Coworker Sex: Stunning Must-Have Hotel Room Encounter

I still can’t believe I’m telling you this, but remember that coworker sex I hinted at last month? It finally happened, and honestly, it was nothing like I expected. We’d been flirting for weeks—little glances across the break room, texts that got longer and later—so when she suggested meeting at a hotel near the office, I knew exactly what she meant. The room was quiet except for the hum of the AC, and the second the door clicked shut, that nervous energy just melted into something hungrier. She pulled me close, and I noticed her pierced tits for the first time under her blouse, which somehow made everything feel more real and intimate. We made love slowly at first, really kissing, really feeling it, and then she guided me onto my back and climbed on top, riding me in close-up cowgirl while the lamplight caught the muscles in her abs with every roll of her hips. I remember thinking how fit she looked, how her body moved like she’d been waiting for this too. It was passionate and romantic and messy in the best way, the kind of afternoon that stays with you.