Office Temptation Unleashed

Kim’s day at work is winding down, she’s been sexually frustrated for days, her husband has not paid her any attention for weeks and her frustration is building, tonight her husband leaves for business and won’t be home till the weekend, Kim has been eyeing the new intern Gail since she joyed the company, and Gail had noticed, tonight would be perfect timing to take her out for drinks and see where it goes

Here’s the revised section: --- Kim woke up with her thighs pressed together, the ache already pulsing between them. The sheets clung to her damp skin as she rolled onto her back, fingers trailing down her stomach. Three weeks without her husband’s touch had left her restless, and last night’s dreams—vivid flashes of Gail’s mouth, her hands—had only stoked the hunger. She didn’t bother waiting. The shower hissed to life, steam curling around her as she braced one hand against the tile. The other slid between her legs, fingers circling her clit with rough, impatient strokes. She bit back a moan, imagining Gail’s smirk, the way her hips would roll under Kim’s grip. The fantasy burned hotter than the water—Gail pinning her against the wall, teeth scraping her neck, fingers fucking her deep—and Kim came with a sharp gasp, thighs trembling. By the time she got to work, the edge had dulled but the hunger hadn’t. Across the office, Gail leaned over the printer, the curve of her ass outlined in tight black slacks. Kim’s teeth sank into her lower lip. The new intern had been watching her too—lingering glances, accidental brushes in the break room. The kind of tension that didn’t need words. Gail turned, catching Kim staring. A smirk curled her glossed lips. "Drinks tonight?" Kim asked, voice low. No pretense. No games. Gail didn’t hesitate. "Thought you’d never ask." Kim’s pulse spiked. The office emptied around them, but the air thickened. She imagined Gail’s hands on her—rough, impatient, nothing like her husband’s disinterest. Tonight, she’d finally get what she needed. --- Let me know if you'd like any adjustments!

5oclock comes Gail enters Kim’s office as Kim is putting her coat on rubs up against her just to see her reaction

The office door clicked shut behind Gail, muffling the hum of the emptying building. Kim barely had time to slide her arms into her coat before Gail pressed against her from behind—hips flush against her ass, hands skimming up her sides. Kim froze, coat half-on, breath catching. Gail’s lips grazed the shell of her ear. "You’ve been staring all day," she murmured. "Tell me you don’t want this." Kim exhaled sharply, arching back into the contact. Gail’s fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer. The coat slipped from Kim’s shoulders, pooling on the floor. "Fuck," Kim hissed as Gail’s teeth nipped her neck. Gail’s palm slid down, cupping Kim through her skirt. "Already wet for me?" She pressed harder, drawing a choked moan. "Guess I don’t need to ask." Kim twisted in her grasp, grabbing Gail’s collar and yanking her into a bruising kiss. No more waiting.

Kim broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her chest rising fast. She pressed a hand against Gail’s shoulder—not rejection, just restraint. "First drinks," she panted, lips still tingling. "If that goes well…" She let the implication hang, fingers tightening in Gail’s collar before releasing. Gail smirked, stepping back just enough to let Kim breathe. "Tease." She dragged a thumb over Kim’s bottom lip, smudging her gloss. "Fine. But I’m picking the place." Kim straightened her skirt, pulse still hammering. The heat between her thighs throbbed, but she forced herself to bend and retrieve her coat. Gail watched, arms crossed, eyes dark with promise. "One drink," Kim said, slipping into her coat with deliberate slowness. "Then we’ll see how badly you want to finish what you started." Gail laughed low, catching Kim’s wrist as she passed. "Oh, I’ll finish it." Her grip tightened. "And you’ll beg for more." Kim shivered. Tonight wouldn’t end with just a drink.

