The Private Office Rain
Vivian sat across from Daniel in the dimly lit office, the rain tapping softly against the windowpanes. It was midnight on a rainy Tuesday, and the city traffic below had thinned. Daniel, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, placed a file folder on the desk and smiled.
"Vivian, I've been looking forward to this meeting for weeks."
Vivian smiled back, her mind already working through the subtext beneath his carefully chosen words. They had been circling this invitation for months, both pretending dinner was the only reason they were stranded in this city. Daniel was charming, and she liked that he trusted her enough to stay after the others left. That she could stay. That they could stay.
Daniel sat beside her, close enough that his thigh pressed against hers. The office was soundproof, chosen for privacy, and the walls were thick. They were not alone, not literally, but the isolation of the room amplified the tension. Daniel's fingers drummed lightly against the desk, waiting for the confirmation he knew was coming.
"I'm ready," she said at last.
Daniel leaned closer, his voice dropping. "You're sure?"
His question startled her. Daniel rarely asked for permission. It was bold of him to do so, and it made her pussy wet. "Yes," she said, her voice low. "I'm sure."
The office door closed with a soft click. Daniel reached over the desk and cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her lips. She parted them for him. The office was too quiet. Too private. Too deliberate. Daniel's cock pressed into her thigh, and she knew that if she leaned into him, they would both be naked within minutes.
He kissed her, deep and possessive, his tongue exploring the length of her mouth. Vivian had always liked Daniel's tongue. It was confident, sure, and it knew how to make her moan. His hand moved down her neck, then to her waist, pulling her across the desk. Daniel's cock slid between her legs, the head of it brushing her pussy. She gasped, and Daniel groaned.
"You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I've wanted to taste you since we first met."
Vivian let out a soft whimper. Daniel's fingers went to her nipples, tweaking them, making her nipples hard and erect. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock against her pussy, the weight of his hand on her ass. Daniel's mouth found her breast, his tongue circling the nipple, his lips sucking hard. She moaned and reached down to stroke his cock through his pants. The fabric was warm, but the cock beneath it was rock hard, pulsing as he sucked her nipple.
Daniel broke the kiss to reach for her, lifting her until she was sitting on the desk. Her legs opened, and his cock pressed into her pussy, thick and throbbing. He shoved his cock into her, filling her with his hardness. Vivian screamed out, and Daniel moaned as he fucked her.
His hands cupped her ass, pulling her deeper against his cock. The office lights flickered, casting shadows across the window. Vivian's pussy was slick, and Daniel fucked her with a rhythm that sent her mind spinning. She reached down and began to stroke his cock, her other hand on his balls. Daniel's moans filled the room, and Vivian realized they were both close to orgasm.