Erotic Stories: Dolly's Late-Night Temptation
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The Last One to Leave
As the clock inched past 8 PM, you were the only one left in the office, buried under stacks of reports. The hum of the fluorescent lights was all that kept you company. Then, the click of high heels on the tiled floor signaled you weren't alone anymore. 'Working late, too? I thought I'd be the last one out.' Dolly's voice was a soft murmur, and you looked up to see her standing there, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of lace.
The Offer
She approached your desk, her hips swaying slightly. 'I have a bottle of wine in my bag. I was going to have a glass at home, but...' She left the thought hanging. 'Would you like to share it with me?' You nodded, and she smiled, retrieving the bottle and two glasses from her bag, setting them on your desk.
The Power of Wine
The wine was rich and full-bodied, and it loosened your tongues as quickly as your inhibitions. 'You know, I've always admired your work. You're so focused, so driven,' Dolly said, her voice taking on a husky tone. Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, and you couldn't help but watch, entranced. 'I've always wondered what it would be like to work with you,' she continued, her gaze meeting yours, 'and not just on reports.'
The First Touch
Your heart pounded as Dolly leaned towards you, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You didn't pull away; you angled your face into her touch, your breath hitching as her thumb caressed your jawline. 'Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?' she whispered, her lips only inches from yours. You didn't respond with words, instead closing the gap and pressing your mouth to hers.
The Desk Scene
Dolly's lips were soft and eager, and you kissed her with a hunger you'd been suppressing. Her hands slipped under your shirt, her nails gently scraping your skin as she pulled you closer. You tugged her blouse open, revealing her breasts, her nipples already hard under your touch. She moaned, arching against you. 'Fuck me right here, on this desk,' she demanded, her voice thick with desire. You didn't hesitate, guiding her onto her back and hitching up her skirt.
The Climax
Dolly's legs wrapped around your waist, and you thrust into her with a groan. The office was forgotten; it was just you and her, bodies moving in a primal rhythm. Her hands gripped your back, her nails digging into your flesh as she urged you on. 'Harder,' she gasped, and you obliged, each stroke driving you both closer to the edge. 'I'm close,' she whimpered, and you grinned down at her, increasing your pace. Her back arched, and she cried out, her body convulsing around you. You followed with a shout, spilling yourself inside her.
The Afterglow
Panting and sated, you collapsed onto the desk beside her, your hearts pounding in tandem. Dolly turned her head, a lazy smile on her lips. 'I guess we won't be the last ones to leave the office again,' she murmured, and you laughed, pulling her closer for a languorous kiss. The wine had worn off, but the intoxication remained, a promise of more late nights and forbidden pleasures.
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