Office Bathroom Deflowering: My Heart-Racing First Time with the Shy Intern
The office bathroom door clicked shut behind me. Pot’s over, a few drinks buzzing in my veins. I smoothed my yellow summer skirt, light and flirty, the kind that dances with every step. Then, there he was. Jérémie, face twisted in anger, blocking my exit. Heart skipped. Pushed me back onto the toilet seat, hard. Called me a slut, a tease who lit him up and left him burning. Voice low, pleading, I begged him to hush. Apologies tumbled out. He softened, head down. Confessed he’d never fucked a woman. Believed in us. Called me beautiful, envied my husband. Gut punched. Too cute, too raw. Leaned in, head against his chest. His heart hammered like a drum. Fingers in my hair, whispering sweet nothings. No turning back now. Fear twisted with hunger. Pulled down his pants, boxers too. His cock sprang free, thick, veiny. Kissed it soft, cupped his balls. Licked the tip, slow. Finger teased his tight ass. He gasped, hardened fast. Stopped quick—he’d blow too soon. Swapped seats. Lifted skirt inches from his nose. Teased, dropped panties. Wiped his sweaty face with them. Turned, bent over. Skirt up slow. His breath roared. Pussy lips pink, wet, anus winking above. Submitted, waiting. Hands gripped hips. Face buried. Nose in my ass, tongue probing. Guided him to my clit. He learned fast—licking, nibbling, circling back to rim me. Pulse raced. Body on fire. Time to fuck. Fumbled purse for condom. Rolled it on with mouth and hand, his eyes wide as saucers.
Straddled him. Sank down, pussy soaked, swallowing his cock whole. No resistance. Arms round his neck, kissed deep. Rocked hips, up down. His groans filled the stall. Tension built like a storm. Suddenly, he bucked, growled. Cock pulsed, flooding the rubber deep inside. Held still, him clinging like a kid. So tender, my little man made. But I wasn’t done. Kept riding the softening shaft. Took his hand, pressed to my clit between us. ‘Women forgive quick comes,’ I whispered. ‘But not leaving us hanging.’ Fingers danced—rubbing, dipping into my slick hole. Stood, feet on seat. His face at my mound. Tongue dove in, finger in my ass. Trembled hard. Bit lip to stifle scream. Gripped his head, smothered him in pussy juice. Waves crashed, orgasm ripping through. Released—he gasped, face slick, grinning like he’d won the world.
The Approach
Slipped out separately. Bumped into the bitchy boss outside. ‘Hope you keep great memories,’ she smirked. We cracked—uncontrollable laughter, eyes locked in secret triumph. Her scowl fueled it more. Never saw Jérémie again. No calls, no emails. Ungrateful or just fantasy? Doesn’t matter. Broke his innocence in that stall. Nervous fumbles, pounding hearts, first tastes—pure electricity. Moral? Better me than some fumbling girl. His future lovers owe me. What would you do? Heart racing, skirt up, his breath hot—yeah, you’d dive in too.
