Working Late Before Xmas

Sam is working late the last night before X-Mas break but he wasn't alone!

In the dimly lit office, the only sound was the rhythmic hum of the photocopier. Sam, a 40-year-old man with a neatly trimmed beard and a slightly rumpled shirt, bent over the machine, his eyes scanning the documents one last time before he hit the "start" button. The fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over his dark brown hair, giving it a slightly greasy sheen. He was the last to stay behind, eager to clear his desk before the Christmas break. The quiet was soothing, a stark contrast to the usual office chatter.

Becky, a young woman with raven hair that shimmered even under the harsh light, was engrossed in her work in the adjacent office. Her eyes darted across the screen as she typed furiously, her mind racing through the last-minute claims that had piled up before the holiday. Her desk was a chaotic mess, but she knew exactly where everything was. She hadn't planned on working this late either, but with a one-year-old waiting at home, she needed to make sure everything was in order.

As the photocopier whirred to life, she looked up, her eyes meeting Sam's through the narrow glass window that separated their offices. She offered a tired smile, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the room. Sam felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes lingering on her green eyes, which seemed to sparkle even in the dull office light. They had exchanged pleasantries at the water cooler and nodded politely at each other in the hallways, but they hadn't had much of a chance to get to know one another beyond their job titles and the occasional complaint about work.

The silence between them was thick, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. It was more like the quiet acknowledgment of two people who shared a secret - the secret of working late into the night, away from their families, while the rest of the world prepared for a week of festive cheer.

Sam cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice echoing slightly in the empty corridor. "Looks like we're the only ones left. Crazy, huh?"

Becky nodded, her smile growing a little less forced. "Yeah, I just couldn't get everything done earlier. I guess we're both trying to make a good impression before the break, huh?"

Her chair squeaked as she pushed it back and stood up, the movement causing her to wobble slightly on her heels. She had always been slightly clumsy, a trait that had earned her a few playful teases from her colleagues, but she had learned to navigate the office space with surprising grace. She took a step towards the photocopier, her hand reaching out to grab a stray paperclip that had fallen to the floor.

Sam couldn't help but steal glances at her as she moved. Becky's tight, burgundy-wine skirt hugged her curves, stopping just a few inches above her knees. It was a stark contrast to the sensible shoes and business suits she usually wore. The sheer black pantyhose she had on added a hint of mystery to her outfit, the fabric clinging to her legs like a second skin. Her light vanilla blouse glowed in the cold fluorescent light, casting an angelic hue on her porcelain skin. She looked like a forbidden fruit in the midst of a corporate jungle.

As Becky leaned down to pick up the paperclip, Sam's eyes followed the curve of her ass. His mind drifted to thoughts of how it would feel to run his hands over her soft, plush curves. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly averted his gaze, focusing instead on the documents that were spewing out of the photocopier.

"Let me help you with that," Becky offered, noticing his struggle to balance the stacks of papers. She stepped closer, her perfume - a sweet, floral scent with a hint of vanilla - enveloping him. The heat from her body seemed to radiate through the thin fabric of her blouse, making him acutely aware of the softness of her breasts pressing against it. He handed her a stack, their fingers brushing briefly, and felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his hand.

They worked side by side, the awkwardness of their earlier encounter dissipating like fog in the morning sun. They chatted about the upcoming holiday plans, their voices low and intimate in the quiet office. Sam talked about his wife's love for baking cookies, and Becky spoke of her own plans to spend time with her young family, her voice filled with a warmth that made Sam feel a twinge of jealousy. He hadn't felt such a connection with anyone in a long time, not even with his own wife.

As the last of the documents were copied, Becky turned to Sam and playfully punched his arm. "You know, you're not so bad for a data entry guy."

Sam couldn't help but laugh, his eyes involuntarily darting down to her chest before snapping back up to meet hers. A faint blush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks. Becky noticed the quick glance but didn't comment, instead opting to bite her bottom lip and smile mischievously. The air between them grew charged, the tension palpable.

They both knew they should go home, but the emptiness of the office and the closeness of their bodies seemed to whisper a different suggestion. The photocopier's hum was the only sound, acting as a strange kind of soundtrack to their burgeoning attraction. Sam's mind raced with thoughts that had no business being there, not about a married colleague, not on the last day before Christmas, not in the office where they both worked.

Becky's hand brushed against his again as she took the final stack of papers. The touch was innocent, but the electricity that arced between them was anything but. She looked up, her green eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. They were no longer coworkers or spouses, just two people caught in the magnetic pull of an unexpected connection.

Without a word, Becky turned and headed back to her office. Sam followed, his feet feeling as though they were gliding on air rather than the stale office carpet. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their own private sanctuary amidst the corporate sprawl. The room was a mess of paperwork and Post-It notes, but all Sam could see was Becky, standing before him, looking both vulnerable and alluring in the flickering glow of her computer screen.

