Meet Me In The Stockroom

Several years in the past, I initiated a close relationship with a colleague. Our talks became more prolonged and mingled with continuous flirtation. Eventually, on my special day she messaged clandestinely, insinuating there was a distinct surprise awaiting me. Upon reaching my birthday, she eagerly rendezvoused with me post-work hours. Urged by desire, she proceeded to remove our clothing, whispering sultry fantasizes and ushering fervent clutches into my ear. Admittedly inexperienced, her passionate advances set me aglow with anticipation. Utilizing a reserved growl, she gently coerced me into the bed, securing my member into her snug passage. Our intimate dance stuttered slowly before increasing fervor; rapturous sounds mingled with shared passion enveloped us for an indistinct timespan, culminating in her delight upon my chest. Salaciously sampling the remnants, she leered into my ear nonchalantly,a memorable final whisper 'Happy Birthday.'