Spring in the Office

"Good morning! Want some coffee?" A greeting came from behind me—it was her!

A chill ran down my spine, but my face flushed; even my ears probably turned red! She was the person I admired most in the office, and her sudden appearance made me blush, as if my secrets had been exposed. Last night, I was dreaming about her, and now she was suddenly behind me this morning.

The break room felt crowded because of her; her radiance filled the space, leaving no escape.

"Good morning," I said softly, head down, pretending to concentrate on stirring my coffee.

"You smell so good," she said, gently brushing my hair, seemingly enjoying it.

"Because I'm wearing perfume."

"I like this scent." She deftly washed the cup and warmed it with hot water. But I felt her gaze lingering on me. I took a sip of coffee and smiled at her. Should I go now? Am I still standing here? The coffee's already made.

"Can I have a sip of your coffee?" she said.

"Huh?" I hesitated for a moment. But, like a royal decree, I obediently handed her the cup. However, instead of taking the cup, she wrapped her hands around my hands and the coffee cup, lowered her head, and took a sip of my coffee.

"Ah! It's delicious, yours is definitely different." My hands stiffened as if electrocuted, her hands still covering the back of my hands, both aggressive and forceful.

She had no intention of letting go, and this close contact with my hands gradually warmed my body, a surge of heat passing through my most intimate parts. She looked directly at me, her head lowered, and I knew she wanted to kiss me, so I quickly lowered my head to avoid her. "Don't run away from me anymore!" she growled.

She took the coffee cup from my hand, forcibly hugged me, and kissed me fiercely, her hands also restlessly caressing my chest. My mind went blank, but then came the sound of footsteps like an alarm bell, someone was coming! Someone was coming! I screamed inwardly, reason telling me to leave her embrace, but her lips were as sweet as honey, and I couldn't help but respond and taste them, even sucking on her tongue.

"Hmm... someone..." I finally got a moment to catch my breath. Her hands still lingered on my breasts, teasing the high points. No matter how much I tried to pull away, my body responded to her fingers. My nipples were hard as pebbles, their shape even visible through my clothes.

"No! No! I can't..." If this continued, I wouldn't be able to control my overwhelming desire for her. I pushed her away with all my might, just as someone stepped into the break room. Like a distressed kitten, I tucked my tail between my legs and ran away.

Back at my seat, my heart was pounding. I pursed my lips and quickly reapplied the lipstick that had been kissed off. The ringing of the office phone, the voices, and the serious atmosphere calmed me down a bit. I turned on my computer, preparing to make final revisions and confirmations for tomorrow's meeting materials.

"Miss, your coffee." She gracefully came to my seat and placed my mug on the table. She took back the coffee cup I had left in the break room. I wondered how she left the break room? She always seemed so composed, unlike me, so flustered and helpless.

"Thank you." I still couldn't look her in the eye. Please, just leave me! I silently cried out in my heart. Otherwise, I couldn't work at all. But she didn't intend to leave; instead, she squatted down and slowly tied her shoelaces. However, before I knew it, the next second, she had already touched my leg, my forbidden zone. She lowered her head and whispered, "I want you...you know..."

The OA partition made my lower body invisible to my colleagues, but now it was the space where her hands could roam freely. The phone rang just then, and I answered it, while her fingers slipped under my skirt, gently touching my most sensitive spot through my stockings and panties.

Oh! No! I almost jumped up. Don't do this to me; I'm powerless to resist. I held the receiver in my left hand and grabbed her hand with my right, stopping her advance. Like a wolf, she observed the prey's situation, then reluctantly withdrew her hand, tied her shoelaces, stood up, and walked back to her seat in front of me.

I was already soaking wet; after that intimate touch, her fingers ignited my desire for her. I buried myself in my documents, trying to ignore her and my desire for her.

A moment later, I received a message from her on ICQ: "Two days apart, and I realize how much I want you!" Our mutual attraction as colleagues, now that we both know we're lesbians, has turned into a volcanic eruption of desire, easily read in our eyes. The blue, busy Monday was made even more unbearable and chaotic by her kisses and touches.

"Meet me in the stairwell on the top floor during lunch break. I desire you. So much." It was her message again!

I quickly closed the window, afraid of being seen by other colleagues, and tried to concentrate on my work. But the closer it got to lunch break, the more uncontrollable my excitement became. It turned out I had longed for her embrace and touch. The company's rooftop stairwell? A place I'd never been before. The cool, dry air, the different smell, indicated that few people passed by.

"You've finally come..." She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me like an eagle surveying its prey, her haughty posture making me timid. I stopped, unsure whether to continue towards her.