Gail led Kim to a dimly lit corner booth in the back of the bar—the kind of place where the music hummed low enough for conversation but loud enough to drown out anything too private. Her fingers lingered on the small of Kim’s back as they slid into the seat, thighs brushing under the table. “Whiskey neat,” Gail told the waiter without looking up, her gaze locked on Kim. “And whatever she wants.” Kim ordered something fruity just to watch Gail’s smirk widen. “Playing hard to get?” Gail murmured, sliding a hand onto Kim’s knee beneath the table. Kim arched a brow but didn’t push her away. “Just making you work for it.” Gail’s fingers crept higher, nails scraping lightly over the inside of Kim’s thigh. “Oh, I *like* working for it.” Kim’s breath hitched as Gail’s touch inched dangerously close to where she was already throbbing. The drinks arrived, but neither of them reached for their glasses—not when Gail’s mouth was suddenly at Kim’s ear, her voice rough. “Tell me you’re still wet for me.” Kim’s grip tightened around her glass. “Take me home and find out.”

Gail’s grip tightened on Kim’s thigh. “Not so fast,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of her whiskey. Setting the glass down, her other hand sliding higher beneath Kim’s skirt. “No one can see us back here.” Kim’s breath caught as Gail’s fingers traced the damp lace of her panties. “You’re fucking shameless,” she whispered, hips twitching forward involuntarily. Gail’s smirk was wicked. “And you love it.” Her fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it aside just enough to tease bare skin. “Tell me you want my fingers inside you *right here*.” Kim bit her lip, glancing around—but the shadows of the booth hid them, the music drowning out her shaky exhale. “God, *yes*—” Gail didn’t wait. Two fingers slid into her, deep and slow, curling just right. Kim’s nails dug into the leather seat as Gail nipped at her earlobe. “Quiet,” she warned. “Or I’ll stop.” Kim clenched around her, thighs trembling. She wasn’t sure she could be quiet—not with Gail’s thumb circling her clit, relentless.

Gail’s fingers slowed inside Kim, her breath hot against her ear. “Tell me,” she murmured, her thumb still working tight circles. “How does your husband fuck you?” Kim’s hips jerked—half from the pressure of Gail’s touch, half from the filthy question. “He—*fuck*—doesn’t,” she gasped. Gail’s teeth grazed her neck. “Liar.” She curled her fingers deeper, dragging a moan from Kim’s throat. “Does he take you slow? Or does he pound into you like he owns you?” Kim’s nails bit into Gail’s wrist, holding her there. “Neither,” she breathed. “He’s too soft.” Gail laughed low, twisting her fingers just enough to make Kim whimper. “Then let me show you how it’s done.” She pulled her hand free, ignoring Kim’s frustrated noise, and dragged her wet fingers over Kim’s parted lips. “Suck.” Kim obeyed, tongue swirling around Gail’s fingers, tasting herself. Gail watched, pupils blown. “Good girl.” She leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. “Now tell me *exactly* what you want me to do to you.”

Kim’s lips parted around Gail’s fingers, her voice rough with need. “I need to be fucked all night long—*haven’t been touched in weeks*.” Gail’s grip tightened in Kim’s hair, tilting her head back. “Then you’ll take what I give you,” she murmured, dragging her thumb over Kim’s bottom lip. “And you won’t cum until I say.” Kim whimpered, and nodded her head in agreement with Gail. Gail smirked, pushing Kim’s skirt up, she could see how wet Kim’s panties were.

Gail smoothed Kim’s skirt back down with deliberate slowness, her fingers lingering just long enough to make Kim shudder. Kim let out a frustrated groan, hips twitching toward nothing. Gail cupped her jaw instead, tilting her face up. "You’ll have to work harder for it than that," she murmured, then kissed her—deep and slow, just enough to remind Kim what she wasn’t getting. Before Kim could chase her mouth, Gail pulled back and stood. "Goodnight." She adjusted her blouse, smirk sharp. "See you tomorrow at work." Kim’s breath left her in a rush, her skin still burning where Gail’s touch had been. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only the ache between Kim’s thighs and the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

Kim frantically leaves the bar rushing home as the door closes to her house clothes start falling to the floor reaching into her night stand she pulls out her 10inch black dildo and starts fucking herself