"You know, Sam," Becky said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've had the worst day." She turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his for something he wasn't quite sure he could give. "But seeing you here, working so hard, it makes me feel...less alone."

Sam's heart thudded in his chest. He wasn't sure how to respond, but before he could, Becky leaned over to place her paper on her desk, stumbling slightly in the process. Her hand shot out, catching the edge of the desk to steady herself. The motion pushed her chest forward, the fabric of her blouse straining against her breasts. Sam's gaze was drawn to the shadow of her cleavage, his mouth going dry.

As Becky straightened up, she caught his eyes lingering on her chest and felt a flush creep over her own neck. She knew she had his attention now, and something about the situation was intoxicating. The office that had once felt so cold and lifeless was now charged with a tension that made her skin tingle. She took a deep breath, her eyes dropping to the subtle bulge in Sam's pants. It was definitely larger than before.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Becky pretended to trip over an unseen obstacle, her hand reaching out to grab the nearest thing for support – which just so happened to be Sam's arm. He stumbled slightly, his body coming closer to hers. Their eyes locked again, and she could see the question in his gaze – was this an accident, or something more?

"Oh, I'm sorry," Becky murmured, her voice as soft as a silk scarf sliding against skin. She didn't pull away immediately; instead, she slowly ran her hand down his forearm, feeling the tension in his muscles. She watched as his eyes darkened, the pupils dilating with desire. She knew she had him hooked.

Sam swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to find the words to respond. He could feel the heat emanating from Becky's body, and it was all he could do to resist the urge to pull her closer. He had always been attracted to younger women, and Becky's youthful energy was like a siren's song, drawing him in despite the warning bells ringing in the back of his mind.

"I, uh, I know how that feels," he stuttered, his voice gruff with lust he couldn't quite conceal. His eyes followed the delicate line of her neck down to her chest, where her blouse had gapped slightly, revealing the lacy edge of her bra. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she took shallow breaths, and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself.

Becky released his arm and turned to reach for a non-existent object on her desk, leaning her hip lightly against his bulging crotch. The contact was fleeting but enough to make his pulse race. She pretended not to notice, her eyes scanning the cluttered surface as if searching for something of importance. The fabric of her skirt stretched taut against her ass, and Sam had to fight the urge to reach out and squeeze.

The room grew even hotter, the air thick with unspoken desires. Sam leaned into her, pressing himself slightly more into her, the bulge in his pants unmistakable now. Becky's breath hitched, her body reacting to the sudden intimacy. She could feel the warmth of his cock, the fabric of his pants a scant barrier between them. The silence was a living entity, wrapping around them like a tightening noose.

Her knees wobbled, and she found herself reaching out for the chair behind her, her hand grabbing the armrest instead. The sudden movement made her stumble slightly, her bottom brushing against the chair's cushion. She sat down, the plush leather cool against her skin. The chair spun slightly, turning her body to face Sam directly. Their gazes locked again, and Becky couldn't help but notice that her eyes had drifted downward, focusing on the very thing that seemed to be controlling the situation - his hard, throbbing erection.

Her mouth went dry, and she realized with a start that maybe he had more power over her than she had thought. The thought sent a thrill through her body, making her pussy throb. She had always been the one in control in her previous flings, but there was something about the way Sam looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, that made her want to let go. To be the one who was wanted, desired, and taken.

Sam's gaze never left hers, his hand hovering above her desk as if it was her skin he was caressing. "Becky," he began, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "I don't think we should do this."

But Becky's mood had shifted, the playfulness of moments ago giving way to a sudden seriousness. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of wine, a gift from a client she had never had the heart to drink alone. She held it up, her eyes never leaving his. "Let's have a drink, Sam. Just one. We both deserve it."

Her voice was smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon, and it was all Sam could do to resist the temptation she offered. He nodded slowly, his hand shaking slightly as he took the bottle from her. The cork popped out with a sound that seemed too loud in the quiet room.

As Becky leaned down to grab the cups, the top button of her blouse slipped open, revealing the creamy skin of her neck and the lacy edge of her bra. The sight was almost more than he could bear, and he had to look away for a moment to regain his composure. He handed her one of the cups, their fingers brushing together again, sending a bolt of electricity up his arm.

Becky took a sip of the wine, her eyes never leaving his. The alcohol warmed her throat and loosened her inhibitions even further. She set the cup down and stood up, her body moving with a grace that seemed to defy the cluttered space. "Dance with me?" she whispered, holding out her hand.

Sam's eyes widened, but he didn't protest. He took her hand, allowing her to lead him into the middle of the office. The space was small, but Becky managed to twirl around him, her skirt flaring out like a seductive dance partner's. They swayed to the unheard rhythm of their racing hearts, the only music the distant sound of the office building settling into silence.

