[M/F] [Exhibitionism] [Infidelity] Drilled

Tornado drills always seemed funny to Mark. Even though he lived and worked in the midwest, specifically right in the middle of the aptly named ‘Tornado Alley’, the thought of needing to practice walking to the basement when a siren went off never made much sense. He thought either there would be enough warning that people would be walking normally anyway, or something would have been missed and everyone would panic run down the stairs, trampling the weak and hurdling the dead. Still, if anything it gave him a few minutes break from his work day to sit in the basement and scroll through his YouTube feed.

Rounding the final corner of the stairwell and descending the last half flight of steps he bumped, almost literally, into Felicia. She was the petite, bubbly admin of the clerk’s office above where Mark worked. They’ve had to work together on a number of occasions, and she was one of the few people Mark genuinely enjoyed having contact with. Though she couldn’t have been an inch over 5 feet tall, she was never short on energy and her positive attitude was refreshing every moment he encountered it.

“Hey, Felicia,” he said calmly.

She turned, stopping in her tracks and smiling. “Mark, hey. How’s it going?”

“About as good as can be expected, really. I have about 12 other things I’d rather be doing right now, but sitting in an empty room in the basement is taking priority for some reason.”

Felicia laughed, “Yeah, same here. Wanna be bunker buddies?”

The question took Mark absolutely off guard to the point where he almost couldn’t find words to respond with. “I’m not sure, can I trust you with not telling everyone where my secret ‘Won’t be killed by a tornado’ hiding place is?” Felicia laughed and made the ‘zipped lips’ motion. “Perfect, right this way.” Pulling his badge from his lanyard, he swiped it across a nearby door and walked through, holding the door open behind him.

“Oh cool, I always wanted to know what this room was.”

“I don’t know what it used to be. We’re using it as an inventory area. There’s 2 rooms off of it that I’m not sure how they’re getting used or what everything is that’s inside of them.” He walked to a nearby table and sat down facing her. Felicia took a seat across from him, straightening out her pants and glancing around.”

“What’s back there?”

“No idea. I think there’s a computer back there that hasn’t been used in over 10 years. The rest of those boxes are probably full of counterfeit money.” Felicia smiled, looking away.

*What the hell is happening? I’ve been praying for this exact moment to happen for years.*

A few moments passed while Felicia and Mark sat in silence, periodically glancing at their phones.

*Dude…say something.*

“So what’s on your mind?” Felicia asked, either out of the blue or because she could actually read Mark’s mind.

*I’ve wanted you to sit on my face for the last 4 months.*

No reaction.

*Ok, so she’s not telepathic.*

“Very little, these days. Work’s been…work. I try not to let it consume my thoughts too much. Once I leave the building I elect not to bring it up unless I get paged.”

“Wow, that sounds like a healthy idea. I don’t think I really know what you do outside of here, though, come to think about it.”

Mark chuckled. “True, though I could say the same about you. We’ve never really discussed that. There’s not much, really. I play hockey a few times a week, I’m probably going to go on a miniature SCUBA diving trip in a few weeks…beyond that, I don’t know.”

“Well, the hockey thing I think I knew, but the SCUBA thing is cool. I’d love to go one day. What about personal life? Married or dating?”

Mark shook his head. “I spent too much time single, I just got too used to it. I like personal time too much, I think I would drive whichever unfortunate woman who fell for me made.”

Felicia laughed. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s women who like not being tied at the hip with their man. That’s kind of where I’m at, actually. Not by choice, though.”

Mark’s ears perked. “Yeah? How so?”

“Well, my husband hasn’t had a lot of time for me. I like personal space as much as you do, but…I don’t know. I know you’re not a marriage counselor or something, but I feel comfortable enough talking about it. Besides, most of the ladies I work with all know it anyway. I’m surprised you’re just hearing about it now.”

“Truth be told, I don’t really listen to gossip. There’s always more to what’s being said, and I generally try not to judge someone’s personal actions.”

“You’re like a human Yoda,” Felicia said with a smile.

Mark chuckled and looked away. “Thanks. But what’s going on? Anything you want to talk about?”

