The moment Anne walked into the staff room, I knew I was in trouble.
Not just because she was married, or because I was in a relationship too, but because the way she looked at me with those mischievous eyes made it impossible to think straight.
She was a walking temptation, her short pixie-cut hair framing a face that could make any man forget his name.
And her body—God, her body—was a masterpiece. Her 38 DDD breasts seemed to defy gravity, her thin waist accentuated by curves that could stop traffic.
Her ass? Forget about it.
It was like she was sculpted to drive me insane.
“Hey, chef,” she purred, leaning against the counter.
“You look like you could use a break.”
I wiped my hands on my apron, trying to act casual, but my pulse was racing.
“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep this kitchen running.”
She smirked, biting her lower lip in that way she always did when she was teasing me.
“Maybe I could help you… unwind later.”
The way she said it sent a shiver down my spine.
We’d been flirting for weeks, ever since we were both sent to this out-of-state location to train the new staff. It was innocent at first—just playful banter, stolen glances across the restaurant—but lately, it felt like something more.
Something dangerous.
That night, after the last customer left and the restaurant was quiet, Anne invited me to her hotel room for a drink.
I told myself it was harmless.
Just two coworkers letting off steam after a long day.
But deep down, I knew better.
The first drink was fine.
The second loosened me up. By the third, I was laughing at her jokes, my guard slipping with every sip.
By the fifth, I was leaning in closer, our knees brushing under the table.
Her hand reached for mine, her fingers tracing circles on my palm.
“You’re different, you know that?” she said softly, her breath warm against my ear.
“Not like the other guys here.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Anne, we can’t—”
Before I could finish, she kissed me.
Her lips were soft, insistent, and I was powerless to resist.
We kissed like it was the first and last time, her hands tangling in my hair, mine gripping her waist.
Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel every curve, every inch of her. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
The next night, we found ourselves in the outdoor hot tub after work.
The air was cool, the steam rising around us as we sat across from each other.
The tension was palpable, the kind that made it hard to breathe.
“So,” she said, her voice low, “what happens now?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached for her, pulling her onto my lap.
Her legs straddled mine, her breasts pressing against my chest.
My hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as we kissed passionately.
I cupped her ass, pulling her against me so she could feel my hardness. She ground against me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
We were just about to take things further when we heard voices nearby.
Panicked, we broke apart, scrambling to get dressed before anyone could see us.
“My room,” Anne whispered, grabbing my hand.
“Now.”
We rushed back to her hotel room, the door slamming shut behind us. She turned to face me, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing with desire.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Do you?”
I didn’t hesitate. I kissed her again, my hands sliding under her shirt, finding her soft skin.
She moaned into my mouth, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
We undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment.
Her body was even more breathtaking naked, her breasts full and round, her waist tiny, her hips perfectly curved.
I traced the lines of her body with my fingers, committing every inch to memory.
Her pussy was shaved smooth, wet with her arousal.
I couldn’t resist dipping my head to take a taste.
“You’re beautiful,”
I whispered, my voice hoarse.
She smiled, pulling me closer.
“Show me.”
I started with her neck, kissing and nibbling as she gasped.
My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her arch into me.
My lips followed, trailing down her body until I was on my knees in front of her.
She threaded her fingers through my hair as I kissed the inside of her thighs, my breath warm against her skin.
When my tongue finally found her clit, she let out a cry, her legs shaking.
I sucked and licked, savoring every moan, every whimper, until she was trembling with pleasure.
I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot.
She cried out, her body convulsing as I brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
When I stood up, she pushed me onto the bed, her hands roaming my chest as she kissed her way down my body.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
She took me deep, her mouth hot and wet, sucking and bobbing her head.
I groaned, my hands gripping the sheets as she brought me to the edge of ecstasy.
“Anne…” I gasped, my voice breaking.
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust.
“I want you.”
I flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. “Tell me if I’m being too rough.”
She shook her head, pulling me closer. “I need you. Now.”
