A Forbidden Office Romance

J tried to ignore G's flirtatious texts, but she couldn't deny the way they made her heart race and her body ache with need. She knew he wanted her, and that knowledge was a powerful aphrodisiac.

At work, J would casually brush against G, letting her fingers linger on his arm just to see his pupils dilate with lust. She'd feel a twinge of guilt, knowing she was playing a dangerous game, but the dark part of her loved the thrill.

G was relentless in his pursuit, always finding excuses to be near J. As a single mom, her kids had become her life and he would bring random hand-me-down gear for them, both because he was pleased someone might get some additional use from it and because he hoped it would further endear himself to her. J could see right through his ploy, but deep down, she was flattered by his attention and even though she knew he was married, she yearned for more.

When an out-of-town work trip presented itself, J knew it was a terrible idea to accompany G, but her desire for some undivided adult attention won the day.

Once J and G arrived at the hotel, the sexual tension between them was palpable and they both sincerely enjoyed the company of each other! On the second night of the trip, after a long day of meetings, J agreed to accompany G to the bar, despite not drinking alcohol herself. As they settled into a secluded table, G's piercing blue eyes smoldered with unrestrained hunger as he gazed at the voluptuous beauty before him.

G ordered a whiskey for himself and a sparkling water for J, his fingers deliberately brushing hers as he handed her the drink. J shivered at the electric contact, fighting the urge to climb into his lap right then and there.

Sipping their beverages, they made idle talk about the upcoming meetings, all the while undressing each other with their eyes. Every accidental touch and lingering glance sent J's pulse racing and her panties dampening.

"Want to get some air?" G asked, his voice husky with desire. J knew exactly what he was really asking, and as much as she knew it was a terrible idea, her need to feel him inside her overrode logic.

In the elevator, G's restraint snapped. He crowded J against the wall, his strong body caging her in as he captured her plump lips in a searing kiss. J whimpered into his mouth as his tongue delved inside to taste her sweetness. His rock hard cock pressed against her stomach, making her tremble in anticipation.

The moment they stumbled into G's room, locked lips, roaming hands tugging at clothing. J's large breasts spilled out of her bra into G's waiting palms. He squeezed the soft flesh, thumbs rasping over her stiff nipples, wrenching a low moan from J's throat.

Clothing pooled on the floor, they tumbled onto the king-sized bed, J's pale skin and sinful curves were the thing of perfection. G kissed a path down J's writhing body, dipping his tongue into her navel before settling between her creamy thighs. J cried out at the first touch of his tongue against her slick folds, overwhelmed by unbridled bliss.

As G lapped at her molten core, J undulated, fucking herself on his talented tongue. He circled her clit, grazing the pearl gently with his teeth, sending her careening over the edge into a bone-melting climax. Stars exploded behind J's eyes as she surrendered to the intense pleasure, screaming G's name.

In the dimly lit room, G finally gave in to his desperation, worshipping J's curvaceous body. He sucked her pebbled nipples as she writhed beneath him, before moving lower to again taste her dripping folds.

J gasped as G's velvety tongue lapped at her needy cunt. He feasted on her like a man possessed, his nose buried in her bare lips. J's breasts heaved as she neared her peak, succumbing to the blinding pleasure G was giving her!

As J wantonly spread her thighs, granting G full access to her glistening pussy, he took full advantage. His tongue never ceased its sensual assault, still lapping at her labia and circling her sensitive nub. Slowly, he eased two thick fingers into her scorching heat.

J's pupils rolled back at the exquisite intrusion, a breathy moan escaping from her too long neglected, kiss-swollen lips. She relished the feeling of fullness as G's digits sank to the hilt, her fluttering muscles clenching around him. He began thrusting, stroking her inner walls with a 'come hither' motion, gradually picking up pace as he continued to worship her clit.

G's fingers stretched and filled J so deliciousy as his coarse goatee tickled the inside of her thighs. As he pumped in and out of her clenching sheath, his tongue flicked her pearl faster and faster, pushing her towards another staggering release.

"Fuck, G, your fingers feel so good," J panted, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. Her tits bounced hypnotically, her dusky nipples furled into painfully tight peaks.

At her hoarse words, G groaned against her drenched folds, the reverberations sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her. He added a third finger, the added stretch making J's eyes water with euphoria. He plunged them in to the knuckles, wringing erogenous spots that had J trembling on the brink of a powerful climax.

As G sucked hard on her swollen clit, synchronization with his pistoning fingers, J flew apart with breathtaking intensity. Her slick walls clamped down hard, drenching G's hand with dewy nectar. Incoherent keens and praises tumbled from her kiss-bruised lips as she surfed wave after scintillating wave of pure ecstasy.