Becky's hand found its way to the back of Sam's neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together, and Sam felt the softness of her breasts against his chest. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent, his cock straining against his pants. He knew he should stop this, but his body had other plans.

With a sudden jolt, Becky's legs gave out, and she sat heavily on the couch, pulling Sam down with her. He landed on his knees, his hands bracing himself on either side of her thighs. The fabric of her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin above her stockings. He could see the outline of her panties, the dark fabric stark against her pale flesh. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, fighting the urge to trace the line of her panties with his finger.

They sat there for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, the only sound the occasional giggle that bubbled out of Becky's lips. The laughter had broken the tension, but it had also brought them closer. Sam's cock was now painfully hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants. Becky's eyes followed the movement, and she felt her own desire flare up.

They looked at each other, the humor draining from their faces, replaced by a hunger that could no longer be ignored. Becky's hand reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Sam's jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. Her touch was gentle, almost innocent, but the way her eyes searched his face told a different story.

Without a word, Sam leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were both testing the waters. But the dam broke, and suddenly, their mouths were open, tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm that seemed to echo the pulsing beat of their desire. Becky's hand slid down his chest, her fingertips grazing the bulge in his pants.

Breaking the kiss, Becky whispered in a raspy breath, "Are you sure you want this?" Sam's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was the same raw need that mirrored his own. He nodded, his voice a gruff rumble. "More than I've wanted anything in a long time."

Her hand slid down to his zipper, her eyes never leaving his. He watched as she carefully unzipped his pants, her movements deliberate and teasing. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum. Becky's eyes widened at the sight, her own arousal spiking at the realization of how much he wanted her. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her small hand looking almost dainty against his size.

Sam groaned as she began to stroke him, her touch light and feather-like at first, then growing bolder as she felt him thicken and harden in her grip. Her kisses grew more urgent, her tongue delving deeper into his mouth as she explored the taste of him. His hands found her blouse, eager to feel the softness of her skin beneath the fabric. One by one, the buttons gave way, revealing the lacy bra that had been tormenting him all evening.

With trembling fingers, he unclipped the front clasp, and her breasts spilled out, the sight of her pale flesh and perky, pink nipples making his cock throb even more. Becky gasped as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her sensitive peaks. Her hand tightened around him, her strokes becoming more purposeful, and he knew they were both dangerously close to losing control.

Sam stood, pulling Becky up with him. He spun her around, pressing her against the desk, the cold metal sending a shock of pleasure through her body. Her ass stuck out, and he couldn't resist giving it a firm squeeze. She leaned back into him, her body arching in silent invitation. He kissed her lower back, letting his teeth graze her sensitive skin, making her moan. His hand slid down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to expose her ass. He traced the seam of her panties, feeling the heat of her through the fabric.

Becky's breath hitched as she felt his hand on her bare skin. She had worn her favorite pair of lacy black underwear today, hoping it would boost her confidence in the office. Now, she was grateful for the decision, as she knew it would drive Sam wild. He groaned, his hand sliding under the fabric to cup her ass, his thumbs brushing the top of her thighs. She could feel his cock pressing against her, and she knew he was just as eager as she was.

With a swift motion, Sam pulled her panties down to her ankles, leaving her ass bare and exposed. Becky stepped out of them, her legs trembling with anticipation. She leaned over the desk, her palms flat on the cool wood. The room was alive with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with lust.

Sam's hand slid over her ass, his thumb brushing against her wetness. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed her cheek, her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." His words were a caress, a declaration of his need for her, and Becky felt a surge of power.

With a gentle but firm grip, Sam turned Becky around, pushing her against the desk. The cold metal bit into her skin, sending a thrill through her body. She felt the edge of the desk press against her ass as she leaned back, her legs spread wide. The room spun around her, a blur of paperwork and office supplies, but all she could focus on was the heat of his gaze as he looked down at her.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above her heated mound. Becky's eyes widened in anticipation, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The air was charged with desire, and she could feel it pulsing between them like a living force. His breath was hot against her skin, sending goosebumps racing along her thighs.

Without warning, Sam's tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate path along the crevice of her sex. Becky's legs buckled, and she had to grip the desk to keep from collapsing. He tasted her, exploring her folds with a hunger that made her moan. His tongue circled her clit, teasing and taunting before finally settling in to a steady, rhythmic flick that had her panting and squirming.

Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Her body was on fire, her pussy begging for more. She looked down at him, his eyes dark and intense, his beard tickling her inner thighs as he feasted on her. It was a sight she never thought she'd see in her wildest fantasies – Sam, the quiet data entry clerk, on his knees, worshipping her body with a passion she hadn't felt in years.

"Oh, god, Sam," Becky moaned, her voice breathy and needy. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core tightening like a coil ready to snap. He sensed it too, his tongue working faster, his hands sliding up to grip her hips. He held her in place as she writhed, her body desperate for release.