I didn’t hold back. I thrust into her, our bodies slamming together as we lost ourselves in each other.
The room was filled with the sound of our moans, the bed creaking beneath us.
I pounded into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me deeper.
I reached between us, rubbing her clit in circles, feeling her tighten around me.
“Yes!” she cried out, her nails digging into my back.
“Don’t stop!”
I didn’t.
I kept moving, kept rubbing, kept driving us both towards the edge.
When she came, it was with a scream, her body clenching around me, milking me for all I was worth.
We tried every position we could think of—her on top, me behind her, her legs wrapped around my waist.
Each one was more intense than the last, our connection undeniable.
He bent her over the bed, taking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he started to pound into her with a relentless rhythm.
She moaned loudly, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, their bodies slapping together in a raw, primal dance.
The room filled with the sound of their passion, a symphony of desire that left no room for inhibition.
I leaned over, my chest pressing against her back as I reached around to rub her clit, feeling her body tense and quiver under my touch.
Her breaths came in short gasps, her muscles clenching as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking and crying out my name.
" O, William "
"Fuck, you feel so good,"
I groaned into her ear, his voice husky with desire and effort as his own release began to build again.
"Come with me,"
she panted, her body shaking with the aftermath of her climax, begging for more.
My grip on her hips tightening as I thrust into her a few more times, each movement deeper and more intense than the last.
I could feel her inner muscles clamping down on my cock, urging me on, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we chased our mutual release.
With a final, powerful thrust, I exploded deep inside her, both our orgasms syncing perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies.
We stayed locked together, our breath ragged and synchronized, riding out the aftermath of our intense connection.
I slowly lowered her to the bed, our bodies still entwined, and collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied.
When we finally collapsed next to each other, sweaty and spent, I knew this was something I’d never forget.
But as we lay there, staring at the ceiling, reality started to creep in.
“What happens when we go back home?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable.
“We don’t talk about it. Ever.”
I nodded, knowing that was the only answer that made sense.
But as I got dressed and left her room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.
Not just because she was married, or because I was in a relationship too, but because the way she looked at me with those mischievous eyes made it impossible to think straight.
She was a walking temptation, her short pixie-cut hair framing a face that could make any man forget his name.
And her body—God, her body—was a masterpiece. Her 38 DDD breasts seemed to defy gravity, her thin waist accentuated by curves that could stop traffic.
Her ass? Forget about it.
It was like she was sculpted to drive me insane.
“Hey, chef,” she purred, leaning against the counter.
“You look like you could use a break.”
I wiped my hands on my apron, trying to act casual, but my pulse was racing.
“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep this kitchen running.”
She smirked, biting her lower lip in that way she always did when she was teasing me.
“Maybe I could help you… unwind later.”
The way she said it sent a shiver down my spine.
We’d been flirting for weeks, ever since we were both sent to this out-of-state location to train the new staff. It was innocent at first—just playful banter, stolen glances across the restaurant—but lately, it felt like something more.
Something dangerous.
That night, after the last customer left and the restaurant was quiet, Anne invited me to her hotel room for a drink.
I told myself it was harmless.
Just two coworkers letting off steam after a long day.
But deep down, I knew better.
The first drink was fine.
The second loosened me up. By the third, I was laughing at her jokes, my guard slipping with every sip.
By the fifth, I was leaning in closer, our knees brushing under the table.
Her hand reached for mine, her fingers tracing circles on my palm.
“You’re different, you know that?” she said softly, her breath warm against my ear.
“Not like the other guys here.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Anne, we can’t—”
Before I could finish, she kissed me.
Her lips were soft, insistent, and I was powerless to resist.
We kissed like it was the first and last time, her hands tangling in my hair, mine gripping her waist.
Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel every curve, every inch of her. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
The next night, we found ourselves in the outdoor hot tub after work.
The air was cool, the steam rising around us as we sat across from each other.
The tension was palpable, the kind that made it hard to breathe.
