I Lost Control At The Office Party

It was my office's annual holiday party. I had been struggling in grad school and wasn't in a good headspace that night. My spouse doesn’t know much about the details of my life right now, only that I’ve taken time off to reassess everything. I couldn’t get my ex out of my mind, how he used to touch me so intimately at parties like this one. He's not invited anymore but seeing everyone else coupling up made something inside me break loose. I started drinking heavily and ended up in a back room with an older colleague, Sarah, who’s in her forties. She had this knowing look about her as if she could see into my soul, or maybe just saw how desperate I was for release. We were both pretty wasted by then and the moment seemed right to blur all the lines. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, tasting the champagne on her tongue. Our hands wandered down each other's bodies until they reached our private parts. Her fingers slipped inside me, causing a shiver of pleasure mixed with fear that I might cross some invisible line with my spouse back home. But there was no turning back once she undid my pants and positioned herself above me. She guided her slick entrance onto my hard member and we began to move together in the cramped space. The friction, the heat, the scent of sweat, every sensation became heightened as I moved inside her. She rode me with a wild abandon that mirrored how I had lost myself into him years ago. Each thrust drove us closer to our climaxes until we were gasping for air and clinging onto each other, trying to hold back the world around us.