The day was tedious…dragging minute by minute…
She was already distracted by the thought of their last tryst. It was completely happenstance that they ran into each other in the seldom used stairwell of their office building. It must have been mutual understanding; when their eyes met, pupils dilated. With little more than a scan of the upper and lower staircases, he pulled her into a corner and kissed her ferociously. She met his onslaught with equal vigor, gripping his crisp button-down in her fists as their tongues entwined.
He ran his hands down her back and cupped her firm ass in his hands before they heard a door click open above them. Startled, but smirking with knowing naughtiness, they smoothed their hair and clothes and went separately, without a word. She knew she would see him again. They were friends outside of work; they’d engaged in innocent flirtation here and there, but only acted that one time…
Now, she thought, should be the day. She sent him a quick text… “stairs…5”
No sooner than she arrived at their spot did he appear. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bottom most stairwell, where there was a generous space underneath in which no one could be seen from the doors on either side of the hall.
Feeling the rush of nervous excitement and the telltale clenching of the muscles between her legs, she knew the possibilities of this encounter would be too sweet. He pulled her into the dark crevice and pressed her front against the wall; she reached out and braced her hands on the cold cement brick. The warmth against her back made her yearn for him. She arched into his groin, feeling his arousal through thin khaki.
His hands traveled around the waistband of her pants, and un-slipped the hook closure, sliding his hand quickly into her lace panties.
She stifled a gasp as he whispered “oh my god, you’re so wet… you feel so good.” His fingers traversed the smooth, wet curves of her womanhood, entering her with 2 fingers as he wrapped his other hand over her mouth.
It felt so forbidden, but oh so good. The adrenaline compounded with his skillful circling motions sent her over the edge. She could fuck him, right here in the stairwell and not give a damn. Of course there was no time for that…surely their 15 minutes was nearly up. She felt herself edging on the brink of orgasm. He kissed the soft spot behind her ear and bit gently into her neck. His hand slipped from her mouth and found the low neckline of her shirt. Gruffly, he reached into her bra and caressed her breast, feeling her nipple harden in his palm. He let out a soft groan as he flexed his hips into her backside, working with the motion of his fingers sliding in and out.
As he tugged her nipple she came. Every muscle inside her clenched and flexed around him, dreaming of his member thrusting into her. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as her head rocked back onto his shoulder.
Looking down at his hand as he withdrew it, she glimpsed at his watch, noticing they only had 2 minutes left before they were each expected back to their respective areas. She re-clasped her pants and wiped the wrinkles and dust from her shirt. She turned quickly, looking from his still prominent erection to his eyes, biting her lip mischievously. Grabbing him in one hand, she leaned close to kiss him on the cheek, and whispered “I’ve got you next time.”
Next time. Oh, there would be a next time.
With a wink, she exited, leaving him to compose himself while she imagined their next encounter.
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