The party was expected. I knew for a fact that Alice, the office manager, would do it up right. I’d been there for seven years, done a great job, played by the rules, and had given them plenty of notice. There was a nice dinner buffet spread with a cake, and liquor flowing since we were all officially off the clock. Everyone stood around joking and telling stories, but all I could focus on was Mike. The IT guy. Mike looked the part but more muscular than a typical office drone. He wore glasses and had a short dark beard and mustache. I’d been wanting to fuck him since his first day on the job about six months ago.

We’d flirted plenty, but I was a big believer in you don’t play where you work. It’s usually a very bad idea. But as I watched him and noticed him watching me, it occurred to me that very soon, I would not work there anymore. I was finally free to make a move.

As the conversation and joking grew louder, I moved a bit closer to him. After a minute, a few hesitant glances, and an obvious deep breath for courage, he drew closer to me.

We were far in the back of the crowd by a large fake potted tree. Amped from the wine and the relief that my final day was done, I reached behind the trunk so my arm was partially shielded. I grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed.

It was comical when he jolted at the sudden touch. He made a weird little noise as color rushed to his face, but just one glance showed me that his cock was suddenly hard. He looked at me and shifted a little closer.

I leaned behind the tree as if it would hide us completely and he did too.

“Hey, this is boring,” I said.

He pressed his back against the wall. I followed suit so that we were literally standing behind the tree. It was only shielding part of us, but that was enough. I slid my finger along the crotch of his khakis testing the hardness I knew I’d find there.

His eyes looked as big as dinner plates and I had to try not to laugh.

“Want to get out of here?”

He nodded. He was such a shy guy. I wanted to push him just a little bit.

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

He looked out at the gathering and seemed satisfied that no one was was watching. He leaned toward me, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me. Then he did me one better, he reached with his other hand and cupped my tit. His fingertips found my nipple and pinched it hard. Suddenly, inside my bra, my nipple was a tingling knot of electricity.

 “My old office,” I said. “No one will be in there.”

He exited immediately without being told. I stood there by the big fake tree and waited a few beats. People were still chattering and drinking. If anyone noticed me missing, they’d probably assume I’d gone to the ladies’ room.

I hurried down the hall to my now bare-bones office. Nothing but the furniture it came with and a box waiting for me to haul it to the car.

We could have split and gone to my apartment, but it would be so much hotter to have a tryst with my office crush in my actual office.

He was standing there looking slightly lost when I entered.

I shut the door behind me, thumbed the lock—I still had the key in my bag—and said, “Well? Are you going to take your clothes off or just stare at me?”

He took his pants off so fast it was amusing.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down. His cock sprang free like a divining rod pointing its way to pussy. I grabbed ahold of it, warm and hard, and gave him a few strokes. His eyes drifted shut for a second. I gave him a firm squeeze and they popped open.

“The rest of your clothes,” I said.

He pulled off his tie and then worked the buttons of his shirt.

I pulled my panties off, dangled them in front of him, and then turned and hiked my dress up. “I’m going to leave mine on at first. Something about getting fucked while mostly clothed gets me off.”

He nodded again. “Okay.”

I held my dress in my hands and bent over the desk, legs spread, so that he could see my lean thighs and my ass. “I’ve been thinking about this since you started here.”

Suddenly, he was in close behind me, his hot breath on the back of my neck. He looped a big arm around my middle and his fingers were exploring me, teasing me, tracing my wetness all the way up to my clit where he started to stroke. The expert way his fingers moved over my flesh delighted me.

“You have?” His mouth came down on my neck. Mouth turned to teeth as he nibbled my skin and then shoved two fingers into my pussy.

I gasped, the pleasure saturating me in an instant.

I pushed against the desk, forcing my ass back farther. He was turning me on. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait any more.

“Fuck me, Mike. Stick it in me.”

An aggressive noise came out of him and the fine hairs on the back of my neck prickled. My nipples spiked. My stomach tumbled like I was in free fall. Then his big cock was sliding into me, stretching me, and I was very grateful I was no longer gainfully employed by this company.

He held me tight with that big arm, his body hunched over mine, as he fucked me like a maniac. “I didn’t know you had it in you,” I said, on an exhalation.

His free hand found my mound, his fingers slid along my clit, up and down, up and down until I was swooning.

“It’s in you, right now,” he grunted.

A burble of laughter rolled out of me but then he thrust deep and his cock hit my G-spot with such sudden perfect force my toes curled inside my heels.

“Again,” I said. “Right there. Fuck, yes, right there.”

He held me tight and rocked into me. Each driving thrust was measured. He was doing as asked, and doing it perfectly.

“Jesus. That is so… fucking perfect.” I moved my body in time with his. Pressing back every time he drove forward.

I put my hand on his strong arm. My other hand strayed to my breasts. I pinched and stroked my nipples through my dress, then shoved my hand inside my bodice and bra and pinched them harder.

I came, stifling my cry lest the crowd in the conference room hear us.

My pussy flickered and worked around his cock. Every time a spasm hit, he groaned.

“Pull out for a second,” I said. “I want to do something. Pull out.”

He did. When I turned to face him, he stood there, panting hard.

I pulled my dress off slowly and then turned him so his ass rested against the lip of the desk. I kissed my way down his belly, grazed his hips with my teeth. Mike moaned and that made my pussy flex.

I got on my knees and looked up at him. Stroking him. “Have you thought about this before?”

He tossed his head back and laughed. Then he stared down at me. “Only every time I laid eyes on you.”

He put his hand on my head and pressed. That take charge gesture shot a thrill through me.

I put his cock in my mouth slowly. Taking my time. I drove my lips down his shaft and when I was at the base, I paused. I felt him twitch in my mouth. Heard him groaned again, this time with frustration.

I worked my mouth to the tip, licked him, sucked him hard, and then drove my mouth down again. I worked him with my tongue and lips. I drew on him until I heard him gasp and then pumped my slick fist up and down his length. I slid my tongue along the tip and then swept it down one side before traveling up the other. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in my mouth and throat. I held his hips and took it. Finally, I pulled my mouth off his cock and stood.

I pushed his shoulders down and he got the hint, getting on his knees. He parted my thighs and put his warm wet mouth on my pussy. It didn’t take much. His tongue nudged my clit, making spirals that had me swooning. He sucked the hard nub of flesh and then drove a finger into my cunt. The added sensation had me gasping.

I widened my stance and arched my hips. He worked me with his mouth and fingers and it didn’t take much. I was swollen and sensitive. I moved forward against his mouth and took everything his tongue and fingers, had to give.

The pressure built to an unbearable level and when I came I tugged his hair good and hard.

I hopped onto the desk, spread my legs and said, “Fuck me.”

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He got between my thighs and rammed into me. He held my hips and fucked me like a man possessed. His big hard cock slamming into me in a perfect rhythm. I clenched my internal muscles around him to watch him struggle.

“Jesus,” he said. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

I clenched again and that sensation sent me over the edge. A small but lovely orgasm rolled through my pussy as I clutched his shoulders.

That sensation did him in. Mike pulled free of me, grabbed his cock, and painted my belly and mound with his come.

I laughed softly. “Last day perks?”

He grinned at me. “Want to come home for a drink?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”