I Stayed Late at the Office – the New Intern Also Had Backlog to Catch Up On

I was already tired after a whole day of meetings and reports, but the deadline was chasing me, so I stayed late at the office. The lights in the corridor were dimming, and absolute silence reigned – only the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. I was 35 years old, a mid-level manager in this corporation, and my private life... well, since the divorce, I'd focused mainly on work. Suddenly, I heard the click of heels on the parquet. I looked up and saw her – the new intern, Ola, whom we'd hired a week ago. She was exactly 22 years old, as stated in her CV, fresh out of economics studies, with a cascade of chestnut hair falling over her shoulders and a figure that drew glances from all the guys in the company.

– Good evening... I mean, good evening, Mr. Marcin – she said with a slight blush on her cheeks, standing in the doorway of my office. She was wearing a tight white blouse that accentuated her full breasts, and a narrow knee-length skirt hugging her rounded hips. In her hand, she held a folder with documents.

– Hi, Ola. What brings you here at this hour? – I replied, setting aside the report and eyeing her up. For the first time, I felt that tingling in my groin, as if the air had suddenly thickened with tension.

– I have backlog from today's training. I need to catch up because presentation tomorrow. I didn't want to disturb you, but lights out in an hour...

She sat on the chair opposite, crossed her legs, and her skirt rode up a bit, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. We talked about work, but it quickly shifted to lighter topics. She told me about her studies, how she was really excited about her first job, and I shared stories from corporate life. She laughed melodiously, her eyes sparkling in the desk lamp light. I noticed how she glanced at my hands, at my shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

– You know, Mr. Marcin, I always thought bosses were such stiffs – she threw in jokingly, leaning closer. The scent of her perfume, sweet and spicy, reached me, awakening my senses.

– Keep your chin up, Ola. And besides, call me Marcin. We're alone, after hours.

I helped her with those documents, explaining Excel intricacies. Our hands accidentally touched – a spark ran between us. I was really surprised at how strongly my body reacted. She looked at me meaningfully, biting her lip.

– Thank you... You're so patient. The other guys in the office just stare at me, and you...

– And what about me? – I asked, standing up and stepping closer. She was now right next to me, her breathing quickening.

– You help. And you look... well, sexy in that shirt.

The atmosphere thickened. I turned off the overhead light, leaving only the desk lamp casting warm shadows. Ola didn't leave. Instead, she placed her hand on my shoulder.

– Maybe we take a break? – she whispered.

That was the moment the tension exploded. I kissed her gently, and she responded with passion, pressing into my arms. Her lips were soft, hot, her tongue dancing with mine. My hands roamed her back, sliding down the zipper of her skirt. It fell to the floor with a quiet hiss, revealing black thong panties and thigh-high stockings with garters.

– Ola, are you sure? – I gasped, though my body already knew the answer.

– Yes, Marcin. I've wanted you since the first day.

I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy bra hugging her firm breasts. I sucked her nipples through the lace, and she moaned softly, writhing under my touch. My fingers plunged into her wet pussy, massaging her clit. She was so wet, ready. But that was just the beginning – the backlog was waiting to be caught up.

Ola stood before me half-naked, her bare thighs glistening in the dim light, the stockings accentuating her slender legs. I gently pushed her onto the desk, sliding off her thong. She was smoothly shaved, her pussy pink and wet, smelling of arousal. I knelt, inhaling her scent, then plunged my tongue into her slit. She moaned loudly, grabbing my hair.

– Oh God, Marcin... yes, lick me harder! – she begged, spreading her legs wider.

I sucked her clit, sliding two fingers deep inside, massaging her G-spot. Her hips bucked, her juices flowing down my chin. I was really in ecstasy, tasting her for the first time. Ola writhed, her breasts heaving, nipples hard as pebbles. She came with a scream, shaking in orgasm, clenching my fingers.

– That was... incredible – she gasped, pulling me up. Her hands unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and boxers. My hard cock sprang out, thick and throbbing, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

– So big... I want to suck you – she murmured with a wild glint in her eye.

She knelt on the floor, taking me into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked deep, swallowing almost all of it, drooling profusely. She looked up at me through her lashes, I was really in seventh heaven. I held her head, gently fucking her mouth, feeling her throat.

– Ola, you're a master... Deeper!

After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back – I pulled out my cock, spurting on her breasts. Cum dripped down her cleavage, and she licked her lips, smiling lewdly.

– Not over yet – she whispered, standing and rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I sat her on the desk, spreading her legs. I slid in slowly, inch by inch. She was tight, hot, enveloping me perfectly.

– Fuck me hard, boss! – she moaned, scratching my back.

I pounded her rhythmically, the office filling with the slapping of bodies and her screams. I varied the pace, sucking her tits, biting her nipples. She writhed, cumming for the second time, clenching around me. For the first time, I felt such chemistry with someone from work. I paused, not wanting to finish too soon.

– I want you from behind – I whispered.

Ola bent over the desk, sticking out her ass. I slid into her pussy doggy-style, slapping her buttocks. Her stockings rustled with every thrust. We talked dirty, turning each other on.

– Do you like fucking interns after hours?

– Only young and horny ones like you.

The tension grew, sweat dripping down our bodies. I knew this was just the warm-up – the backlog was huge.

Ola writhed under my thrusts, her ass rippling with every impact. I pulled out my cock, wetting my finger with her juices, and gently slid it into her tight asshole. She moaned in pleasure, relaxing.

– Yes, but slowly... I love anal, but this is my first time with the boss – she whispered.

I massaged her ass with my fingers, then carefully slid in my cock. She was incredibly tight, hot. I fucked her anally slowly, speeding up, and she rubbed her pussy, screaming.

– Deeper, Marcin! Wreck my ass!

I changed position – she lay on her back on the desk, legs on my shoulders. I pounded her pussy hard, her tits bouncing. She came for the third time, squirting her juices on my balls. I was really stunned by her stamina.

– Fill me with cum! – she begged.

I sped up, feeling the approaching orgasm. I spurted deep inside her pussy, filling her with hot semen. We collapsed onto each other, panting, sweaty, and happy.

– That was... the best backlog catch-up ever – she laughed, kissing me.

– Agreed. But tomorrow we pretend nothing happened? – I asked jokingly.

– Maybe... or we repeat? – she winked.

We dressed slowly, cleaning up the mess. We exchanged numbers, promising discretion. Leaving the office, I felt reborn. For the first time in years, I had such an adventure at work. Ola, this 22-year-old goddess, turned a boring evening into an erotic feast. Backlog caught up – with interest.