Clocked Out to Cock Out: A Lunch Break Bang [FM]

Not too long ago I (24) connected with a man named Kevin (mid-20s I think?) who works Downtown only two buildings away from mine. We flirted over text almost every day, realizing that we shared a lot of sexual likes and dislikes. We casually discussed our kinks and fantasies while sitting in cubicles only 800 feet apart.

We described in great detail what we wanted to do to each other. I knew he repeatedly got hard, sitting at his desk, wearing his suit, trying to concentrate on software development or something. And I certainly got wet each time I sexted from my swivel chair. It was pretty hot.

We kept wanting to meet, maybe for coffee before work, maybe during a lunch break, etc. But I chickened out each time we got close to a solidified plan. Do I love casual sex? Yes. Do I have social anxiety? Also yes.

After about a month of continuing this charade, he texted me at 10:30 on a Thursday morning asking if we could meet during our lunch breaks. This was probably the ninth time he had asked. I was truly surprised he hadn’t just given up on me yet. I don’t know what was different about that day, or that moment, but I said yes. Actually, I surprised myself and went beyond that:

“Meet me at the flower shop in your building in 10 minutes.”

And so he did. I took the elevator down from my 8th floor office to the skyway. A nervous smile was plastered on my face as I walked hurriedly through the halls between buildings. My heart was racing from nerves and excitement. The anticipation could have killed me, I’m sure of it.

I was about 20 yards away from the flower shop when I spotted him. He was in a blue checkered button-up shirt and dark business pants. When I got close enough to see his face I noticed he was a lot more handsome in person than in the selfies he had sent me. He spotted me by my striped shirt and tall leather boots which I had described to him earlier and he smiled while we walked towards each other.

As soon as we were in speaking proximity, I grinned and said “hey,” and then once I got close enough I leaned up, put my arms around his neck, and planted a big kiss on his lips. This surprised him and his blue-gray eyes widened as he greeted me back. “You look so good,” he said, admiring me. It made me blush. “You do too.” I smiled widely again. There were people walking around us so I asked him if he wanted to go to my car for a bit. I suddenly wanted this to be more than just a meet-and-greet.

I led him through the skyway. We walked swiftly, turning and smirking at each other every ten steps, through the next building and into a parking ramp. I pressed the ‘up’ button on the elevator but when the doors opened there was already someone in it so we waited for the next one. Once we got into an empty elevator, I had barely pressed the button for my floor when he pushed me against the wall and pressed his face onto mine, making me gasp. We made out with so much passion, his hands all over my body, aggressively wishing my clothes weren’t in the way. I reached my hand downwards and felt how hard he was already. Yep, pretty fucking hard. His hands had started going down the back of my leggings and caressing my ass. I bit my lip and smirked as I pushed him away. “Be careful, there’s a camera.”

We arrived at the floor I was parked on. I led him by the hand to my small sedan, I got into the driver’s seat, he sat in the passenger’s. We had to move my car to a more secluded spot. We drove up to a higher level and found a good place to park. I turned off my car and looked at him. We smiled and agreed to hop into the back seat.

He came around to my side of the car and stood behind me while I crawled in. He spanked me a few times, watching my ass. Once we were both inside we started making out again. He sat on the seat facing forward and I got on top of his lap so I was leaning down to kiss him. My hands held onto the back of his neck as his roamed over my clothes, all over my back, wide hips, soft stomach, full, firm breasts, blonde hair, and thick thighs. He lifted his leg so it pushed against my crotch and I let out a heavy breath. I felt his hands slide down my leggings and back to my ass, further down than he had managed in the elevator, gripping onto my ass cheeks with purpose, pushing and pulling my hips back and forth.

We broke our kiss and looked at each other with hungry eyes. I dismounted him and lay back on the fleece blanket that was covering the length of the back seat. He moved so he was leaning over my body. I pulled my leggings down only halfway and spread my knees apart.

“Look at that beautiful pussy,” he said as his finger traced up and down between my labia. “God, you’re already so wet.”

I gasped as his middle and ring fingers slid into my pussy with ease. “Oh, fuck,” my eyes gazing at him with submission and he began moving his palm up and down, using more force as he kept going. He looked at my pussy while he fingered it. His palm pressed against my clit and his fingers pressed my gspot with each movement. You could hear the juices leaking out of my pussy. I was too thrilled by the whole situation to be able to cum (yeah, my brain sucks sometimes), so after a while of watching him passionately finger me I told him I needed him to fuck me soon. I had only yet seen his cock in pictures and was thirsty as hell for it.

He sat back and unbuckled his belt with a hand that was still wet from being inside of me. I knelt on the seat so I was facing his cock, and as soon as it was out of his briefs I grabbed it and began stroking it. Mmm. His cock was so warm and hard. I realized I didn’t have a hair tie so I asked him to please hold my hair as I leaned down and put my mouth around the head of his cock, my ass sticking out behind me. He did as I asked. I had one hand around his shaft while I sucked on the upper half of his cock, going up and down and moving my tongue around it and against his frenulum. I heard him moan and out of the corner of my eye I saw his head tilt back.

I removed my hand from his cock so I could put him further into my mouth. At first I only went down so his tip was hitting the back of my mouth, then I contracted my throat while sucking on his shaft and running my tongue along his frenulum still. I lifted my head back up and did the same thing over again a few times. Then I took him even deeper so that his tip was starting to squeeze down my throat. I could barely make my throat contract around him because of how full it was. I felt his hand reach underneath me and to my still-wet pussy, rubbing it for a minute and then fingering me. Fuck. I slowly took him as deeply as my throat could handle before lifting myself back up, my lips covered in saliva and precum.

He instructed me to lay back again and I obeyed. I smiled up at him as he climbed on top of me, spread my legs apart with his hands (my leggings still not fully taken off), and positioned his pelvis against mine. His cock entered my pussy easily as I was still soaking wet. We both let out moans as he thrusted into me. My head was hitting the car door but I didn’t mind. He felt so fucking good inside my pussy. We didn’t fuck for much longer before he pulled out because he was about to cum. I watched the cum running down his cock and smirked. Although the sex was quick, I knew he couldn’t help it. I mean, he probably wasn’t expecting such an amazing mouth and pussy. Sorry bout it.

We pulled ourselves together and got back into the front seats, drove back to my original parking spot, and took the elevator down to the skyway, our smirks full of guilt over the scandalous secret we now shared. I walked him to where he needed to part ways, said bye, and then walked myself back to my office, where I sat back down at my cubicle as if I had never left. I don’t even remember the stupid lie I told when a coworker asked where I’d been.

We are planning on making this a frequent occurrence. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ef8kzx/clocked_out_to_cock_out_a_lunch_break_bang_fm