Part 1

Chapter 4 - (Company Name)

But we kept walking, his hand firmly in mine, and turned a familiar corner—back toward his workplace.

Jurgen pulled out a badge, and with a soft click, the heavy door on special hinges swung open. He smiled briefly and whispered:

“We can’t enter all the rooms, but the halls are quiet, and maybe the cleaning room is open…”

It was dark inside. Fortunately, as it would be quite noticeable otherwise.

Immediately to the left upon entering, he pushed against a door, and bingo. It opened.

An ugly, cluttered little room. He closed the door again, thankfully. Then we stepped up the large stairs on the left, where a broad, yellow sofa stood waiting, half-hidden in the shadows.

It was far from a discreet place, rather open, really. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I worried that someone could walk in on us. But it was already past one in the morning, so that chance seemed slim. He led me down a wide hallway, and I immediately recognized the interior. Soon, we saw a cozy sitting area.

“Take a seat,” he said with a slight smile. “Would you like something to drink?”

I chuckled to myself. We’d crossed the line long ago, and his polite business manner felt awkward. But I nodded, and he disappeared briefly, returning with two mysterious drinks sporting a trendy label I didn’t recognize. I took a sip and felt the alcohol gently tingle on my tongue.

He sat beside me, and the tension between us was unmistakable.

He sat close, and now things felt slightly strange between us. I started asking him questions about his work and what he did.

Eventually, he gave me a tour, but many of the rooms with computer equipment were locked. Finally, we walked into an open meeting room. I recognized the space, with its large oval table.

“I wouldn’t mind… being taken here”, I said challengingly.

His expression changed immediately. A spark was rekindled, and he walked toward me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, slowly sliding my thin straps down until they playfully fell over my shoulders.

His hands moved sensually over my tight green dress, finding the zipper, which he slowly pulled down as I inhaled his scent. I stroked his arms and shoulders.

In one swift motion, I pulled his shirt over his head.

The passion reignited.

Our clothes disappeared bit by bit, and before we knew it, we stood across from each other in our underwear in the meeting room. He pulled me close, leading me toward the spacious sofa. He pulled my panties down, and I felt it gently fall to the ground. With a mischievous smile, he pushed me onto the sofa, his body between my legs. I felt the tension of his hard, erect member pressing through his underwear against my thigh. He touched me all over.

My entire body tingled with desire. He slid his underwear down and let his full weight fall onto me.

I wanted him so badly.

My rational side surfaced for a moment, and I asked breathlessly:

“Do you have a condom?”

A sigh of disappointment escaped as he replied in a complaining tone: “No.”

I felt his shaft dangerously close to mine, but I put my hand between us.

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, breath heavy.

“I’m in a monogamous relationship”, he said quickly and impatiently.

“That’s not what I mean. I don’t use any contraception,” I said disappointedly.

Suddenly, his weight felt even heavier as he let himself sink down, and I felt his disappointment too. Meanwhile, my own wetness began to spread.

He started moving his hips, and I kept my hand close to my intimate area, ready to intervene if necessary.

Suddenly, his penis passed by my vagina and pointed toward another spot. I felt the head press against my back entrance, everything so wet. He circled the tip, moving back and forth, gently but with a steady rhythm. I felt pain, but also pleasure. I relaxed and welcomed him.

I wanted to feel him deep inside me. He kept pressing slowly, and I responded with a pained sigh. He paused, kissing me again on the mouth. Then he pulled his tip out of my back entrance, moistening it with his own saliva and my juices. Once again, he pushed, a little faster than before, entering me.

We were back to where we had started. He continued to push, and I felt the pain grow.

He could hear it too, but didn’t stop. Everything tensed. I had experience with plugs, but none this size.

I grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him off. It was too much. He understood and stopped, but then he spread my legs further and nestled himself even closer to me. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

A wild desire overwhelmed me. He noticed and took it as a sign to continue, pushing himself completely into me. I groaned from the pain.

He was so deep it felt as if I were being split open. The pain still pricked, but gradually, I began to enjoy it. He kissed me as he held me firmly, picking up speed. From his breathing, I could tell he was close to climaxing. And at the climax, he pulled out and released his seed over my stomach.

Chapter 5 - Escaped

I heard a door close. Jurgen heard it too now. We scrambled to gather our clothes in a flash. He motioned for me to follow him, and I followed him into another meeting room where we quickly got dressed.

“Are you even allowed to be here?” I asked him.

“Yes, of course… but still… it is quite late.” “I wonder who it could be?!”

We heard murmuring. They were speaking French.

I could see the tension on Jurgen’s face, and now I started to feel afraid too. Something felt off.

The footsteps revealed that they were now in the stairwell below. The lights were still off everywhere, but the moonlight gave enough visibility through the large windows. We heard them climbing the stairs, but thankfully, they went a floor higher than where we were.

With racing heartbeats, we waited by the door of the stairwell, listening until the last sounds faded away. As soon as silence returned, we quietly and quickly ran outside. We kept running until we finally stopped, and I noticed Jurgen’s tense expression—he looked as worried as I did.

Were these employees from one of the other companies in the building? Or people with bad intentions?

I called my boyfriend, who immediately headed to -name of the city-. Jurgen suggested we go to his apartment. A long walk through the cold night. By the time we arrived, we were both a bit calmer. On the way, we speculated about who or what had happened.

Around two in the morning, my boyfriend rang the bell at Jurgen’s apartment. I was happy to see him. We had something to drink, and soon the atmosphere began to shift, charged with positive tension.

I wasn’t planning to go into detail about the entire intimate experience between me and Jurgen, but he could sense there was more, and when Jurgen wasn’t looking, he gave me a teasing look that made my cheeks blush.

It was surprisingly nice to see how well the two men got along. The conversation smoothly shifted to games and programming, and their shared interests created an easy, enjoyable vibe. The drinks put us in a playful mood, and the sharp edges of the night began to soften and fade away.

to be continued...