Although he cautioned me to not trying anything with him, his fingers found themselves at my nipples. He pinched my already hard nipples, causing me to suck in my breath. In between kneading and playing with my breasts, he pulled me closer, urging me to be silent.
At number 6 the bell dinged, reminding us where we were and causing us to break away from each other. breathing heavily, we both exited the elevator in a rush.
Three office women had decided to take a break from sedentary IT jobs at 5 pm and go walking that very Thursday. We got hot and heavy just behind them, separated by a half constructed concrete wall.
in between giggles and shushes and moans, I pushed him against the wall. Gripping my pant by the belt buckles, he pulled me close.
“Hey, don’t pull me by my pants-” I started in protest – I could never complete that sentence nor do I remember what I intended to say.
His lips were on mine. Coffee, that’s exactly what he tasted like. I melted in that deep dark brown deliciousness as his hands roamed my curvy butt. I pulled him closer by his hair and he responded with a playful bite on my lips.
We heard voices approaching and we pulled apart. “pink suits you, A” I said in a fit of laughter.
Momentarily confused, he looked at me with his big doe like eyes and I gestured to his lips which were smeared pink by my fuchsia lipstick. He managed to wash off the lipstick stains off his collar and neck before heading home to his wife.
MONDAY : GOING commando
In preparation for his return back to office, I decided to give him a naughty welcome by turning up to office butt naked under my work clothes. We met in 6th floor before work.
I dressed with extra care that day, wearing full black. A long black kurta, with a black dupatta to hide an inadvertent nipple related surprises, no thanks to the cold AC of the office or my incredibly sexy boss. I work blank spandex leggings that perfectly accentuated the curves of my butt, my rather well-fleshed thighs and shapely calves. He was waiting for me when I arrived to our secret meeting place and he wasted no time in grabbing me by my waist and pulling me towards him.
”I missed you” he said, as he yanked my head back, pulling on my hair as he trailed kisses on my neck.
”No hickeys.” I said in between moans. He growled in pleasure as he continued to make his mark on my neck, leaving behind a pinkish-red golf ball sized hickey.
As his hands slid down my back to my butt, he gasped in shock as he realised there was nothing under my pants. In excitement, his long arms reached my pussy. You have to understand that there is a significant difference in height between us as he is 6 ft and I am around 5 ft 3 in. I stood on tip toes as he bent forward as he found my wetness with his fingers. Without even waiting a beat, he inserted 2 fingers into my pussy, I bit on his ear lobe in ecstasy as I moaned his name in throes of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy hit me as he continues to finger me faster and harder until I couldn’t stand straight on my two feet. Realising this, in one swift motion, he picked me up as effortlessly like he would a feather, pushed me up against the wall and continued to fuck me with his fingers until I was screaming in pleasure and his name was echoing through the deserted stairwell.
I went to work, completely satiated and with a big hickey on my neck, which my co-workers assumed to be an allergic reaction.
TUESDAY
We met at our usual spot, the 6th floor stairwell – hidden from view of the large IT park. it was just yesterday, I decided to go commando and surprise him. Memories of my wetness and the delicious smell of my pussy still lingered on in the empty stairwell.
I sat waiting for him to come, wearing a tight white blouse that accentuated my full bosom, tapering down to my narrow waist where my blue skirt filled my full hips. The white top, stretched so tight across my breasts that my red and black lace bra was visible.
Sitting there, thinking about yesterdays escapades had me getting wet which was when I had an idea. I fingered myself, sitting on that dirty stairwell, moaning and sighing in pleasure as I slid a finger into my deep dark wetness leaving my red silk lace panties absolutely soaked. I curled my toes in excitement as I heightened the pace with my index finger and played with clitoris. I slipped out of my panties and waited in anticipation.
A put his head through the stairwell and grinned a good morning. I pulled him in by his belt closer to wish him a good fucking morning and I slid my panties in his pant pocket. Engrossed in the make out session and the fact that a girl was grinding up on him, he remained oblivious to the fact that my wet panties were in his pocket.
We went back to office after a steamy make out session, wanting for more but the place restricting us. we went our separate ways and I headed to his cabin to report to work for the day.
“Hey, A. good morning. Did you get a chance to check your pockets?”
His eyes widened in sweet surprise as he put his hand in his right pocket.
“oh my god, its wet!” He said, putting his finger to his nose to smell me.
“Now, I don’t know whether to wrap this on my cock or put it on my face”. he said emboldened.
Surprised by his sudden comment, I found myself at a loss for words and felt blood rush up to my cheeks. I felt the wetness leaking.
“I can smell you from here” A said from across the table. “come sit next to me.”
I rolled my chair to sit beside him and we peered into an empty computer screen, pretending to be engrossed in work while actually A had slid his foot up my skirt. He had made his way halfway across my calf when a co-worker appeared at the door of his glass cabin. We slid away silently and A fielded work related questions from his employee as best as he could as my hand slowly crept to his knees and had started tracing circles on his thighs. His excitement now visible under his pants.
A couple of important calls and meetings caused us to break our teasing for the day.
During lunch, my four friends and I sat eating when A came out to get something. I called out naughtily to him and said, ”Hey, A. Do you know what I’m going to be doing today? rather, drinking today?”
Completely dumbfounded by the public jousting, A stared blankly at me, unsure of how to respond and he went into his cabin shaking his head ever so slightly as I burst into a fit of laughter.
The day continued to be pure sexual torture for the both of us as we were in proximity, playing with each other – mentally and physically but neither having any release.
I received a text at 5pm sharp when I was just about packing my bags for the day – ”6th floor”. it said.
To our utter dismay, the entire floor was crowded in anticipation of an event in the next hour.
It was when we were exiting, A caught sight of the restrooms. We looked at each other hungrily and knew this was where we were going to do it. In between risky exchange of kisses, we made it to the ladies toilet which seemed empty at the time.
I led him to a stall and pushed him in and closed the doors of the narrow stall. We barely had place to stand; our breathing quickened as we looked at each other.