Eric threw the sheaf of company-branded papers at Terri with a frustrated grunt. The sheets, rather than explode in Terri’s face as intended instead blossomed into a wild flapping flower and shed petals down to the existing mess of boxes and archived documents spread throughout the dark-cornered basement. Eric and Terri stared at each other, she appalled at his action and he stunned at the papers’ lack of efficacy. With a slow animation their faces turned to ridiculous dismay and finally to a burst of shared, cathartic laughter.
“Oh Jesus, Eric, what the hell?” Terri said between huffing laughs. She covered her face as though trying to catch the laughter with her hands. Mirthful tears flowed onto her fingertips. “This is so stupid!” she said, swiping at a small stack of logo-emblazoned folders with a bare foot, adding to the basement’s chaos.
Eric had more difficulty catching his humors, and when the folders went sliding across the floor his motor control left him. He doubled over, arms across his gut, and then back onto his ass. This incited a new round of mirth from the two co-workers.
Before long their laughter subsided, and the dismal noise of ancient air-conditioning through musty ducts and the hum of the few flickering flourescents above regained the sonic dominance.
Eric and Terri looked at one another, smiling, flushed, and breathing heavily. They were both sweaty from the long day of menial archiving they had been sent to their old offices to perform. The building, a multi-story turn-of-the-century affair that had last been through a renovation in the 1970s, was being shuttered by the organization that had purchased the company Eric and Terri worked for. The day’s job was nothing a third-party couldn’t have been hired for, but the penny-pinchers had sent the two of them instead.
Their attentions wandered over each other’s bodies, driven by a flood of pleasant hormones. Terri’s nipples were hard beneath her tee-shirt, Eric noticed, just as she noticed the growing erection in his slacks. Their eyes met again.
Terri stepped back slowly and leaned against the dark-paneled wall beside a faded, framed print of the original company’s deceased founder. Her back arched slightly, emphasizing her breasts. Her face flushed a deeper red, and she gave her hips a tiny, sensual wiggle. A quiet swushing noise was made by her butt against the faux-wood panel.
Eric grinned and stood smoothly, heedless of the papers his shoes crumpled. His cock felt huge and heavy in his clothes’ tightness. He walked forward, his eyes alternating between exploring her petite, wide-hipped body and swimming in her smiling green eyes. He thought he could already catch the scent of her wet sex.
Terri held out her hands to him, taking his and drawing him in, placing one on her ass and the other on her right breast. He drove forward, pressing his body against hers forcefully enough that the panel behind her rattled and the frame tumbled to the ground. Neither noticed. Eric’s hardness met her torso and Terri gasped happily. Eric kissed her deeply while grinding into her.
As their tongues played, her hands began quickly working to remove his belt and shove his slacks and undies down. He squeezed her ass cheek and she moaned softly. In moments that seemed too long she got her hands into his clothes and freed his already-dripping cock. Her hand worked up and down its shaft, tugging his foreskin and fully revealing his glans.
Eric’s cock left strings of pre on Terri’s shirt. He grunted at the sensation and broke the kiss. He rested his head on her shoulder and kissed her neck as his own sexy scents wafted up. His wetness gave Terri’s ministrations a slick, sloppy sound that excited her greatly.
She stopped stroking to cross her arms and lift her tee-shirt over her head. Her breasts, not contained in a bra, bounced subtly as the shirt was pulled over them. He took the time to unbutton, unzip, and pull down her jeans. He ran his tongue up her thigh, caressing her ass with both hands before tugging her panties down as well. He gave her mons veneris a soft kiss and his nose brushed through her trim pubic hairs as he worked his way up her now-bare torso.
Terri finished stepping out of and kicking away her trousers and undies as he reached her soft round breasts and suckled on her nipples. She laughed and moaned happily. Her hands grabbed his hair, for a moment holding his head into her tits and then guiding him up for another sweet kiss. Her pussy dripped wetness that began slowly flowing down her inner thighs.
