I never imagined that my life would take such a tantalizing turn when I started my internship at a leading fashion design house. At 22, I was eager to immerse myself in the creative world of fabrics and styles, but I certainly didn’t expect to become entangled with Sebastian, the house’s renowned 45-year-old head designer.
From the moment I set eyes on him, I was captivated. Sebastian exuded an aura of creativity and passion, his sharp features and intense gaze often hidden behind designer glasses. His suits were tailored to perfection, and his confidence filled the room. Despite the age gap, I felt a strong pull towards him that I couldn’t ignore.
As an intern, I often found myself running errands for Sebastian, whether it was fetching fabric samples or assisting with last-minute adjustments on garments. Our interactions were always professional, but there was an underlying tension that sparked between us. I caught him looking at me on more than one occasion, and I knew my attraction to him was evident in my flushed cheeks and nervous glances.
One late night, as we were preparing for a major fashion showcase, I found myself alone in the studio with Sebastian. The rest of the team had called it a night, leaving us to put the final touches on the collection. The atmosphere was electric, and as we worked side by side, our conversations drifted from fabric choices to our personal lives.
“You have a unique sense of style, Alex,” Sebastian commented, his eyes glinting with appreciation as I adjusted a jacket on a mannequin. “It’s not just your talent with clothing, but the way you carry yourself. It’s intriguing.”
I felt my heart racing as his words washed over me. “Thank you, Sebastian,” I replied, my voice a little hoarse. “That means a lot, especially coming from you.”
As we continued to work, the air grew thicker with anticipation. I couldn’t deny the attraction any longer, and I sensed that Sebastian felt the same. Our movements became more deliberate, our bodies brushing against each other as we moved around the studio.
Finally, Sebastian stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. “Alex, I—” he started, his voice trailing off as if he were searching for the right words.
I didn’t let him finish. I took a bold step forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips gently against his. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but the spark was undeniable.
Sebastian responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, our bodies pressing together, our desire igniting like a wildfire. I could feel his hardness against me, and I knew he could feel mine.
Breathless, Sebastian guided me towards his private office within the studio. The room was filled with sketches, fabric swatches, and mood boards, a testament to his creative genius. He shut the door behind us, ensuring our privacy.
With slow, deliberate movements, Sebastian began to undress me, his hands gentle but sure. He removed my jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, and slid my pants down my legs. I stood before him, naked and vulnerable, my body trembling with anticipation.
Sebastian’s hands explored my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, his lips trailing lower until he reached my chest. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until I was gasping and moaning with pleasure.
As he continued his exploration, I reached down and grasped his hard cock, feeling its thickness in my hand. Sebastian groaned, his breath quickening as I stroked him. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me.
Sebastian didn’t need words to understand my desire. He positioned himself behind me, his body pressing against mine. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and I bit my lip, anticipation and excitement coursing through me.
With a gentle thrust, Sebastian entered me, filling me completely. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as he began to move slowly, deliberately. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself opening up to him, my body welcoming his.
Sebastian’s hands roamed my body, touching, caressing, driving me wild with pleasure. His pace quickened, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered how good I felt. I urged him on, wanting more, needing more.
The pleasure built and built until I couldn’t contain it any longer. I cried out, my body shaking as I reached my climax, my release spraying onto the floor. Sebastian continued to thrust into me, his own orgasm building. With one final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering against mine.
We stood there, joined together, our hearts pounding in unison. As we caught our breath, Sebastian pulled out of me, and we began to dress, the silence between us filled with unspoken words.
In the soft light of the studio, we shared a secret smile, knowing that what had just transpired was something extraordinary. Something we would both remember forever.
As I left the studio that night, my body still buzzing with pleasure, I knew that my life had changed irrevocably. I had experienced something forbidden and exhilarating with Sebastian, and I knew that no matter what happened next, this memory would stay with me forever.
That night marked the beginning of a secret and passionate affair, one that I knew could have consequences, but it was a risk I was willing to take.