Realtor Office Sex: Exclusive Must-Have Fantasy

So, realtor office sex—I still can’t believe it actually happened, and honestly, I’ve been dying to tell you. It was one of those slow Tuesday afternoons where the office was basically empty, just me and her pretending to review closing papers on that big mahogany desk. She had on these sheer stockings that kept brushing against my leg every time she leaned over to point at some clause, and the air just got thicker. One minute we’re laughing about some ridiculous listing photo, the next her blouse is unbuttoned and I’m lifting her onto the edge of the desk, papers scattering everywhere. We started slow, missionary on that cold surface, her heels still on, digging into my back, and I could feel every breath she took against my neck. Then she pushed me back into the chair and climbed on top, cowgirl, riding me while the blinds threw these striped shadows across her skin, and she kept whispering how long she’d wanted this. I bent her over the desk after that, doggystyle, gripping her hips, watching the whole thing in the reflection of the dark computer monitor. When I finally pulled out, she knelt down and finished me off with a facial, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand and laughing like we’d just gotten away with something huge. We never did finish those papers.