Eric gripped the back of her legs and lifted her up against the dark panel. He eagerly worked his hips forward, the exposed and glistening head of his cock finding and burying itself into her labia. She tensed with a deep moan, then her eyes rolled and she let out a mindless squeal as her pussy was filled with him.
He grunted, observing her face between kisses. “I’ve really missed this,” he said deeply. His thrusts hadn’t begun yet. Terri grabbed his ears and stared him directly in the eyes. “Shut up and fuck me, asshole,” she said.
Eric said, “You remember that one Christmas party, when the whole office–”
She reached down and goosed him, making sure to use her fingernails to effect. He gasped. “I said–” she began, but he started thrusting – hard – and her words were lost to ecstatic cries of pleasure.
The basement was filled with her screams, his grunts, and the happy, wet slapping of their bodies. Sloppy drips fell to the old carpet and onto the folders of corporate detritus.
His thrusts reached towards a crescendo, and he gasped “Can I..?” Her response mingled with her cries of “Yes! Yes!” and his body convulsed and his hips hilted his cock into her pussy. She felt a hot pulsing through the pleasure, and a deeply-satisfying flood of warmth. Eric grunted and groaned riding his orgasm until the sensation became too intense and he slowed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He stood there, still inside her, still holding her up, breathing deeply. At last he pulled back and his cock flopped down. Thick globs of cum and lubricant dropped to the already-sticky floor. Large dollops landed on the slacks pooled around his feet. He lowered her and she stood, shakily. She was smiling, radiant. “I think we’re going to have to go another round, bae,” she said while slowly rubbing her clit.
Eric laughed. “I need a minute but shit, yes.” He looked down at their fuck-puddles. “Damn, we made a mess.” She gave him a friendly punch on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“Yeah, alright. I doubt Mr. Whatshisname minds,” he said and bent over to pick up the frame that had fallen. He looked at the old man for a moment then tossed it aside. He started to turn away, saying, “How about you take a bathroom break and I’ll–” but a sheet of paper slipped from under his foot, and the slacks still around his ankles tripped him up. He fell over into Terri with a cry.
She yelped and they smacked hard into the wall panel, which gave way with a crack and swung open. They fell hard on dusty concrete, stunned.
“What the hell?” they groaned in unison, looking into the exposed space. It was a short hallway, or small antechamber, at the other end of which was an elegant and very expensive-looking set of double-doors.
They helped each other to their feet and Eric wryly pulled up his trousers. They stepped up to the doors. “Any idea what this is?” Terri asked.
“Looks really old,” he said. “Might have been here since it was first built.”
“Why was it covered up?” she asked, then tried the handle of one door: it turned stiffly, screeching, and the latch released. She pushed, nothing happened, then pulled, and the door opened to a large, pitch-black space barely illuminated by the busted fluorescents behind the two explorers.
Eric opened the other side and stepped in. He checked inside, beside the doorway, and found a switch. He flipped it and arrays of tungsten bulbs pulsed alive, a dozen at least immediately popping. The lights illuminated a wonderland filling the room.
There were plush rugs, dusty but still opulently thick. Comfy-looking couches and seats with an occasional ottoman or coffee-table were liberally set throughout the space. There were myriad pieces of furniture with a faintly sexual form, and there were many devices of more explicit purpose. Tapestries and paintings, all of erotic content, covered the walls.
Terri and Eric stepped around the many objects, exploring. Eric tested one of the many couches and Terri stood naked next to what appeared to be a rather baroque piece of bondage rigging trying to understand its use. She noticed with a surreal sensation that the rigging was branded with the company name. Finally they looked at each other, wonder-filled smiles on their faces. She said, “What was that you said about the Christmas party?” She was biting her lower lip in a way that made his cock twitch towards hardness again. He laughed.
“We’ve gotta call them all over, Ter’. Like right now.”
“Well…” she said with an arched brow, giving the device next to her a gentle nudge. “‘Right Now’ right now?” she asked.
Eric stood with a chuckle and pulled off his shirt.
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