After parking his car, Adam felt a slight excitement. Not without reason, either one could say he was arriving for a date. Working as a software programmer for a large company, he occasionally took on private jobs in the evenings.
This time, he had come to install an update for a small business that sold plumbing and water supply fittings. Eve, the firm's chief and only accountant, had asked him to install the latest update and take care of a few minor issues.
Making his way through the showroom, crowded with displays of fittings, nuts, taps and other hardware, Adam knocked on the accounting office door. Eve had already been expecting him.
He had known her for nearly two years. She was an attractive, slender young woman who
looked to be about twenty-five, though who really knew her age? Cheerful, lively, and slightly sharp-tongued with a touch of irony that only added to her charm. They had long maintained a friendly relationship, but recently something had changed.
They regularly chatted on Facebook, sometimes discussing the software, other times simply
talking about life. About six weeks earlier, a conversation about relationships between men and women had come up by chance. Until then, the topic had never really arisen. In a reflective mood, Adam had shared some stories from his thirty-three years of life and his experience of an unsuccessful marriage, complaining that he had little luck with women. Eve had sympathetically listened to his troubles, and naturally the conversation had drifted towards sex.
Eve spoke about some of her friends' experiences and, becoming increasingly talkative,
mentioned a few mischievous adventures with her husband, as she put it.
From then on, their conversations became remarkably open. They exchanged a few fantasies about what might happen if the two of them happened to find themselves together in one place or another.
In a moment of candour, she sent him a link to a website where she and her husband occasionally posted photographs of her wearing a mask and a wig nude, though still somewhat anonymous.
Adam spent many pleasant moments admiring photographs of her breasts, her bottom and her slender legs, enthusiastically praising her beauty and boldness while asking countless questions.
Eve gradually became more daring and sometimes sent him unmasked photographs from what she jokingly called the family archive. However, during all that time, they had not actually met in person; there had simply been no occasion.
After greeting Eve and complimenting her appearance, Adam sat down at the computer and began his work. She settled into a chair opposite him.
The office was small and narrow, roughly two metres by four. The distance between them was minimal, creating what Adam felt was an almost intimate atmosphere.
Relaxing from his tiring drive through the sweltering city in the cool comfort of the office, Adam prepared the software for the update while exchanging casual remarks with Eve.
After sitting with him for a while, Eve went to the kitchen to fetch coffee, locking the door behind her. The office had its own staff kitchen. Adam was pleased to notice that the noise of the working day faded behind the closed door. Eve's office door was always kept shut, whether she was inside or not, to keep out restless customers who had a habit of barging through any door they could find, as though the products displayed in the showroom were not enough for them.
The lock clicked, and Eve returned carrying two cups of coffee. One of the employees caught up with her.
"Ms Eve, we're all heading off. We'll lock the front door. See you tomorrow."
"All right, see you tomorrow."
And so Adam and Eve found themselves alone in the empty office.
At last, having started the processing and taken a sip of coffee, Adam allowed himself to admire Eve sitting opposite him, imagining beneath her light summer dress the enticing curves he knew so well from the photographs she had sent. With a slight thrill, he noticed a glimpse of white underwear peeking out from beneath her short skirt.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked shyly.
"I'm admiring your figure," he replied. "And recalling certain details hidden beneath your clothes.
Judging by the photographs, I must say, those details are rather tempting."
"Photographs are one thing, but reality may be quite different," she teased in her usual manner.
"From what I can see at the moment, some things look exactly the same as in the photos."
"Such as?"
"Such as your little white knickers. Are they the same ones as in the picture? Thongs?"
On one of the photographs Eve had been wearing tiny white thong panties. "You were leaning forward so provocatively, showing off that lovely bum of yours."
"Adam! You're a pervert!" she exclaimed with mock indignation, widening her eyes dramatically, though she made no effort to close her legs. "Instead of telling me to straighten my skirt, you're sitting there staring. What do you call that? You ought to get married again or find yourself a girlfriend instead of looking at photographs."
