Coworkers Crossing The Line

On a drizzly afternoon in Addis Ababa, Safiya, an alluring Ethiopian beauty, worked alongside her married coworker, Amare, at an upscale office. The steady patter of rain outside created an intimate atmosphere, fuelling the forbidden lust between them. As lunch break approached, Safiya could hardly contain her anticipation.

Once the hour struck, Safiya made her way to the parking lot, her curly, dark hair clinging to her shoulders. Amare followed eagerly, the bulge in his trousers evident. They reached Safiya’s sleek sedan, and without a word, she slid onto the passenger seat, inviting him to join her.

The moment the door closed, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Amare’s hands found hers, and he pulled her into a deep, tongue-laden kiss. Safiya’s body molded against his, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The air inside the car grew thick with desire.

Amare’s hands roamed her curves, cupping her ample rear as he guided her onto his lap. Safiya straddled him, her hips grinding against the hardness straining against his pants. They broke for air, breathing heavily.

“Safiya, I can’t resist you,” Amare whispered, his voice husky with need. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, the fabric falling like silk to reveal her coffee-hued skin and lacy bra.

Safiya leaned in, her lips tracing a fiery path down Amare’s neck as she tugged his shirt open. Buttons scattered across the console as his chest heaved with anticipation. Her deft fingers unfastened his belt, and together they pushed his slacks and boxers down, freeing his erection.

With a sultry moan, Safiya wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Amare gripped her hips, urging her closer. She positioned herself, and with a swift downward motion, took him inside her dripping heat.

Their moans mingled as Safiya began to ride him, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing length. Amare thrust up to meet her, his hands roaming her body, thumbing her hardening nipples. The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against leather filled the car as they lost themselves in the torrent of pleasure.

Raindrops pattering on the roof seemed to synchronize with their escalating pace. Amare pulled Safiya down for another searing kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as he neared the brink. Safiya’s climax built, her movements growing frantic.

With a guttural groan, Amare surged into her one final time, flooding her with his essence. Safiya’s body trembled, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she found release.

Panting and sated, they clung to each other, basking in the afterglow. In the quiet aftermath, Amare whispered, “I’m addicted to you, Safiya.” She smiled, tracing his lips with her finger. “Then let’s make this addiction a long-term arrangement.”