*11:54…11:56…12:04*
I stare at my screen again. “What the fuck is this guy talking about?” But before I can get to the bottom of another infuriating email from a customer, my mind wanders again to the text message you sent me earlier.
**I’ll meet you at the usual spot. I only have a short lunch break today because I have a meeting at 13:00. I go on lunch at 12:30. See you ;)**
The wink emoji made my tongue press against my cheek, and my heart thuds in my chest as I recalled the last encounter. My wife had questioned why I was late home; why I seemed so…happy? The affair had been going on for about 5 months and it had been the most exciting 5 months of my life. I can’t quite place my finger on when it went from innocent friendship to fierce love-making. I don’t know when I should have begun to feel guilty. When I’d crossed the line. Was it the flirty glances in the office? The brushes in the corridors? The ‘innocent’ texts asking how things were at home. The probing questions (“so, what *is* your favourite position?). Or the daring first selfie you sent me, showing more than your boyfriend would want me to see. By then, I was already intoxicated.
*12:22…12:24…BUZZZZ*
I reach for my phone to read the text. “Got off early. Hurry.”
My head looks around the office, and I can see your desk is empty. I stand up, pulling my sweater over my crotch to hide my enormous erection. I rush down the stairs, to the basement. To our spot.
I go round the labyrinth that is the old bank building. Left, right, right again, left…and to the door on the right. I place my hand on the handle, knock, and walk in. My mouth is already wet with the thought of the next delicious 30 minutes
Your eyes come alive as I walk in. Clearly you have been thinking about it all morning too. Either that, or it’s too cold for your delicate breasts. I walk over to you and our lips meet. God, I love the way you kiss. My hands roam over you like water on a stone, caressing your tender skin. I want you. God I need you. And I detect that you want me too.
Of course you show this. We’ve barely made out for more than a few minutes before you’re unbuckling my pants and you’re falling to your knees. My boxers come down and my cock just lolls there, bouncing gently. I love how you smile up at me as you grasp it with your right hand, your mouth moving to the tip. It doesn’t take you long to gather up speed, sucking me deeper and deeper – and it’s not long until I’m on the verge of cumming.
“Stop, stop!” And I pull away from your mouth just in time. You look at me reproachfully. You love when I cum in your mouth, and I denied you that this time.
You stand up and kiss me again, your hungry tongue exploring my mouth. My fingers find the front of your panties pretty fast, and your gentle moans let me know that you’ve been waiting for it. I stroke you over and over, smoothly tracing my fingers over your swollen mound. My fingers get damp as you press your breasts into me. “Faster baby…please”
I oblige, slipping my hand beneath your underwear to touch the moist, sumptuous lips. The tip of my finger slips inside you and you give out a pleasurable Yelp.
“Fuck me. Fuck me please!!”
I kiss your collarbone as my hands pull your underwear down. Your leg wraps around me and I don’t hesitate to slide into you. I gaze into your eyes as my hips thrust firmly but slowly into you. My fingers find your nipples through your clothes as my cock sends ripples through your body.
I speed up as I feel myself getting closer. I’m on the cusp of spilling into you, and my hands grip you tightly as press into you harder. Your teeth sinking into my neck push me over the edge – and I let you know. I tell you that I’m cumming, and that sends you over the edge. If there were colleagues on the same floor, they would have heard you for sure. My thrusts slow down as my cum seeps out of me. We kiss, you smile, and we both go back to work.
*13:33…13:45….BUZZZZ*
**“I love our lunch dates ;)”**
So do I.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/e6rb49/a_lunchtime_affair_work_affair