My First Real Hookup at Work

I'm not sure how it happened exactly, maybe the way we exchanged flirting smiles every morning, or perhaps that lingering eye contact over coffee orders, but one night after closing at the café, I found myself alone with Alex behind the counter. The usual buzz of our conversations had turned into playful whispers as we cleaned up together. It was clear both of us wanted more than just friendly chats. I took a deep breath and said, 'Alex... can I ask you something?' He looked at me, those green eyes piercing through the dim light of the café. 'Of course,' he whispered back. Without another word, I guided him towards the break room where no one else could see us. The moment our lips met, it was like a spark ignited between us. Our hands moved urgently, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound hunger. Before long, we were on top of the coffee machine in the back corner, clothes discarded carelessly around us. Alex entered me slowly at first, his eyes never leaving mine as I wrapped my legs tightly around him, holding him close. It was raw and intense, every inch of skin buzzing with electricity. We moved together feverishly, lost in the rhythm until we both climaxed, collapsing against each other afterward.