"No, no. I've already been through marriage. Once you marry, sex seems to disappear. And as for girlfriends..." he sighed. "Compared with you, they all seem rather dull. So I'm looking for someone like you."
"Really now? Every single one?" Eve smiled, clearly pleased by the compliment. "And what
exactly are you getting from that tiny piece of white fabric?"
"You're absolutely right," he sighed dramatically. "Almost nothing. I can't even tell whether
they're the same knickers or not."
"As though you'd know the difference. Knickers are knickers."
"I'm fairly sure I could, if I saw a little more of them," Adam answered enthusiastically.
"Perhaps you'd take pity on a poor programmer and raise your skirt a bit? I've already seen those knickers or ones like them in the photographs, after all."
Eve studied him carefully. Then she smiled and lifted the edge of her skirt slightly, revealing the white triangle of her underwear.
Adam had not expected victory to come so easily and almost let out a breath of excitement. Sitting there with her skirt raised, Eve looked irresistibly alluring. He could barely make out the outline beneath the delicate fabric.
"Ah, I still can't tell whether they're the same ones," he said, trying to sound genuinely
disappointed. "The ones in the picture had a little bow on the waistband."
"Adam, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, but these aren't the same knickers," Eve replied with a
mischievous smile, spreading her hands.
"That's only your word, and words are just words. I'd like to verify that personally. Otherwise, I shan't sleep at night because of your false modesty."
"Words, you say? Fine, have a look."
She rose from her chair, walked over to the door, and lifted her skirt all the way to her waist.
Smiling at the stunned expression on Adam's face, she slowly turned around, showing him the narrow white strip disappearing between her cheeks.
"See? There is a bow, but the elastic's blue. The others, I think, had white elastic," Eve said,
bringing him out of his daze as she lowered her skirt again. "So if I say so, that's how it is. I don't throw words to the wind."
Still captivated by the image he had just seen, Adam remained silent, unsure what to say. Then an idea struck him.
"You're right," he finally replied. "But your remarks about words have given me an idea. I
actually have a present for you. Something very much on the same theme. It's the twenty-first century, after all, and there are technologies nowadays that prove words can mean a great deal."
He had indeed bought the gift on an impulse, inspired by one of the latest photographs she had sent. But it was a rather unusual gift, and he had had no idea how to present such a thing to a woman he only knew casually. Still, he'd wanted to.
"What sort of present? What technologies? Show me!" Eve asked immediately, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"Promise you won't be offended," Adam said cautiously, still unsure whether he should give
such a gift, slowly taking a small box from his bag.
"I promise, I promise," Eve replied impatiently, opening the package. "Oh! What's this?"
"What is it?"
"A revolutionary, innovative device... award-winning and all that. A woman's best friend, in
short."
"Adam, it's simply a remote-controlled vibrator. A pretty and unusual one, perhaps, but still just a vibrator. You've made it sound far grander than it is." Eve looked at him in confusion and shook her head reproachfully, placing the device aside with a hint of disappointment.
"And what does that have to do with all your talk about words?"
"That's the whole point. It's not just a vibrator. It's fundamentally different from anything you've seen before. It would take too long to explain easier to demonstrate," he replied in a professorial tone, before adding reluctantly, "assuming you're not afraid."
He reached over and switched the device on.
Picking it up again, Eve examined it thoughtfully in her hands and looked suspiciously at her would-be tempter.
"I'm not afraid. Why should I be? But listen, Adam, if you're deceiving me, I'll never forgive you. Turn around."
A minute later she allowed him to face her again. Standing before him with her hands on her hips, she asked:
"Well then?"
Adam took the controller from the box, switched it on and held it close to his mouth.
"Eve, you're the most beautiful and fascinating woman I've ever met. Ever since I got to know you better, I haven't been able to find peace, such an impression have you made on me."
At his very first words, Eve let out a startled gasp and bent forward, instinctively reaching down with her hands. She tried to straighten herself again, but every word spoken by Adam made her shiver and gasp, forcing her to squeeze her legs together. Each word seemed to strike her like a sharp impulse, passing through her body and instantly stirring her senses.
