Crazy office sex party drives secretary crazy

James had always been the friendly guy at the office, the one who’d share a quick “hello” with coworkers and clients alike. Among them was Mark, a casual acquaintance who’d drop by now and then for a chat over coffee or tea, usually when he needed something related to James’s business. Their conversations were light—small talk about the weather, local gossip, or the occasional sports game. Mark was a decent guy, and James enjoyed their brief interactions. Sometimes, James would spot Mark in town with his wife, Emily, a strikingly attractive woman with an effortless charm that caught the eye. But James never entertained improper thoughts. Mark was a friend, after all, and James prided himself on being professional.

One day, Mark didn’t show up for a scheduled meeting. Instead, he sent Emily in his place. James had seen her before, always from a distance, her beauty undeniable but never dwelled upon. Today, though, was different. When Emily walked into his office, she wore a form-fitting dress that hugged every curve of her body, the hem stopping just at her knees. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her hourglass figure. James greeted her with a polite smile, ushering her inside. Their hands met in a handshake, and the warmth of her soft, delicate fingers sent an unexpected jolt through him. He felt a stir, a spark of something he hadn’t anticipated.

“Please, have a seat,” James said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. He took his place behind it, trying to focus on the task at hand. Emily sat down, crossing one leg over the other with a graceful ease. The movement caused her dress to ride up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, shapely thighs. James’s eyes flicked downward for a split second before he caught himself, forcing his gaze back to her face. But the image lingered in his mind—her legs, long and toned, were a vision he couldn’t entirely shake.

“Coffee?” he offered, his voice steady despite the heat creeping up his neck.

“Sounds perfect,” Emily replied with a warm smile, her voice soft and inviting. As James signaled for the coffee, her phone rang. She excused herself, turning slightly to answer it. Seizing the moment, James stole another glance at her legs. The dress had shifted higher, exposing more of her thighs, and the sight was mesmerizing. Her calves were sculpted, her skin flawless, and the way the fabric framed her legs made his pulse quicken. His body reacted instinctively, his cock stirring in his pants, a rush of arousal flooding through him. He shifted in his seat, trying to regain composure as the coffee arrived.

They began discussing the business at hand, but the conversation soon drifted into something deeper. Emily opened up about her life, her marriage. “Things haven’t been great at home,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that caught him off guard. “Mark and I… we’re not happy. I stay for the kids, you know? But it’s hard.”

James nodded, listening intently. “That sounds tough,” he said, his tone genuine. “You deserve to be happy, Emily.”

She smiled, a flicker of something playful in her eyes. “You’re sweet, James. I feel like I can talk to you. You’re… different.”

Her words lingered, and James felt a shift in the air. The way she looked at him, the way she didn’t adjust her dress or close her legs, felt deliberate. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware of the effect she was having. Throughout their meeting, he stole glances at her legs whenever he could, careful not to be too obvious. She didn’t seem to mind—or maybe she enjoyed it. The thought sent another surge of desire through him.

Over the next few weeks, Emily started visiting the office more often, even when Mark didn’t need anything specific. Each time, she wore dresses or skirts that showcased her legs, as if inviting James to look. One day, when she showed up in tight jeans, James couldn’t resist commenting. “You know,” he said with a teasing smile, “those dresses you wear… they suit you better. You’ve got great legs.”

Emily’s cheeks flushed, but her smile was radiant. “Oh, you think so?” she replied, her voice laced with flirtation. “Maybe I’ll stick to dresses then. For you.”

From that day on, she never wore pants to the office. Their interactions grew more intimate, their conversations laced with subtle innuendos. James found himself consumed by thoughts of her, his desire building with each encounter. He knew it was risky—Mark was still a friend, after all—but the pull was too strong to ignore.

One evening, after a particularly charged conversation, James took a leap. “Hey, Emily,” he said, his heart pounding. “What do you say we get out of here one day? Maybe head to the beach? Just… hang out.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his. Then, to his surprise, she nodded. “That sounds nice,” she said softly. “Let’s do it.”

