The Night I Had Sex at the Office
By: Claire Lowe
Tags: Short Fiction, Sex, Sexuality, Short Story, Erotica

The Night I Had Sex at the Office

It was the best way to quit my job

Photo by Garin Chadwick on Unsplash

My days working at an office are behind me.

The corporate lifestyle didn’t fit me anymore: I couldn’t stand hearing complaints from moody bosses, the long working hours, and the office gossip. It was a time of my life in which I’ve learned a lot, but I would never go back.

However, the friends I’ve met there made everything worth it.

The one I miss the most is Nate. He started at the company a few months before I left. I remember clearly the day he arrived at the office: unlike the other men, he had a charming vibe. He’s the type of guy who likes to take care of himself and is not afraid of judgment, making him even sexier.

Nate was exactly my type. However, I knew the office relationship was highly inappropriate, so I never acted on it. I spent the vast majority of my days admiring him from a distance.

Everything changed when I decided to quit.

The decision to quit was very natural for me. It was time to pursue my projects, and I had already learned a lot from the company. Besides, it opened the possibility for me to make a move on Nate.

On my last day at the office, I stayed longer. I wanted to make sure I left everything in place for my replacement, and it took some extra time. Luckily, Nate was also staying at the office. It was my last opportunity — and it was perfect.

Once we got alone, I built up the courage to go. I knocked on his door, hesitantly.

One second later, I hear: “come in.”

Nate’s office was slightly bigger than mine, but he didn’t decorate it properly. The desk was a complete mess: it was full of random corporate objects, such as papers, pens, post-its, and laptops. The messiness only bothered me for a second — I was determined to go through with my plan.

Nate stood up as soon as I entered his office. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

With a quick look, I learned that he had a special place for whiskey — a fancy platter with a bottle and some cups. I assumed the drink was for the high-end customers who visited frequently.

Even though I’m not the whiskey type, I thought one glass couldn’t hurt. The drink was enjoyable— it tasted like wood and nuts. As we savored the beverage, Nate and I started a smooth conversation.

I learned that Nate had some surprising hobbies in a matter of minutes: he enjoyed gaming and reading fiction. Once again, I remembered that we should never judge a book by its cover. Nate had such an athletic and charismatic vibe that never thought he could be so geeky.

The contrast only enhanced his charms.

I can’t tell if it was the alcohol, but at some point, I noticed Nate looking at me differently. It was like he was genuinely interested in me — an intense look that leaves no doubt regarding one’s intentions.

The look didn’t make me uncomfortable. On the contrary, it only confirmed he felt the same for me.

I decided we had already spent too long talking. After all, I had waited for months to make a move, and I grew impatient. So I moved closer and looked deeply into Nate’s eyes. It was a subtle move, but it should be enough.

Nate leaned forward and kissed me passionately. The kiss was the opposite of my expectations — I always thought he would be the sweet type, and not fierce.

Nevertheless, he was a good kisser. Our tongues met and explored each other’s mouths with intense desire. Nate’s mouth tasted a bit sour, just like the whiskey — and I thought mine tasted the same.

Discretely, I unbuttoned his shirt without breaking the kiss.

Nate had a reasonably strong body, but nothing excessive — it was as perfect as it gets. He guided me to his desk and pulled me up gently so I could sit. His kiss was so intense that I barely noticed when he removed my underwear.

Since I was at a disadvantage, I unzipped his pants and revealed his hard cock. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips slowly so that he could find my entrance.

Unlike the kiss, Nate entered me gently. My pussy was already insanely wet, which made things easy. It turned out his size fits perfectly for me — not too big nor too small.

I closed my eyes and held him as he moved inside of me. I was so horny that the pleasure started instantly. It filled my body gradually, as I relaxed and let it happen.

Nate kissed my neck and grabbed my hips to go faster.

At that point, my pussy was pulsating intensely — it was the familiar sensation right before my orgasm. I knew it was across the corner, so I gave in to the ecstasy as it built up.

Suddenly, I came — a shiver ran through my body, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Nate noticed and stopped for a minute, observing me in delight. I realized my breath was extremely heavy, even though I didn’t feel tired.

Once I recovered, I moved my hips gently. Nate took that as a sign to keep going — after all, he still needed to finish.

The second wave of pleasure wasn’t as good as the first, but it was still fun. It wasn’t long until I felt his cock vibrating discretely. With his face entirely taken by ecstasy, he came.

Nate leaned his forehead in my shoulder as he recovered as well. We stood there for a second before cleaning up. Afterwards, we poured another glass of whiskey to celebrate the night — and my new choice of career.

The next day, I cleaned up my office and left. Nate and I remain in touch — but only as friends. It was my last office romance and one of my best memories from that job.