Erotica | Echoes and Whispers of Love

the office terrace | bxg | Forbidden Office Orgasm

I stand at the terrace of my office looking at the view in front of my eyes, the small boxes of rooms opposite are brighter than the stars above and the traffic from downstairs is noisy but not noisy enough to distract you from enjoying the breeze while you sit there calmly. I take a deep breath and my mind says 'Fuck, I need a cigarette.' I close my eyes and shut down my thoughts. It's been a rough day, I wish I could go home. But that desire leaves my soul the minute I am reminded I will have to face my parents. A faint ironical chuckle leaves my mouth when I realize that most of us don't have homes, we just have rented spaces which we use as per convenience. We are just souls who wander in routine. Doesn't that totally ruin the point of being free and independent? The sound of cars honking as they pass by faintly reaches my ears. Maybe this is the sign to stop overthinking.

The smell of smoke reaches my nose, quickly I open my eyes to follow it. I see a silhouette on the other corner of a balcony by the wall scrolling his phone with a lit cigarette. Am I really that desperate today? Yes. Fuck it. I walk over to this shadow and tap on his shoulder. He turns to face me. "Yes?" He asks, with raised eyebrows. I check him out- deep voice, sharp cheekbones, fully grown beard and let down hair. Looks decent. Green signal. "Do you have a cigarette I can borrow?" I lock my eyes with his. Brown eyes. 'Brown eyes are the most unfaithful ones, Shaheen' I make a mental note. "No" He shuts me.

I start walking away back to my stop to observe the sad lives of humans on the opposite end when I hear him say "Hey, I can share mine. Do you mind it?" "Desperate times call for desperate measures." I respond and start walking towards him. I take the cigarette from his finger when he stops me and instead holds it up for me near my mouth. I look at him and take the first drag in complete silence. He looks at me and takes another long drag, his eyes sharply looking making a strong eye contact, so strong my heart skipped a beat. Fuck, that was hot.

He blows out the smoke softly, not uttering a word in between and I maintain the silence. He brings his hand up close to my mouth again, only this time his fingers touch my lips. Is he doing what I think he's doing? But what do I do? Do I do something? I take a drag. He smirks at me and rubs his thumb on my lower lip. "You are new at this, aren't you?" I feel my panties soaked. "Yeah, I just started sometime ago but let's not talk about it." I cut him before he could take it anywhere, and he nodded.

He takes another drag and hands me the cigarette. "Hold it" I followed his instructions. "Take a drag." I take a quick puff, confused. He holds the cigarette back again, this time in his right hand. "Suck this." He placed his middle finger on my lip. The rough texture and ashy scent turned me on. Excuse me, I thought. But I dare not ask a question and sucked his finger softly just in the corner. "That's how a finger should be sucked, not a cigarette." He commented. That threw me off guard, and I wanted to return the favor at any cost. I sucked his entire long finger inside my mouth and covered it in my saliva by moving my tongue between it. He whispered fuck faintly. Without waiting, I took his ring finger in and rolled my tongue around the two.

"How about that?" I pulled out his finger and asked him. "I guess it should be sucked like that." I said touching his crotch and taking a step to walk away.

He holds me by my wrist and pulls me close before I walk off. So close I can hear him breathe. I am shocked, what the fuck? I shoot a look at him and he says "I think someone just entered the terrace, I don't want someone to see me with a girl and gossip about it on the first day of my work." Hearing that made me feel disappointed, does he not consider it good enough for him as well? And soon my eyes turn watery.

He cups my chin and looks at me, "What happened?" He whispers. I stay quiet looking away. He flicks his cigarette bud into the air and moves his arms around my waist pulling me closer into his chest making me feel his hardness right between my legs. Fuck. He swiftly swaps our position where he is against the wall and I stand with my back at it, holding my wrists on top of my head. He grinds looking at me. A moan leaves my mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "I can make you talk, I am sure you'll like it. Do you want me to make sure you talk right now right here?"

What is this thing I am feeling? The rush? Fuck. It's too late to think. I pull him close and start dropping wet kisses by the edge of his neck, breathing heavy against his skin. My hands make their way to his hair, and my mouth on his. We kiss as he grinds on me, his finger tracing the skin under my shirt making their way to my bra. We hear the crowd leaving the terrace but that doesn't stop us. He starts kissing my neck and massaging my breasts leaving me to be a moaning mess. I feel my wetness make way i." He grabs all of my hair strands together, as I hold his long hard shaft. I start kissing it and suddenly, his phone rings. "Don't stop, I don't care who it's." But I have different plans. I find his phone and ask him to answer it. "answer it."

"Hello, yes?" It's probably his boss. Without wasting any time, I dig my nails deep into his skin and started kissing them between his thighs. I grab his shaft and slowly rub on it. I caress his balls from the other hand. I finally moved my tongue around his shaft. I hold it and take slow circles around it as I suck on it.  He finds it hard to control his moans, but he doesn't utter a word on call instead he just pulls my hair harder.

I smirk, I pull out his shaft and suck it in slowly. "Yes, I'll look it over and send it tomorrow.." He chokes.  This time I take all his length, I see his mouth dropping and he throws his head back. I'm enjoying this control over him. "Can't hear you, gimme 10" He just cuts the calls and places it onto the back of his pocket. "You're going to have to pay for that." His tone sounds serious. I start moving faster on his shaft, while playing his balls simultaneously.

I don't move my eyes away from his, and his hands start to guide my face wherever he likes. "Fuck, you're so good" he groans. "Fucking, ah." His moans motivate me even more. I start using my hands on his shaft, holding it tighter than ever. Hitting all his spots. "Fuck, I'm close" I feel his body shiver. I go faster, pushing deeper in my mouth and rubbing faster my fingers.

"ah, fuck! Fuck!" He gasps and he oozes out. My mouth is full of him, dripping down. But I don't stop, I want him to moan harder. "Ah fuck!" He says, as I keep riding his dick. His long hard dick. He pulls my hair to control me, to stop me and I finally do.

I look up at him, swallowing his cum and wiping the left over of him by rubbing a thumb over my lips. "Looks like I can make you moan." I finish, smirking.