As I stood beside my coworker, Jake, in the dimly lit storage room of our office, my heart pounded against my chest. The air was thick with tension, and it wasn't just from the stack of files we were supposed to be organizing. It was him—his presence, his aura, something about him that had drawn me in since the day he started working here. But tonight, curiosity had gotten the better part of me, and I found myself leaning closer, my eyes fixed on his crotch.

"Jake," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights. "Can I ask you something?"

He turned to me, his dark eyes questioning. "Sure, what's up?"

I hesitated, my fingers playing nervously with the edge of my shirt. "It's... kind of personal."

His eyebrow arched, but he nodded, encouraging me to continue. "Go ahead."

Taking a deep breath, I blurted out, "Is it true? About... you know... down there?"

A smirk played on his lips as he crossed his arms. "You mean, am I really packing?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. "Yeah."

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Well, why don't you find out for yourself?"

My mouth went dry as I stared at him, my mind racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Without thinking, I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as it hovered over his zipper. Jake didn't flinch; instead, he watched me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

Gulping, I slowly unzipped his pants, my fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers. With a gentle tug, I exposed his bulge, and my eyes widened in disbelief. It was even bigger than I had imagined.

"Holy shit," I breathed, my voice filled with awe.

Jake laughed, the sound low and husky. "Like what you see?"

Unable to speak, I nodded, my hand still resting on his erection. The heat emanating from him was palpable, making my own body respond in kind. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my blouse, and a dampness pooling between my thighs.

"What do you want to do with it?" Jake asked, his voice deepening.

My mind spun with possibilities, each more daring than the last. "I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice shaky.

He stepped closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Why don't you touch it?"

The suggestion sent a wave of desire coursing through me. Slowly, I slid my hand inside his boxers, my fingers curling around his length. It was smooth and hard, throbbing gently in my grasp. A moan escaped my lips as I began to stroke him, reveling in the feel of his flesh against my palm.

"That's it," Jake groaned, his head falling back. "Keep going."

Encouraged, I quickened my pace, my other hand reaching up to cup his balls. They were heavy and full, adding to the intoxicating sensation of being in control. Jake's hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, his arousal pressing against my stomach.

"Fuck, you're good at this," he muttered, his voice ragged.

I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "What else can I do?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze locking with mine. "Suck it."

The challenge hung in the air between us, charged with electricity. I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my ears. "Show me how."

Jake guided my head down, his fingers tangling in my hair. As I lowered myself, my lips brushed against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. Emboldened, I opened my mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch. The taste of him was salty and musky, driving me wild with need.

"Oh god," Jake gasped, his hands tightening on my head. "Just like that."

I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his shaft, relishing the sounds of his pleasure. Each groan, each shudder, fueled my desire, pushing me to explore deeper, faster, harder.

Suddenly, Jake pulled me off, his eyes burning with urgency. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

Confused but obedient, I did as he said, leaning against a nearby shelf. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, and with a sharp thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely.

"Ah!" I cried out, my body clenching around him.

He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. "You okay?" he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.

I nodded, my fingers digging into the metal shelf. "Yes, please, don't stop."

With a growl, Jake began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, the sensation overwhelming yet exhilarating. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

"Jake, I'm... I'm close," I panted, my legs quivering.

He grunted in response, his pace increasing. "Me too, baby. Come for me."

His words were my undoing. With a strangled cry, I shattered around him, my orgasm washing over me in waves. Jake followed soon after, his release spilling deep inside me, his body shuddering with each pulse.

We collapsed against the shelf, gasping for air, our bodies still joined. For a moment, there was only the sound of our mingled breaths and the distant hum of the lights. Then, Jake kissed my shoulder tenderly, his voice soft.

"Wow," he whispered. "That was..."

"Unforgettable," I finished for him, turning to face him. Our eyes met, and in that shared moment, I knew our lives would never be the same.

Let me know how you'd like me to finish.