Surprise! Two posts in as many days. I just figured that since so few people read these on Sunday, I’d do one today and then just try to keep to a schedule of 3-4 per week instead of a strict regimen of posting every other day.
There are a lot of things I like. If you’ve been reading for a while, you might recall that one of those things is office sex. Another one is upskirt play. So here’s a true little tale that combines those things — but not at my office, nor hers.
Some years back — ten, I’m guessing, which would put me in my mid-40s — I had a show of photographs in a real estate office here in the city. I had an opening and closing reception, and the photos were up for two months in between and could be seen by appointment. Because the people in the office were hardly ever there, they gave me the code to the lockbox on the front door. Dial in the numbers, pop out the key and I was in.
The system worked well, and I made a few sales. I also had some fun.
She was in her mid-40s as well: Short blondish-brown hair, glasses, a “mom bod” — thick in a really nice way. We met on Yahoo, clicked, agreed to meet up for lunch and then check out the photos. I might have been working another plan in the back of my head, but I also had to consider the possibility that someone would be there and we really would just be looking at pictures. She had also warned me that she would be using a cane because she’d just had ankle surgery, so I had to take the possibility of that changing plans into consideration.
But one by one, the stars aligned. First, there was nobody there when I let us in. Two, she liked the photos. And three, when I went to kiss her, she kissed me back — hard.
As I said, I’d been sort of planning in the back of my head — but now that the plan seemed to be coming to full fruition, I paused for a second. I’d looked for security cams, and hadn’t seen anything that looked like one. Still, the question kept popping into my head as we kissed: What if someone came back?
My hand had a mind of is own, though. She was sitting on the edge of a desk, out of sight of the front of the office, and my hand kept going higher and higher up her leg, and her thighs just kept parting a bit more until I reached the top. I stroked her through her panties for a few minutes, feeling the fabric go wet, and then slowly eased them to one side and slipped a finger into her. She lay all the way back on the desk and moaned, and that was all it took to drown out the little voice in my head.
I let my fingers play for a while, then bent and started kissing my way up her thighs. She sat up suddenly, and i thought either she’d heard something I hadn’t — someone at the door — or I’d taken things too far.
I was wrong on both counts. “I’d rather do that to you,” she said, slipping off the desk and sitting down in a chair. I turned to face her, and she unzipped me and pulled me out in a few efficient movements. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. Now it was my turn to try to concentrate on listening for intruders while being pleasured. Given that I didn’t know if we’d have time for two rounds of anything, I decided to make sure we had time for one.
“Come back up here,” I said, and helped her back onto the desk. (It looked unoccupied — no pictures, pens, coffee mug or any other signs of occupation. It wouldn’t really have seemed right to be doing what we were doing while being watched over by anyone’s family — or even their dog.
I lifted her legs, pulled her panties to the side again, moved into her. She gasped, said a few choice words under her breath, and grabbed the edges of the table. Meanwhile, I was trying to manage the feat of fucking, standing up, with my head at a 90-degree angle to listen for any telltale turning of a key in the lock.
Still, we managed. We did better than manage. She did startle me when she came — it wasn’t a growl, or a bark, but these sharp percussive urgent sounds came out of her as she squeezed her eyes tight shut and clenched the desk harder. (Yes, I took my eyes off the door for that time. I couldn’t look away from that.)
Afterward, we sat on the edge of the desk together and kissed. She kept saying, “I can’t believe you just took me like that. Pulled my panties to the side and just took me.”
“You seemed to like it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I just didn’t expect it.”
“Well, if you come back for another look at the pictures, you’ll know what to expect.”
She did come back, for one more visit. This one was at night, and I wound up on top of her on the floor in the back of the office that time. I could hear the music from the Mexican restaurant next door, and I wondered if any of the diners could hear the noises she made when she came.
She had to undergo some more surgeries not long after that, which took her out of commission, and then she had some family things going on which kept our schedules from aligning. We’d touch base from time to time, but it was pretty clear by then that we’d had a moment, or two, and that was all life was going to give us.
I still have a few of the photos from that show. They’re in storage, but I think I’ll get one out and put it in my office.
On the desk, of course. Where else would it go?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c9ygbo/hot_desking_true_story_xpost_from