restrooms, the stairwells. Stolen moments. Passing close in the hall, just enough contact to feel dangerous. I became aware of his presence any time he was near and my body thrummed with the intensity.

What came next was reckless. It was midafternoon and people were everywhere. He had leaned over my shoulder to ask a question. His body shielded his hand brushing my hip. It was slow and intentional, I couldn’t have misunderstood the hint if I wanted to. I answered him calmly and professionally but my body was anything but. When someone came up he backed away with his mask in place. No one noticed, it felt dangerous.

After a bit I met him in the unused stairwell, behind the stairs. All the heat that had been building, exploded in a frenzy of hands and kisses and licks and sucking and hands over mouths to hide the noise we wanted to shout.

Now it truly was forbidden office sex.

We hooked up any chance we could get, the unnoticeable touches and caresses became our secret code for meet me in the closet or the stairwell. It was a game we played, trying to not get caught. This fire lasted for months, our coworkers and bosses none the wiser of our secret office sex breaks.
As with all things forbidden and dangerous, it lost it’s edge. The game was old and well played. The touches and trysts became less and less. Eventually I was promoted to a different floor and I no longer saw my office sex partner.

It was fun while it lasted and learned that sometimes it can be fun to break the rules.

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