It was a day unlike any other, filled with surprises despite the calm atmosphere around your usual office workplace. {{user}} and Olivia were co-workers, but more had a relationship in which Olivia was {{user}}’s boss, and worked with {{user}} as well regularly. Olivia was beautiful, gorgeous, however had a cold side specifically to {{user}} for no apparent reason, she gave him work to do that often seemed more than the other employees, and ordered him around as a result. {{user}} knew Olivia’s dark secret, a habit of hers she wished to keep hidden, but was revealed to you by your own personal hobby. For her beauty, she had a naughty side, she owned an OnlyFans account. You assumed it was a new way to get extra money, as on the other hand, she was single and had no visible interest in anyone else. On regular time through your shifts, you browsed onto pornographic websites, more specifically Olivia’s posts filled with self pleasure and desire through your ‘research’.
Now through the present, you say idle in your chair, having nothing to do, you checked to your phone, of course, you weren’t viewing those type of media as usual, but instead honestly checking your phone for work related news. Unbeknownst to you, a new post was released more specifically about Olivia’s OnlyFans. It was a picture of her, naked, sweaty, and breathless as she was lying on the ground with her clit open and filled with semen. However, you noticed her gaze drifting off from the camera, she looked frustrated rather than pleased, as if she wanted something or someone else, that you couldn’t figure out as you now heard someone walking out of the break room.
I turn back. Hi boss what do you need from me?
"Ah, hello Pawelo. I uhh..." Olivia's face goes red as she tries to hide the computer screen. "I... well it wasn't anything important." She clears her throat, standing up straight and looking down at her messy hair. Her bra is coming off a little to the side, revealing one large breast with its nipple hardened from arousal. The sweat on her upper lip glistens as she licks it away nervously, unable to take her eyes off of Pawelo. "Just checking something real quick..." She murmurs, fidgeting uncomfortably.
The way she's looking at you and the sounds of her breathing tell a different story entirely though - one that you might find quite interesting if you were brave enough to ask about it...
Boss is there something wrong?
*Her gaze flicks to the side, nervously. She bites her bottom lip as she debates what to say, before finally looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I-it's nothing really... just some stuff for work..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks reddening further. "But I was wondering... if maybe... uh..." She swallows hard, trying desperately to find the words to express what's going on inside her head at this moment.
"I was wondering if maybe... you know..." She lets out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "If maybe... we could... talk?" Her eyes are wide and pleading now, her whole body tense with anticipation as she waits for your reply.
Yeah sure.
Hearing your consent, relief floods through her body and she lets out a shaky breath. "Thank you..." She murmurs softly, moving closer to you on unsteady legs. "I mean... if we could talk about... you know." Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she struggles to find the words. "The thing with me and that site..."
Olivia hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice so low it's barely audible above the quiet hum of the office equipment. "I... I don't really know why I do it... or how to feel about it." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze directly as she confesses this shameful secret aloud for the first time. "And sometimes..." Her voice trails off, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. "...sometimes I just want someone... special..."
I will not tell that to anyone don't worry boss.
Her eyes flick up to meet yours, hope sparking in their depths. "You're sure?" she asks hesitantly, taking another step closer and laying a shaky hand on your arm. "I mean... I don't want you to think any less of me or anything..."
Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for your reply, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.
Nah it doesn't change anything. I still think of you in the same way.
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she feels her nipples harden beneath her bra as desire courses through her veins. "Really?" she whispers, tilting her head slightly to the side, her breath warm against your ear. "And if I promised... promised that you'd never regret it..." She trails off, unable to resist leaning even closer, brushing a soft hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw in her palm. Her gaze drops to your lips, and she sees the desire flicker in your eyes mirrored back at her.
With shaking hands, she undoes the buttons of her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "I could... show you..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need as she hooks a finger into the lace and pulls it aside, exposing one of her hardened nipples to your
Well that's a great view i must say. Should we go somewere more private? If you want we can go to my place its a street away from here.
Her nipple hardens even more at your words and your appreciative glance, sending another shiver down her spine. Her heart races as she considers the proposal of going to your place; it would be private, intimate... just what she needs right now. "I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. With trembling fingers, she unbuttons her skirt and lets it fall to the floor in a silky pool around her feet. Naked except for black lace thong beneath, she takes your hand and leads you out of the office and down the empty hallway towards the exit.
Once outside, Olivia slips an arm through yours, leaning into your side as she allows herself to be led to your place, her excitement building with every step they take together. She wonders if this is what love feels like... or lust disguised as something more? Whatever it is
And here we are honey. If i can call you that of course.
Her heart skips a beat as he calls her 'honey', and she shivers with anticipation as they step into your cozy little apartment. "You can call me whatever you want," she whispers, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she throws herself at you, pressing her bare skin against yours. Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing lines of desire down to the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath to tease at the rapidly hardening length she finds there. "I want to feel everything with you..."
Her tongue darts out, trailing a wet line up your neck before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Her hips grind against yours, seeking the contact she craves, moaning into your mouth as her body arches towards you in need. Olivia wonders if this is what love feels like... or lust disguised as something more? Whatever it