When he had finished his short declaration, Adam played an audio file on his phone. His own voice began reciting poetry naturally, love poems slowly and clearly. He could have chosen club music, but poetry seemed more fitting.
Eve was completely confused. She stood, holding on to the wall with one hand, tears welled up in her eyes. Her other hand covered her pubic area, mercilessly crumpling her skirt. From her half-open mouth, chaotic cries escaped.
"Adam! Oh! Adam! Good Lord! Oh, God! Adam, stop! Please, stop! Adaaam!"
Where had the mocking, self-confident beauty gone? In front of him stood a helpless girl,
excited to the limit, forgetting about everything in the world, dreaming only of one thing, with whom he could do anything he wanted right now.
Adam got up from the table, took a step towards Elena, and unzipped his jeans. Taking out his erect penis, he began to jerk it off, watching her writhe in front of him. Seeing what he was doing, she gasped and, shuddering and trembling with excitement, did not take her eyes off the man's fingers, which were shamelessly caressing his penis next to her.
He stopped for a short time. Leaving his erect penis alone, Adam unbuttoned Eve’s blouse and opened it. She hesitantly tried to stop him, denying and pleading with dry lips, but he did not stop.
Unbuttoning the straps and unfastening the clasp, he freed her from her bra. With pleasure he covered her small breasts with his palms, feeling with pleasure how the excited hard nipples rested. His erect penis rested against her skirt. Adam also unbuttoned her skirt, helping her fall to the floor. Now Eve was almost naked in front of him. She no longer made any attempts to resist, obeying him without resistance.
The vibrator buzzed and clicked in time with the sounds coming from the phone, arousing the girl more and more. Eve could no longer stand - her legs were bending. Picking her up in his arms, Adam laid her on the table. Placing his penis on her right breast, he began to fuck her, moving his penis between his palm and chest.
The vibrator was working, his penis was moving back and forth, the excitement was rapidly growing. At some point, Adam pulled it out and began to jerk off himself, from time to time running his wet head over the girl's stomach, cheek and neck, leaving wet spicy marks on her skin. Eve was so aroused that she no longer understood anything.
She moaned loudly, shook her head from side to side, submissively accepting everything he did to her. It seemed that every touch to her body only added to the excitement. Suddenly Adam felt that he could not stand it anymore. Taking the remote control, he switched to manual control of the vibrator, setting the most impulsive mode.
No longer holding back, with a few quick movements he brought himself to the end, and, feeling the movement of sperm through the penis canal, turned on the maximum power on the remote control.
Eve screamed, writhed on the table, dropping a cup with pencils, a stapler, a hole punch, a
telephone on the floor. At that moment, the first jet burst from the penis, splashing her on the chest and neck. A few drops reached her chin, and then a second jet shot out - weaker, and a third. Adam closed his eyes and froze, breathing heavily. Gold rings floated before his eyes. He stretched out exhausted and turned off the remote control. Below, on the table, Eve moaned and sobbed, becoming silent.
They could not move for a long time, experiencing what had happened. Finally, Adam opened his eyes and met Eve’s mocking gaze. A drop of semen glistened on her lower lip.
“You know who, after that... You dirty perverted scoundrel and seducer. You fooled my head and brazenly took advantage of me... You can't be trusted anymore!” she said with a smile.
Perhaps she would have said something more, but a short beep sounded, signaling the
program update. It turned out that only twenty-five minutes had passed, but it seemed like an eternity.
And at that very moment, Eve's phone rang.
“It's my husband!” she whispered, giving Adam scary eyes. Shaken, with drops of semen on her body, Eve grabbed the phone and quickly chattered into the receiver.
“Yes, everything is almost ready. Twenty minutes, maybe a little more. Will you wait in the parking lot? Okay. I quickly,” and hung up the phone, breathing a sigh of relief and mechanically licking her lips, licking off that drop.
“You bastard,” she said reproachfully, looking at Adam.
They got themselves in order and gathered themselves. Adam put the toy in a box and was
about to reach for his bag, but Eve stopped him.
“You said this was my gift, right?” she said, taking the box with the device.