“So,” she said, her voice low, “what happens now?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached for her, pulling her onto my lap.
Her legs straddled mine, her breasts pressing against my chest.
My hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as we kissed passionately.
I cupped her ass, pulling her against me so she could feel my hardness. She ground against me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
We were just about to take things further when we heard voices nearby.
Panicked, we broke apart, scrambling to get dressed before anyone could see us.
“My room,” Anne whispered, grabbing my hand.
“Now.”
We rushed back to her hotel room, the door slamming shut behind us. She turned to face me, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing with desire.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Do you?”
I didn’t hesitate. I kissed her again, my hands sliding under her shirt, finding her soft skin.
She moaned into my mouth, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
We undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment.
Her body was even more breathtaking naked, her breasts full and round, her waist tiny, her hips perfectly curved.
I traced the lines of her body with my fingers, committing every inch to memory.
Her pussy was shaved smooth, wet with her arousal.
I couldn’t resist dipping my head to take a taste.
“You’re beautiful,”
I whispered, my voice hoarse.
She smiled, pulling me closer.
“Show me.”
I started with her neck, kissing and nibbling as she gasped.
My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her arch into me.
My lips followed, trailing down her body until I was on my knees in front of her.
She threaded her fingers through my hair as I kissed the inside of her thighs, my breath warm against her skin.
When my tongue finally found her clit, she let out a cry, her legs shaking.
I sucked and licked, savoring every moan, every whimper, until she was trembling with pleasure.
I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot.
She cried out, her body convulsing as I brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
When I stood up, she pushed me onto the bed, her hands roaming my chest as she kissed her way down my body.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
She took me deep, her mouth hot and wet, sucking and bobbing her head.
I groaned, my hands gripping the sheets as she brought me to the edge of ecstasy.
“Anne…” I gasped, my voice breaking.
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust.
“I want you.”
I flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. “Tell me if I’m being too rough.”
She shook her head, pulling me closer. “I need you. Now.”
I didn’t hold back. I thrust into her, our bodies slamming together as we lost ourselves in each other.
The room was filled with the sound of our moans, the bed creaking beneath us.
I pounded into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me deeper.
I reached between us, rubbing her clit in circles, feeling her tighten around me.
“Yes!” she cried out, her nails digging into my back.
“Don’t stop!”
I didn’t.
I kept moving, kept rubbing, kept driving us both towards the edge.
When she came, it was with a scream, her body clenching around me, milking me for all I was worth.
We tried every position we could think of—her on top, me behind her, her legs wrapped around my waist.
Each one was more intense than the last, our connection undeniable.
He bent her over the bed, taking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he started to pound into her with a relentless rhythm.
She moaned loudly, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, their bodies slapping together in a raw, primal dance.
The room filled with the sound of their passion, a symphony of desire that left no room for inhibition.
I leaned over, my chest pressing against her back as I reached around to rub her clit, feeling her body tense and quiver under my touch.
Her breaths came in short gasps, her muscles clenching as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking and crying out my name.
" O, William "
"Fuck, you feel so good,"
I groaned into her ear, his voice husky with desire and effort as his own release began to build again.
"Come with me,"
she panted, her body shaking with the aftermath of her climax, begging for more.
My grip on her hips tightening as I thrust into her a few more times, each movement deeper and more intense than the last.
I could feel her inner muscles clamping down on my cock, urging me on, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we chased our mutual release.
With a final, powerful thrust, I exploded deep inside her, both our orgasms syncing perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies.
We stayed locked together, our breath ragged and synchronized, riding out the aftermath of our intense connection.
I slowly lowered her to the bed, our bodies still entwined, and collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied.
When we finally collapsed next to each other, sweaty and spent, I knew this was something I’d never forget.
But as we lay there, staring at the ceiling, reality started to creep in.
“What happens when we go back home?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable.
“We don’t talk about it. Ever.”
I nodded, knowing that was the only answer that made sense.
But as I got dressed and left her room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.