G withdrew his fingers from J's fluttering channel, letting her ride out her cataclysmic orgasm. He peppered light kisses up her toned stomach before claiming her lips once more, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

As G positioned himself between J's trembling thighs, he took a moment to admire the sight before him. J's body was flushed with desire, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. He could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her folds, and it sent a surge of primal need coursing through him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, G began to rub the head of his bare cock up and down her soaked pussy. The sensation of his velvety smooth tip gliding against her slick, sensitive flesh made J moan deeply, her hips instinctively arching to meet his touch. Each pass of his cock against her swollen clit sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body, making her shiver with anticipation.

G's eyes were locked onto J's, watching every reaction, every flicker of ecstasy that crossed her face. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and the way her body responded to his touch was intoxicating. He teased her entrance, circling the head of his cock around her opening, coating himself in her wetness.

J's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to control the overwhelming sensations. "Please, G," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I need you inside me."

G's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. As their tongues danced together, he slowly began to push into her. J's body welcomed him eagerly, her tight, hot channel enveloping him inch by inch.

The feeling of being filled by G was indescribable. J's eyes fluttered closed as she savored the exquisite stretch, her inner muscles clenching around him. G groaned into her mouth, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He wanted to savor this moment, to draw out every second of their forbidden pleasure.

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, G paused, allowing himself to simply be one with J. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear, their hearts pounding in sync as they shared a silent understanding.

Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, G began to move. J's body responded instantly, her hips rising to meet his every stroke. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking--the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the soft moans and gasps of pleasure, the whispered endearments and dirty promises.

G's pace quickened, his hips moving with a primal rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. J's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, building towards an inevitable climax.

"You feel so good, J," G growled, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so perfect."

J's response was a breathless moan, her body tensing as she neared the peak. G could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, and he knew she was close. He reached between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight, urgent circles.

The added stimulation was all J needed. With a cry that was half-scream, half-sob, she came undone. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing with the force of her release. G felt her tighten around him, her pulsing muscles milking his cock as he continued to thrust into her.

The sight and sound of J's climax pushed G over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own orgasm exploding with a intensity that left him breathless. He groaned her name, his body shuddering as he spilled himself into her, their pleasure merging into one.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with a sense of contentment and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the passion they had shared.

As G and J lay entwined in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, the reality of their situation began to sink in. The room, which had been filled with the sounds of their pleasure, now echoed with the silent weight of their actions. The consequences of their tryst were monumental, and the risks they had taken were staggering.

G was not just any man; he was indirectly J's boss, a position of power and influence within the company. His role demanded professionalism, integrity, and a strict adherence to ethical boundaries. The company had a strict policy against fraternization, especially between employees and their superiors. If their relationship were to come to light, the repercussions would be swift and severe. G would be fired immediately.

And yet he wanted more and so did she, despite the risks and the danger. The thrill of their forbidden connection was too intoxicating to resist. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every whispered word became a secret code, a language only they understood. They knew that the office, once a mundane place of work, would now be charged with an electric tension that would make every moment exhilarating and fraught with danger.

Upon their return, G found himself seeking out reasons to be near J, his mind constantly preoccupied with thoughts of her. He would invent tasks that required her assistance, prolong meetings to keep her in his presence, and even rearrange his schedule to align with hers. The risk of being caught only heightened his desire, making each encounter more thrilling than the last.

J, too, was drawn into the whirlwind of their affair. She found herself dressing with more care, choosing outfits that she knew would catch G's eye. She lingered in his office, finding excuses to stay longer, to be closer to him. The knowledge that they were playing with fire only made the flames burn brighter.

Their stolen moments became more frequent and more daring. Quick, passionate kisses in the his office, whispered promises as they passed in the hall, and lingering touches in the break room. Each encounter left them breathless and craving more. The adrenaline rush of their secret rendezvous became an addiction, a high that they couldn't get enough of.

But with each passing day, the stakes grew higher. G's position meant that their affair was not just a personal indiscretion but a professional minefield. The power dynamics at play added layers of complexity and risk. If their relationship were to be discovered, the fallout would be catastrophic.

Yet, despite the risks, they couldn't stay away from each other. The pull of their forbidden love was too strong, the thrill of their secret too intoxicating. They lived in a world of stolen moments and whispered promises, always on the edge of discovery, always craving more.

As they navigated the treacherous waters of their affair, they knew that they were walking a fine line between passion and destruction. The excitement of their secret love affair was tempered by the constant fear of being caught. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word was a dance with danger, a game of chance with the highest stakes.

But for now, they chose to live in the moment, to savor the thrill of their forbidden love, and to ignore the looming shadows of consequence. They were addicted to the danger, to the thrill, to each other. And so, they continued their dance with destiny, always on the edge, always craving more.

In the quiet moments, when they were alone with their thoughts, they both knew that this couldn't last forever. The risks were too high, the stakes too great. But for now, they chose to live in the present, to savor the passion and the danger, and to ignore the ticking clock of consequence.