My First Time: Seduced by His Eyes in the Empty Office
The office lights dimmed. Everyone gone. Just us, hearts racing in the silence. I’d felt his eyes all day. Burning into my neck, my back, my ass. My skin prickled. Nipples hardened under my blouse. I pretended to work, but my pussy throbbed. Fear mixed with hunger. This was it. No turning back.
He stood first. I followed. Our eyes locked. His smile—small, wicked. Tongue flicked his lips. My breath hitched. Pulse hammered in my ears. We faced each other. His hand gripped my neck. Pulled me in. Mouths crashed. Tongues tangled. Hot, wet, desperate. Couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to. His other hand pressed me against him. His hard belly ground into my soft heat. I moaned into his kiss.
The Approach
Whispers in my ear. Dirty words. ‘Want you so bad.’ Crude, perfect. Made me wetter. Hands yanked my blouse open. Buttons popped. Tits spilled out. He stepped back. Stared. I flushed, half-naked, vulnerable. Him still dressed. Power play. His palms cupped my breasts. Lifted them. Thumbs circled nipples. Then squeezed. Firm, gentle. I arched. Begged with my body.
I reached for his shirt. He stopped me. Stripped me instead. Skirt off. Panties down. Naked now. Exposed. Shivering with nerves and need. His fingers trailed down. Brushed my clit. I gasped. One finger slid inside. Wet, tight. Pumped slow. I twisted. Sighs turned to whimpers. ‘I love you,’ I panted. Slurred. Building fast.
We stumbled to the boss’s studio. Attached room. Dim lights. Couch waiting. Stops along the way. Pinned to a wall. Finger-fucked to orgasm. Legs shook. Then stairs. Another peak. Dripping, aching. Finally, couch. Me nude. Him shedding clothes. His cock—thick, veined, perfect. I craved it.
The Instant
He explored. Lips on my hills, valleys. Neck. Tits sucked, nibbled. Held back, teasing. I writhed. ‘Please,’ I begged. Loud now. He positioned. Tip at my entrance. Hungry pussy clenched. Slow push in. Filled me. Stretched. First thrust—electric. Heart exploded. New world. We rocked. Missionary. Doggy. Sideways. Climaxes crashed. Wave after wave. Screams muffled. Sweaty, spent collapse.
Shower quick. Dressed. He left. To her. Colleague. Married. Kids. My high crashed. Innocence gone? Or just starting? Days later, Valentine’s. He left cold. Bought flowers. I followed. Suburban house. Shutters open. Watched them. Naked. Her—saggy tits, flabby gut, soft ass. Ugly compared to me. But he fucked her. Hard. She screamed. ‘Yes, baby, fuck me!’ He growled, ‘I love you.’
Knife twist. Betrayal. My first time—special? Or routine? Jealousy burned. Told the new intern he had HIV. Lie. Revenge. He wasn’t mine. Never was. That night shattered illusions. Grew up fast. Pleasure’s price: pain.
