The world shifted and changed. Clothing became a thing of the past. Passion became public and free, anywhere and everywhere.
I didn’t understand it, how people could lose themselves to their basest desires right here in the office. I didn’t understand how people could let their coworkers take them freely. I didn’t understand how they didn’t have any boundaries.
For a year I didn’t let myself understand.
They kept it away from me, out of sight and out of mind. They knew that I didn’t indulge and they didn’t want to bother me, but we’re locked into this meeting room all day and they need to let their frustrations out. They need the pleasure of each others company, and so I let them have it.
I’m watching it all. I’m watching it happen right in front of me. So many of them giving themselves to each other. No hesitation. No reservation.
I don’t know if I can resist.
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Julie was about my age and the whole reason I had brought her in here was that she was just about as serious about everything as I was. She wasn’t demure and she wasn’t a wallflower. She was strong and commanding and of sound and sure mind. But not once in the months that she had been working here had I ever seen her cross the line of physical contact in the office. I had caught everyone else at least once but never her.
I’d thought that she was a kindred spirit. Though we’d never spoken at length about it, I figured that Julie was on the same page that I was.
Apparently not.
Because she was the one who started things. She was the one to burst the dam. She was the one who initiated everything that was to come, everything that froze me in place while I watched it happen.
Serious Julie. Kind but firm Julie. Julie who was all business. Julie who was a bit mousy with her plain brown hair and her slim but fit body. With her eyes that made her seem wide-eyed and innocent but which flashed with an intelligence that showed that she knew exactly how to seize and maintain control.
Julie who turned to the man sitting in the chair next to her, pushing him back as she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth with a desperate energy while her fingers fumbled between her legs to dip deep into her sex with rapid and wet strokes.
The rest of them watched for a moment and then leaped into action.
There were ten of us in here, including me. Not an even pairing of men and women, there was a disproportionate number of men to women in the whole industry so the same would be the case in this meeting room.
It was six men to four women, including me, and so the three women who were in the room had to take on more than one partner as papers were pressed to the ground from off of the table to make room for bodies that came together in passionate need.
The flames of passion had slowed over the last year, but it was like denying themselves for simply a single morning had brought them all the way back to that first week. Attacking each other with furious desire and need, plunging on each other and taking each other in a race to completion.
Everywhere I looked there was skin on skin. One woman bent over between two men as they sawed her between the two of them. The other kneeling on the ground taking on two men at once, bouncing between each of them to bob on them, to taste them each in turn and plunge them deep between her lips. To feel them fill her mouth and fill her up as she gave herself to them fully.
And Julie, dear sweet Julie who was riding one man lying down on the table while the other was in her as well. Both of them at the same time filling her up together as she pounded herself down on them and moaned impossibly for more.
It was amazing to watch, a sight to behold. All of it right here in front of me and impossible to ignore.