Liquid Lunch

I used to work in an office where there was a strict no fraternisation policy. Not official of course as that would have been discriminatory but it was understood by everyone that you didn’t get into relationships with co-workers. Anyone who did lasted a few weeks and was then asked to leave and fired if they didn’t leave of their own accord. It was the owner’s idea of keeping everyone’s mind on the job.

What it actually did was to create a huge amount of sexual tension. On one occasion I did ask one of girls from the accounts department out for a drink but she refused, knowing that if we were caught she’d lose her job on some trumped-up misconduct charge and as it was her first job out of university she didn’t think it was worth the risk. I realised she was right and tried to avoid thinking about how much I wanted to get her into bed.

About three months after I had asked her out I was walking down a corridor at the disused end of the huge offices the company inhabited. Before computers it had been filled with staff but since the advent of automation in accounting and design (the company’s main business) it was used mainly for storing records. And old furniture.

It was lunchtime and I would occasionally slip off into one of the rooms for which I had a key (usually when I had a hangover from the night before) and take a nap on one of the old leather sofas that one of the now retired directors used to have in his huge office. The current management were more into grey desks and high fashion suits than comfortable old furniture so the room had been filled, locked and forgotten. I’d just started to drift off to sleep when I heard a key in the door and woke up with my heart beating loud in my chest. I wasn’t doing anything wrong but this was my secret and being discovered was a shock.

It was Stephanie the girl from accounts that I’d been lusting after. “Found you!” she said.

“Is someone after me?” I asked, expecting my lunch was going to be cut short by a crisis at a client that would require my attention.

“No, I was just curious to see where you hid yourself at lunch.” I sat up and she sat on the end of the sofa where my feet had been.

She was wearing a lose fitting blouse that billowed and opened a little when she moved around. The buttons were unfastened quite low so I could see her inviting boobs and a flash of her bra. I gulped a little to shift the lump in my throat.

“Now you know my secret.” I laughed nervously trying to cover my unease, caused in part by having my bolt hole found but mostly by the feeling that the filthy thoughts running through my mind were easy to read on my face.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, you know about us going out …”

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea …” I began.

“Well, I agree, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t be able to have a little fun. I mean who’d look for us getting up to no good right under their noses?” She stood and went to the door. Then locked it.
My mind raced ahead, I knew what I wanted to happen and my cock was already waking up in readiness. Stephanie sat on the sofa again unbuttoning her blouse and fully exposing a white lacy bra underneath. She tugged my tie undone and got to work on the buttons of my shirt.

“You’re in a hurry!” I said, surprised and excited by her haste.

“We’ve got about half an hour before we have to be back.”

OK, I thought practical as well as sexy. Her hair was still tied in a ponytail, I wondered if she would take it out and hoped she wouldn’t.

I could smell her now, the same distinctive perfume that I enjoyed smelling when she wafted past my desk, the smell that had attracted me to her in the first place. I looked down at her firm B-cup chest and the inviting valley between them. Probably not quite enough flesh for a good tit wank but it would be fun to rub my cock between them. She pushed her face into mine and I could taste her lipstick when her tongue began to wrestle with me.

Her hand was on my thigh, rubbing the hardness of my cock through my suit. I grabbed her boobs, one in each hand and massaged them firmly. I felt her hands grapple with my belt and flies then unsuccessfully try to pull out my cock. She stood up and said, “Get your trousers off.” I loved the direct approach. She unfastened her black trousers and pulled the waistband of her lacy panties down too so her neatly trimmed pussy was only a metre from my face. I could smell she was already wet. She sat bare-buttocked on the sofa and kicked off her shoes so she could remove her trousers and panties.

I stroked my cock while she was doing this, my fingers replaced by her slender digits as soon as she was naked from the waist down. Stephanie slid the skin of my cock up and down a few times, the foreskin sliding smoothly over the swollen head which was coated in precum. She lifted her leg across me and in so doing pinned my erect prick between her pussy and my stomach.

She kissed me again and wriggled against me, rubbing her wetness on me and pressing her boobs onto my chest. I took control and lifted her up under her arms. She didn’t need more encouragement, lifting herself up and positioning the opening of her pussy to accept my cock. She lowered herself down, stopping just after the head of my cock entered her to adjust the angle of her hips. Her cunt slid down my shaft, it was a satisfyingly tight fit. She was no virgin but her pussy fitted me like a hot, tight, wet glove.

Stephanie raised herself up and down and each time she lowered herself onto my cock I felt my balls tighten a little more until they were almost painfully tense. I pushed up the cups of her bra to reveal her tiny dark nipples and licked the hard buttons each in turn. After several minutes and even with me helping with her efforts by placing my hands under her buttock to lift her Stephanie was exhausted. The warmth of the room and awkwardness of the position thwarting her efforts to make herself cum.

I pushed her off of my cock and told her to lean over the arm of the couch. She did so presenting a pair of buttocks waiting to be parted. I was staring at two holes, a swollen red slit that I had just been engulfed in and a puckered light brown hole the was wet with her cunt juices but looked so tight and virginal. It begged to be filled. I resisted and guided myself between her puffy labia where I started to fuck her with long, slow stroked. I placed a thumb against her wet, tight asshole and rubbed gently. She flinched, clenching until my soothing circular rubbing and motion of my cock within her helped her relax.

She had been quiet so far, conscious of the danger we would be heard if anyone wandered down the normally deserted corridor. She started to moan and push back against me. She gasped and looking down I realised the tip of my thumb had disappeared into her anus. She squoze it tight and I could feel her shudder.

I knew I wouldn’t last long so was glad that she started to tell me how she wanted to cum, how she wanted me to do it harder and harder. So I obliged.

She stifled her screams, lips tightly pursed, only emitting tiny yelps until finally I heard a long moan and felt her pussy tense around me. I buried myself deep inside her and ground against her buttocks. My hands gripped her shoulders pulling her back towards me and I came with each pumping jet of cum accompanied by its own guttural growl.

We slid onto the couch, Stephanie slumped across me and enjoyed the feeling of my cum mixed with hers oozing from her pussy onto my leg. She checked her watch, “Shit we need to get back!” and sprung up to get dressed. “My panties are going to be soaked in your cum by the time I get home.” And she smiled at me.

“Do you have something to clean this up?” I asked, hoping for a tissue to mop up the glistening pool of cum from my leg.

“Ooh, lunch!” grinned Stephanie. She knelt down and slowly lapped up the sticky liquid.