I don’t know how the fuck it happened. But let me tell you what happened. I’m Janet, 28 years old, and it was just another mundane Tuesday at the office. Or so I thought.I was at the copier, bent over, trying to unjam a stubborn piece of paper that had decided to wage war against me. My skirt hugged my hips a little tighter than usual, and I could feel the fabric shift as I leaned forward. The machine beeped angrily, and I muttered under my breath, “Come on, you piece of junk.”That’s when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t think much of it—people were always walking by. But then I felt it. A brush, so light it could’ve been accidental, but unmistakable. His cock, not even fully pressed, just grazing against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt.My breath hitched. My body froze, but my mind raced. Was that…? Did he just…? Daniel—quiet, polite Daniel—muttered a quick, flustered “Sorry,” and kept walking like nothing had happened. But something had happened. I stood there for a few seconds, pretending to fiddle with the paper jam, but my thighs squeezed together instinctively. My skin felt hot, like a flush had spread from my cheeks down to my chest. My brain kept replaying that brief moment over and over, the way his body had brushed against mine, the way it had felt so… intentional, even if it wasn’t.Back at my desk, I couldn’t concentrate. My chair suddenly felt too warm, and my fingers hovered over my keyboard without typing anything. I kept glancing over to where Daniel was sitting, acting normal. But I wasn’t. My panties were fucking wet. I shifted in my seat, my legs crossing tighter, then opening again. Every brush of my thighs reminded me of that contact, that fleeting moment that had set my body on fire.It wasn’t even anything. Just a moment. But now I wanted more.I caught myself staring at him as he walked across the office. His slacks clung to him in a way I’d never noticed before, and I could see the outline of his cock, thick and heavy, pressing against the fabric. My breath quickened, and I had to look away before anyone noticed. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him.The rest of the day dragged on, every minute feeling like an eternity. My mind kept wandering back to that moment at the copier, and I found myself imagining what might have happened if he hadn’t walked away. If he’d stayed. If he’d pressed closer. My thighs clenched again, and I bit my lip to stifle a soft moan.By the time the clock hit 5:00 PM, I was a mess. I packed up my things quickly, desperate to get out of there before I did something stupid. But as I headed for the elevator, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and there he was—Daniel, looking as calm and composed as ever.“Hey, Janet,” he said, his voice smooth and steady. “Heading out?”I nodded, trying to keep my voice even. “Yeah, long day.”He stepped into the elevator with me, and the doors closed behind us. The space felt smaller than usual, the air thicker. I could feel his presence beside me, his body so close I could almost feel the heat radiating off him. My heart pounded in my chest, and I gripped my bag tighter to keep my hands from trembling.The elevator ride was silent, but the tension between us was palpable. I could feel his eyes on me, and when I glanced up, our gazes locked. His eyes were dark, intense, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.When the doors opened on the ground floor, he held them open for me with a small smile. “After you.”I stepped out, but instead of heading for the exit, he followed me. “Do you… need a ride or something?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He shook his head. “No, I just… wanted to talk to you.”My stomach flipped. “About what?”He hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer. “About earlier. At the copier.”My cheeks burned, and I looked away. “Oh. That.”“I didn’t mean to… I mean, it was an accident, but…” He trailed off, his voice low and husky. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”My heart skipped a beat. “Me neither.”He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. “Janet,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “What if it wasn’t an accident?”I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes were filled with something raw, something hungry, and I felt myself leaning in without even realizing it. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lower lip, and I shivered.“Daniel,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you doing?”“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he said, his lips inches from mine.And then he kissed me.It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for far too long. His lips moved against mine with a urgency that made my knees weak, and I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his kiss.His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his cock hard against my stomach, and the sensation sent a wave of heat straight to my core. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.We broke apart for air, both of us breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against me. “Janet,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I need you.”I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. Instead, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairwell. The door slammed shut behind us, and he pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine again. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough of me.My skirt was hiked up around my waist, and his fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing me with the promise of more. I gasped into his mouth, my hips arching toward him instinctively. “Daniel,” I breathed, my voice shaking. “Please…”He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. “Are you sure?”I nodded, unable to form words. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, and I moaned softly as he touched me for the first time. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me that made my legs tremble.But then he stopped.“Not here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Let’s go somewhere… private.”I nodded again, my heart racing as he took my hand and led me out of the stairwell. The office was empty now, the halls quiet as we made our way to the parking garage. His car was parked in a secluded corner, and he opened the passenger door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat.The engine roared to life, and he glanced over at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Your place or mine?”

Janet, a 28-year-old office worker, experiences an unexpected and brief intimate encounter with her coworker Daniel at the office copier. Later, they share a passionate kiss in the elevator and then retreat to the stairwell, where Daniel touches Janet intimately. They then decide to leave the office to go to a more private location.