James could hardly believe it. They planned the outing over the phone, and when the day arrived, he picked her up in his car. Emily was 36, she’d revealed during one of their chats, but she looked far younger, her body toned and vibrant. They drove to a secluded spot along the coast, a hidden cove surrounded by olive trees and dense shrubs. “This is perfect,” Emily said as they parked. “Nice and private. No one will see us here.”

James spread out a large towel on the sand, and they both began to change. He stripped down to his swim trunks, trying not to stare as Emily peeled off her sundress. Her bikini revealed a body that took his breath away. Despite having two children, her figure was stunning—her breasts full and perky, her hips curved, and her ass round and firm. A slight softness at her belly only added to her allure, a reminder of her womanhood. His cock twitched in his trunks, and he turned slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

Emily caught his eye and grinned. “What’s with the shy act, James?” she teased, stepping closer. “We’ve come this far. No need to hold back now.”

Her words emboldened him. She handed him a bottle of sunscreen, turning her back to him. “Mind helping me out?” she asked, her tone playful.

James squirted the lotion into his hands, rubbing it into her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was warm and smooth, and as his fingers grazed the edges of her bikini top, he felt her lean into his touch. “Don’t miss the sides,” she murmured, and he slid his hands lower, brushing the swell of her breasts. She didn’t pull away, and his cock hardened fully, straining against his trunks.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice husky. She complied, and he began applying the lotion to her legs. Starting at her calves, he worked his way up, his fingers gliding over her thighs. Her legs parted slightly, and he could see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric of her bikini. His heart raced as he massaged the cream higher, his fingers daring to graze the edge of her bikini bottom. She let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closed.

“James,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies pressed together. He could feel her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard through the bikini top. His hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.

He gently guided her down onto the towel, breaking the kiss to untie her bikini top. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples large and dark, surrounded by wide, dusky areolas. He took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand kneaded the other. Emily moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Oh, God, James… don’t stop.”

He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach until he reached her bikini bottom. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, sliding it down her legs to reveal her pussy. It was freshly shaved, though small nicks from the razor were visible, adding a raw, human touch to her beauty. He parted her thighs, admiring the glistening folds of her pussy, already wet with arousal. He leaned in, flicking his tongue over her clit, savoring her taste. She gasped, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked, exploring every inch of her.

“James, please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed down his trunks, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Emily’s eyes widened at the sight, a hungry smile spreading across her face. He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick entrance. She was wet and warm, her pussy inviting him in. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, groaning at the heat and tightness that enveloped him. Her pussy was slightly loose from childbirth, but it was hot and wet, gripping him perfectly.

“Fuck me, James,” she urged, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder.”

He began to move, thrusting deep and fast, his hips slamming against hers. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, mingling with her moans and his grunts. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her juices coating him as he pounded into her. “You feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “So fucking tight.”

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I want to feel you. Fill me up.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. He thrust harder, his balls tightening as his orgasm built. Emily’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him. “I’m cumming!” she cried, her pussy spasming around his cock as she climaxed. The sensation sent James spiraling, and with a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Her pussy milked him, her orgasm prolonging his as they rode the waves of pleasure together.

Even as his cock softened, Emily urged him to stay inside her. “Don’t pull out,” she whispered, her voice raw. He continued to move gently, his semi-hard cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy. She shuddered with aftershocks, her head tilting back as she moaned softly. After a few minutes, she looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was incredible,” she said, pulling him down for a tender kiss.

“You’re incredible,” James replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re a goddess, Emily. Age means nothing—you’re sexier than any twenty-year-old.”

She laughed, a warm, genuine sound. “Flatterer. But I’ll take it.”

They cleaned up and slipped back into their swimwear, heading into the ocean to cool off. In the water, James couldn’t resist sliding his fingers between her legs, teasing her pussy as they floated. She giggled, swatting his hand playfully. “You’re insatiable,” she teased, but her eyes sparkled with desire.

They didn’t have sex again that day, but as they parted ways, Emily leaned in close. “Next time,” she whispered, “we’re doing this at your office. After hours, when everyone’s gone. I want you to fuck me on your desk.”

James’s cock twitched at the thought. “It’s a date,” he said, his voice low.

As he drove home, his mind raced with anticipation. Emily was a fire he couldn’t extinguish, and he was more than willing to let it burn.