Her legs trembled as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty office. Sam's eyes never left hers, the sight of her pleasure only fueling his own desire. He stood, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart, and reached for her hand, pulling her upright. The room spun around them, but their connection was unshakeable.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Becky gasped as she felt the tip of his cock rest against her wetness, the heat of him scorching through the fabric of her skirt. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she clung to him, her legs tightening around his waist. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torment that made her desperate for more.

He carried her to the couch, their kisses never breaking as they moved. The leather was cold against her back as he laid her down, the cushions molding to her body like a lover's embrace. She could feel the coolness of the air on her bare pussy, a stark contrast to the fire that Sam had stoked within her. He removed his pants freeing his cock completely then positioned himself between her legs.

Becky's heart was racing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She watched as he guided himself to her entrance, the tip of his cock parting her folds. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that had her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling her completely. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pressure grew.

Sam paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Becky's pussy was so tight around him, so wet and inviting, it took every ounce of self-control not to pound into her like a wild animal. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss as he began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her legs tightened around him, urging him deeper, and he obliged, driving into her with a passion that left them both gasping for air. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small office, the only sound in the otherwise silent building. Becky's moans grew louder, her nails scoring his back as she met each of his thrusts with eager hips.

The couch groaned beneath them, a testament to their growing fervor. The fabric of Becky's blouse was bunched up around her waist, her breasts bouncing with each impact. Sam reached down to fondle one, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, pushing into his touch, her body begging for more.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he felt his orgasm building, the base of his shaft pulsing with every stroke. He could feel her muscles tighten, her body preparing for the inevitable. "I'm gonna cum," Becky moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. Sam's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips moving faster and harder.

With a final, deep plunge, Becky's body convulsed around him, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Sam's own release followed swiftly, hot and powerful, filling her completely. They held onto each other, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their shared climax. The room was silent except for their panting breaths, their hearts racing in unison.

As the passion subsided, they pulled apart slightly, their eyes meeting again. Becky's cheeks were flushed, her green eyes glazed over with pleasure. Sam leaned down to kiss her, his breath warm against her neck. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down her spine.

Becky's giggle was breathless and sweet. "So are you," she replied, her hand tracing the line of his shoulder. They laid there for a moment, their bodies entangled, the only sound their breaths and the distant tick of the office clock counting down the last minutes before Christmas break.

As reality began to seep back in, Sam pulled out of her gently, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. Becky sat up, straightening her skirt and blouse, her face a picture of satisfaction. "What now?" she asked, her voice still thick with desire.

Sam looked around the office, suddenly aware of the mess they had made. "We should clean up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. They both knew that what had just happened was a line crossed, a secret shared that could never be taken back.

Becky nodded, her cheeks flushed with more than just pleasure. "Yeah, we should," she agreed, her voice just as quiet. They both moved awkwardly, trying to readjust their clothing and compose themselves. The tension in the room had shifted, no longer the intense heat of desire, but the awkwardness of two people who had just engaged in a clandestine affair in a place where they were never meant to.

As Sam reached for his pants, Becky bent over to retrieve her discarded panties from the floor. They were damp with her arousal, a silent testament to the passion that had just unfolded. She held them out to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Here," she whispered, "place these in your desk as a reminder."

Sam took them with a grin, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. He knew that this moment would change everything, but the allure of the forbidden fruit was too strong to resist. He tucked them away in his pocket, the fabric warm against his skin. They shared a knowing look, the air thick with the unspoken promise of future encounters.

They finished cleaning up the office, erasing all evidence of their indiscretion. The silence between them was charged with a new understanding. As they turned out the lights, Becky grabbed Sam's hand, her touch sending a jolt through his body. "Merry Christmas," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a naughty glint.

With a grin that was half-mischief and half-relief, Sam pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. It was as if they were sealing a silent pact, a promise to keep this secret tucked away in the shadows of their otherwise mundane lives. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath mingling with his own.

They stepped out into the empty corridor, the stark contrast of the cold, sterile office space making their heated encounter feel like a fever dream. Becky's hand slipped into the crook of Sam's arm, the contact sending a jolt through his body. He looked down at her, the green of her eyes seemingly brighter in the dim light. "Till next time, then," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress that sent his cock twitching again.

Sam nodded, his throat tight with unspoken words. They both knew that this was only the beginning, a new chapter in a story that neither had anticipated. As they parted ways to their separate cars, the weight of their secret hung in the air between them like mist. The silence was filled with the echoes of their passionate whispers and the sound of their racing hearts.

The drive home was a blur of Christmas lights and the hum of his engine. Sam's mind was a tumult of emotions—excitement, guilt, and a burning need to see Becky again. He couldn't shake the image of her naked body, the way she had looked at him with such raw desire. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, almost mundane existence he had settled into with his wife.