--- Kim barely made it through her front door before her skirt hit the floor, fingers already working the clasp of her bra. The cool air of her apartment prickled against her overheated skin as she kicked off her heels, heart hammering from the rush home—and Gail’s teasing. The nightstand drawer screeched open. Her grip was unsteady as she pulled out the thick silicone toy, the weight familiar in her palm. No patience for foreplay—she shoved her soaked panties aside and pressed the tip against her clit with a choked gasp. A rough twist of her wrist and she was sinking onto it, back arching off the bed as the stretch burned through her. Fuck, she *needed* it. Hips pistoning, she drove the toy deeper with each thrust, the base slapping against her thighs. Gail’s voice curled in her mind—*not until I say*—but Kim was beyond listening. She bit her own wrist to stifle the cry as her orgasm ripped through her, legs shaking, cunt clenching around nothing when she finally yanked the toy free. Panting, she stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

On the way to work Kim receives a call from Gail , take your panties off before coming into the office I have a surprise for you. Kim can feel the the warmth growing between her legs,she can feel her heart racing.

Kim was halfway to the office when her phone buzzed—Gail’s name flashing on the screen sent an immediate throb between her legs. She swiped to answer, pressing the phone to her ear as traffic blurred past. “Take your panties off before you walk in,” Gail’s voice was smooth, deliberate. “I have a surprise for you.” Kim’s breath caught. She could already feel the flush spreading down her chest, the wetness soaking through her underwear. “Fuck,” she muttered, thighs pressing together. “Understood?” “Yes.” The word came out tight, strained. The call ended, leaving Kim’s skin buzzing. Her fingers shook as she hiked up her skirt, peeling the soaked fabric down her thighs. The second they were off, cool air ghosted over her bare cunt, making her shiver. She tossed the panties into her purse, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Every stoplight felt like agony. Every shift in her seat made her hyper-aware of her nakedness, the way her skirt brushed against her swollen clit with the slightest movement. By the time she parked, her pulse was roaring in her ears. The elevator ride up was worse—every jolt, every sway of the car sending sparks through her. She bit her lip hard, resisting the urge to slide a hand between her legs. The office doors loomed ahead. Gail was waiting. And Kim’s entire body was coiled tight with anticipation.

Gail didn’t look at Kim as she enter the office. Kim just walked quickly into her office closing the door and sat looking straight at Gail. Gail was wearing a blazer which was open no bra and a short skirt walking into Kim’s office with a wicked look of desire in her face

Gail didn’t look at Kim as she entered the office—not at first. But Kim didn’t hesitate, moving straight to her own office and shutting the door behind her, her pulse wild. She sat, legs slightly parted under her desk, heat radiating between her thighs as she stared at Gail through the glass. Gail sauntered in moments later, blazer open, bare breasts swaying beneath it, her short skirt riding high. The wicked glint in her eyes made Kim’s breath catch. Without a word, Gail turned the lock on the door, then leaned back against it, letting her blazer slip further open. “You obeyed,” she murmured, gaze dropping pointedly between Kim’s legs. “Good girl.” Kim’s fingers dug into her chair as Gail pushed off the door and stalked forward, hips rolling with each step. She didn’t touch Kim—not yet. Instead, she perched on the edge of the desk, one knee pressing against Kim’s inner thigh. “And now,” Gail said, slow and deliberate, “you’re going to watch.” She slid a hand between her own legs, fingers slipping beneath the skirt. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stroked herself, eyes locked on Kim’s. The air thickened with the wet sound of her fingertips circling her clit, her thighs flexing as she worked herself closer. Kim’s cunt clenched, aching, her own fingers twitching with the need to reach out, to take. But Gail had other plans.

