Chapter 1 — At Her Company

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I think stories from people around us are far more stimulating than watching some flashy video of a man and woman.

This happened at my girlfriend's company.

My girlfriend and I have been together for just under two years. I graduated from college last year, and we live together in a small flat near the river.

We went through quite a lot before we finally got together. She was my first woman. I didn't meet her until my final year in college.

Even though we started dating late, and haven't been together that long, we're both at an age where we quickly became one.

It was about a year ago.

Early one Sunday morning, I met up with my girlfriend. We met by the riverside—coincidentally, it was the day of a marathon. The roads were blocked off, and police officers were out in droves early that morning.

For some reason, I suddenly needed to look up something online. Nearby was my girlfriend's company. At first, I planned to go to the break room on the second floor of her office building to get what I needed.

But then I thought—why not go inside her company, too? I wanted to see the place, and I also needed to print out some documents.

I kept pressuring her, even though she kept saying no, until she finally gave in.

Of course, it was Sunday, so no one was around. She works full-time at the company and has her own key, so we got in through the security entrance and slipped inside together.

I took a drink she offered, sipped it, and started searching for the files.

When I'd found most of what I needed, a different kind of thought crept into my mind.

At the time, I was completely enchanted by the mystery of my girlfriend's body. She has an incredibly voluptuous figure. Just looking at her breasts made me feel like I might explode any second.

I sat down on a chair and called her over.

She straddled my lap, facing me, and I gently cupped her breasts. I lifted her blouse slightly, pushed her bra up along with it, and softly squeezed her full breasts—so full that they spilled over even when I held them in my palms.

Naturally, she let out those soft, breathy moans that drove me wild.

My hand moved down toward her core.

She flinched slightly and whispered, "No… we can't."

But even though it was her company, with no one around, what was the difference between this place and a motel?

I sat her down on the chair and pulled down her pants.

Then I slipped off her tiny panties—no bigger than the palm of my hand.

It's just my habit—I can't stand having anything on.

Except, of course, when we're in public… ^^

Once she was completely bare, I found her already wet—soaked, in fact—perhaps from the thrill of the place, the secrecy.

I tried to enter her right away.

But the chair was too low, and the angle was all wrong.

So we moved to the sofa. Luckily, it was practically like a bed.

I sat her down and pushed my cock deep inside her.

We started moving fiercely, the intensity building—so much so that we knocked over the coffee table behind her, but kept going. The location itself made me so aroused.

After about ten minutes, I came.

But do you know how grateful I was for those ten minutes?

After the wild sex, we cleaned up, got dressed, and were just about to leave—when suddenly, the metal door handle at the entrance began to move…

My girlfriend shoved me under a desk in the corner.

Then she opened the door.

It was her section manager.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

What an oblivious bastard. If it hadn't been him, I would've gone for round two right then and there.

Her trembling voice reached me under the desk. The thrill was overwhelming. My softened cock surged back to life, hard and ready.

After the manager left, I whispered to her as she exhaled in relief:

"Shall we do it again?"

She refused. Said she was too scared.

Even now, whenever I bring up that day, she just shakes her head, back and forth.

Anyway, we left her company that day, unsatisfied but exhilarated.

But was that the end of the day?

No.

Two hours later, we were back—in a DVD room.

Cooling down our burning bodies.