"Are you afraid of me?" I nodded and then shook my head. Today she was wearing a black shirt and white trousers, her short, thin hair and beautiful face making me look up at her. She walked straight down the stairs slowly, her attitude firm and decisive. I knew this was the moment; she wanted me, and I longed for her love.

She brushed my long hair aside. "Oh my god! You've driven me crazy! I miss you so much! I want you so much! Only you!" She pulled me into her arms and kissed me deeply, her tongue darting into my mouth, wandering and wandering, trying to steal my soul. I collapsed in her arms, almost unable to bear the kiss.

I slowly backed away, leaning against the wall, as if I had found a support, pressing myself tightly against it. Her kiss showed no sign of stopping, moving from my mouth to my ear. Her breath warmed my ear, her earlobe gently circling around it, licking my earlobe: "Do you miss me?" she asked.

"Yes..." I answered without hesitation, my whole body tingling.

Her tongue was a sprite, dancing incessantly around my ear and neck. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself entirely to her and her sprite. "Do you miss me?" she asked again, her hands gripping my breasts tightly, as if to compensate for the pain of her longing.

"Yes!" I answered, with no choice; my nipples were already hard. She quickly unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt, slipping her right hand inside to knead and tease my left breast. "Ah..." we both gasped simultaneously. Her hands seemed enchanted; wherever she touched, a jolt of passion coursed through my body.

Her lips, through my clothes, kissed my breasts, biting my already hard nipples. I involuntarily embraced her head, panting softly. My legs went weak, and she braced me, saying, "Don't rush... let me love you properly..." Her hands softened, no longer as violent as before; her kisses were like a spring breeze, no longer unbearable.

I sensed her rhythm and moaned softly, "Mmm..."

"Your voice is so beautiful..." she praised. As if encouraged, I began to make sounds, which sounded particularly wanton in the empty rooftop stairwell.

My whole body was burning; after her unreserved caresses, explorations, and repeated passionate kisses, my most intimate place was overflowing. She reached under my skirt, pulled down my stockings, and caressed me through my underwear: "You're so wet, is it because you miss me?"

I nodded vigorously. I frowned and closed my eyes tightly, feeling the unprecedented passion. Her fingers circled, kneaded, and caressed, rubbing my forbidden zone again and again; her kisses still lingered on my chest, leaving faint marks from sucking and biting.

"Oh...oh..." I couldn't take her touch anymore.

"My darling, don't rush..." she coaxed me. A strong expectation led me to respond; her hands were alluring, relentlessly attacking me, making me unable to resist.

"Do you want me to love you!? Do you want..." She slowly squatted down,

"Yes...yes..." I cried out anxiously.

"Do you want it?" Her hand was still there, arousing me.

"Yes!" I answered more resolutely than before.

She seemed satisfied with my answer, then became intoxicated by my body, slowly probing in from the side, penetrating deeper into me! "Ah!" My mind went blank, and I cried out, waves of stimulation rising from below. Her left hand entered my body, her right hand supporting me, my legs no longer felt like their own, uncontrollably weak. I am yours now, from this moment on, I belong completely to you!

"Lean on me." She lifted my right leg and placed it on her shoulder. Her stockings were torn, her top was open, revealing half of her breast, her skirt was lifted, her panties were pulled down, and she buried herself deep within me, her lips greedily pursuing my secrets, her hands frequently entering my body, like waves crashing on the shore, wave after wave; her tongue licked my ocean, like a whale loving the sea.

I surrendered to this sea of desire, unable to rise again. Yet, at the same time, I was greedy, wanting to fly to the clouds, wanting more and more love. She gasped, her fingers still moving, and looked up at me. "You woman...you enchanting woman, I think about you all the time! I want to love you like this..." She quickened her pace, increasing her strength, pushing me to the brink of madness. I was about to give in, and I bent over to hug her tightly.

"Ah..." I finally climaxed and collapsed to the ground, my body involuntarily contracting. I clung to her tightly, like a drowning person crying for help, leaving scratch marks on her arms. Then, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I was completely powerless, letting her hold me.

"You're so beautiful!" She kissed my cheeks and my lips. My wetness still lingered on her left hand.

Now I fully understood how much I trusted her, how much I loved her, how I gave her my whole life, soul and body. I don't know how much time passed; my life consisted only of her and the thrill she gave me.

"We...we should go downstairs to work..." I said softly and shyly.

"Yes, but I don't want you to leave my arms," she hugged me tightly, "I want to love you like this again and again..." I've forgotten how we left the rooftop stairwell that day. But whenever I get her message on ICQ, "Meet me in the rooftop stairwell during lunch break," I look at her from afar and give her my sweetest smile. Who says there's only melancholy blue Mondays and no spring in the office?

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