Gail’s breath gasped as she dragged two fingers through her slick folds, arching slightly off the desk. “Look at you,” she murmured, watching Kim’s pupils dilate. “So fucking desperate to touch me.” Kim’s thighs trembled, her nails biting into the armrests. The scent of Gail’s arousal hung heavy between them, mingling with the sharp click of her stiletto shifting against the desk. With a slow smirk, Gail lifted her glistening fingers, holding them just out of reach. “Open.” Kim leaned forward without thinking, lips parting, but Gail tsked and pulled back. “Not for you yet.” She dragged her wet fingertips down Kim’s collarbone, leaving a cool trail that burned hotter when she reached the first button of her blouse. One twist, then another—the fabric fell open, exposing Kim’s flushed skin. Gail’s palm skated down, cupping her breast just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’ll take what I give you,” she breathed, thumb circling a stiff nipple. “And right now?” She leaned in, lips brushing Kim’s ear. “I want to watch you squirm.” Her free hand shoved Kim’s skirt up, baring her completely, before slipping between her thighs—one teasing stroke, then nothing. Kim whined, hips jerking forward, but Gail was already stepping back, wiping her fingers on her own thigh. “Patience,” she purred. “This is just the beginning.”

Kim let out a ragged exhale, her body thrumming with need as Gail’s smirk deepened. The office was stifling now, every inch of Kim’s skin prickling under Gail’s predatory gaze. With agonizing slowness, Gail unbuttoned her blazer the rest of the way, letting it slide off her shoulders to pool on the floor. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, dragging it down her thighs until it joined the discarded blazer. Now she stood there, naked except for her heels, her cunt glistening, her nipples tight. Kim swallowed hard. Gail stepped forward again, this time gripping Kim’s hair and yanking her head back. “Touch yourself,” she ordered, voice rough. “Show me how wet I’ve made you.” Kim’s fingers hesitated—then obeyed, sliding between her own slick folds with a choked gasp. Gail’s free hand caught hers, guiding her rhythm. “Harder,” she demanded, her own breath uneven. “I want to hear it.” The lewd, wet sounds filled the room, punctuated by Kim’s whimpers. Gail watched, her grip tightening in Kim’s hair as she ground her own hips against the edge of the desk, her thighs trembling with restraint. “Fuck,” Gail hissed. “Now stop.” She pulled Kim’s hand away, inspecting her glistening fingers before shoving them into her own mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. “Good,” she murmured against Kim’s skin. “Now get on the desk.”

Need to make this the ending, Kim’s body is shaking with anticipation of what is to follow, both woman see staring deep into each other eyes what is going to happen next

Kim scrambled to obey, her skirt still bunched around her waist as she climbed onto the desk, her bare ass pressing into the cool wood. Gail let out a low hum of approval, circling her like a predator. “I want your legs over my shoulders,” Gail ordered, voice thick with hunger. She didn't wait for a response—the heel of her hand shoved Kim’s chest down, forcing her to arch her back, her thighs splayed wide. Kim’s fingers clawed at the edges of the desk as Gail dropped to her knees, her hot breath ghosting over Kim’s soaked folds. The first swipe of her tongue was deliberate, slow, making Kim’s hips buck wildly. But Gail held her down, feasting without mercy, her mouth relentless as she licked and sucked every inch of Kim’s cunt. Kim’s lungs burned, her gasps echoing off the walls as Gail’s teeth grazed her clit. The world narrowed to that wet heat, to the brutal rhythm of Gail’s tongue fucking her deep, over and over, until Kim couldn’t hold back anymore. She came with a strangled cry, her body convulsing, Gail’s name tumbling from her lips like a curse. And through it all, Gail’s eyes stayed locked on hers, drinking in every shudder, every moan, until Kim collapsed back onto the desk, trembling.

Gail straightens her self looks at Kim still shaking from her orgasm, smiles licks her lips and walks out of Kim’s office with a swagger of complete satisfaction knowing Kim will want more

Gail straightens up slowly, her lips glistening as she stands. She gives Kim one last look, her expression smug, and then turns to leave the office with a sway in her hips. As she walks away, Kim is still trying to catch her breath, her body tingling from the intense release. The scent of their encounter lingers in the air, a reminder of the passion they just shared. Though Gail doesn't say a word as she exits, her confident stride speaks volumes. She knows that this taste of pleasure will leave Kim craving more, and the thought brings a wicked grin to her face. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Kim alone with her racing thoughts and the promise of what might happen next.