I don’t know how the fuck it happened. But let me tell you what happened. I’m Janet, 28 years old, and it was just another mundane Tuesday at the office. Or so I thought.

I was at the copier, bent over, trying to unjam a stubborn piece of paper that had decided to wage war against me. My skirt hugged my hips a little tighter than usual, and I could feel the fabric shift as I leaned forward. The machine beeped angrily, and I muttered under my breath, “Come on, you piece of junk.”

That’s when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t think much of it—people were always walking by. But then I felt it. A brush, so light it could’ve been accidental, but unmistakable. His cock, not even fully pressed, just grazing against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt.

My breath hitched. My body froze, but my mind raced. _Was that…? Did he just…?_ 

Daniel—quiet, polite Daniel—muttered a quick, flustered “Sorry,” and kept walking like nothing had happened. But something *had* happened. I stood there for a few seconds, pretending to fiddle with the paper jam, but my thighs squeezed together instinctively. My skin felt hot, like a flush had spread from my cheeks down to my chest. My brain kept replaying that brief moment over and over, the way his body had brushed against mine, the way it had felt so… intentional, even if it wasn’t.

Back at my desk, I couldn’t concentrate. My chair suddenly felt too warm, and my fingers hovered over my keyboard without typing anything. I kept glancing over to where Daniel was sitting, acting normal. But I wasn’t. My panties were fucking wet. I shifted in my seat, my legs crossing tighter, then opening again. Every brush of my thighs reminded me of that contact, that fleeting moment that had set my body on fire.

It wasn’t even anything. Just a moment. But now I wanted more.

I caught myself staring at him as he walked across the office. His slacks clung to him in a way I’d never noticed before, and I could see the outline of his cock, thick and heavy, pressing against the fabric. My breath quickened, and I had to look away before anyone noticed. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him.

The rest of the day dragged on, every minute feeling like an eternity. My mind kept wandering back to that moment at the copier, and I found myself imagining what might have happened if he hadn’t walked away. If he’d stayed. If he’d pressed closer. My thighs clenched again, and I bit my lip to stifle a soft moan.

By the time the clock hit 5:00 PM, I was a mess. I packed up my things quickly, desperate to get out of there before I did something stupid. But as I headed for the elevator, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and there he was—Daniel, looking as calm and composed as ever.

“Hey, Janet,” he said, his voice smooth and steady. “Heading out?”

I nodded, trying to keep my voice even. “Yeah, long day.”

He stepped into the elevator with me, and the doors closed behind us. The space felt smaller than usual, the air thicker. I could feel his presence beside me, his body so close I could almost feel the heat radiating off him. My heart pounded in my chest, and I gripped my bag tighter to keep my hands from trembling.

The elevator ride was silent, but the tension between us was palpable. I could feel his eyes on me, and when I glanced up, our gazes locked. His eyes were dark, intense, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

When the doors opened on the ground floor, he held them open for me with a small smile. “After you.”

I stepped out, but instead of heading for the exit, he followed me. “Do you… need a ride or something?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. “No, I just… wanted to talk to you.”

My stomach flipped. “About what?”

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer. “About earlier. At the copier.”

My cheeks burned, and I looked away. “Oh. That.”

“I didn’t mean to… I mean, it was an accident, but…” He trailed off, his voice low and husky. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Me neither.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. “Janet,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “What if it wasn’t an accident?”

I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes were filled with something raw, something hungry, and I felt myself leaning in without even realizing it. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lower lip, and I shivered.

“Daniel,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he said, his lips inches from mine.

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for far too long. His lips moved against mine with a urgency that made my knees weak, and I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his kiss.

His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his cock hard against my stomach, and the sensation sent a wave of heat straight to my core. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

We broke apart for air, both of us breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against me. “Janet,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I need you.”

I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. Instead, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairwell. The door slammed shut behind us, and he pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine again. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

My skirt was hiked up around my waist, and his fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing me with the promise of more. I gasped into his mouth, my hips arching toward him instinctively. “Daniel,” I breathed, my voice shaking. “Please…”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, unable to form words. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, and I moaned softly as he touched me for the first time. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me that made my legs tremble.

But then he stopped.

“Not here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Let’s go somewhere… private.”

I nodded again, my heart racing as he took my hand and led me out of the stairwell. The office was empty now, the halls quiet as we made our way to the parking garage. His car was parked in a secluded corner, and he opened the passenger door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat.

The engine roared to life, and he glanced over at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Your place or mine?”

A chance encounter at the office copier sparks a sudden and intense attraction between Janet and Daniel, leading to a whirlwind of unspoken desires and a passionate encounter in a secluded parking garage. The narrative explores themes of unexpected lust, office romance, and the consequences of giving in to impulsive desires.

His cock rubbed on my ass and I got wet thinking about it

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