Felicia shook her head, “I don’t know, I don’t think there’s much to talk about. He’s wrapped up with a lot of personal hobbies and doesn’t…it’s fine,” she trailed off.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I was just asking. I’m actually a little shocked.”

“Why’s that?”

*Fuck it.*

“Well, I guess because I can’t help but notice you most days. It seems odd to me that your husband doesn’t.”

The comment clearly took Felicia by surprise. She blushed, laughed, and looked away. “Really?”

“Yeah. When I get here in the mornings, sometimes the best part of that commute is when I catch you walking into the building. Especially in the warmer months and you have your hair down. It’s impossible not to notice. For me, at least.”

Felicia covered her face, sticking her tongue out at the thought, but grinning from ear to ear. “Really? Why?”

“When you have your hair down, striding into work…you’re just, magnificently radiant. You have that confidence about you that’s impossible to miss. Whenever I see your name on the caller ID on my phone, or see an email from you, I always perk up a bit. Not many people give me that kind of reaction.”

Felicia, still smiling and visibly flattered, turned back towards Mark then glanced away again. “That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She paused. “How…if it’s okay to ask, how long have you felt that way?”

Mark thought for a moment. “How long have we been working together?”

“Uh….5 years? I think you got hired right as I moved offices. So yeah, 5 years.”

“5 years, then.”

Felicia raised her eyebrows and laughed, covering her mouth but not able to cover her smile. “You…have a way with words. But, I really have to ask why me?”

“I’m not sure why it wouldn’t be you,” Mark replied. “Why shouldn’t it be?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have the body of Adrienne or Jenny in the other buildings.”

“Adrienne and Jenny aren’t you.”

Felicia clasped her hands over her lap. “I don’t think I’ve had anyone flirt with me in a long time.”

Mark shrugged. “So…what now?”

Felicia thought for a minute before standing up. Mark did the same. She slowly crossed the room to him, he did the same. They stopped, less than a foot from each other, forehead to forehead. Their lips were inches apart, her breaths warm and heavy on his skin. He tilted his head and leaned in. Her lips felt exactly as he pictured they would be, her tongue and his danced around in each other’s mouth. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in tighter, she responded by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt her pull herself up to him, so he moved his hands to her firm ass and picked her up off the floor, turning around and placing her down on the table behind him. She moaned in delight, then wrapped both legs around his body.

Just then, outside the door they heard voices. More people finally making it to the basement, looking for somewhere to congregate. Mark and Felica stopped kissing, but remained locked with each other, forehead to forehead. Mark darted his eyes behind her to the darkened room behind them. Felicia glanced over her shoulder, looked back, smiled, and nodded enthusiastically.

She hopped down and made her way past Mark to the room. Mark responded by spank her ass firmly, getting her to yelp quietly and shooting him a knowing wink and a smile. They made their way to the other room and found a small table at the end of a maze of boxes and media carts long forgotten about, satisfied they could stay hidden should someone else seek refuge. Felicia turned to Mark and together picked up where they left off, only this time Mark lifted her up and pinned her to the wall behind them. She reached back, bracing herself on a small metal shelf nearby, then between kisses she began unbuttoning her shirt. Mark’s breathing intensified as he glanced down to see her body in all the glory he had always pictured it would be. Her small breasts hid behind a sports bra, which Mark immediately began to pry off. She lifted her arms in agreement, allowing it off of her head before Mark dropped it to the floor behind him.

“Like I said,” she whispered, “I don’t really have any cur-”

Mark interrupted her with a long, lingering kiss while his hands caressed her body. “And like I said, that makes you *you.*”

She smiled, returning his kiss even harder before grappling with his belt and zipper. His pants dropping to the floor, she followed suit, pulling his stiff cock out and taking it into her mouth, all the way down to the hilt and back up again, licking the length and stroking it with her hand. Looking up at him with her piercing blue eyes through strands of her blonde hair that came loose, she breaks a small smile before giving it one last suck and standing up right.

Greeting her with another long, deliberate kiss while unbuckling her pants and swiftly dropping them to the floor. Wrapping her leg around his waist, he squeezes and gently spanks her ass, snaking a finger under her lacy pink panties and massaging her clit gently. Burying her face in his shoulder, she kisses his neck slightly, moaning and breathing gently into his ear. He pushes her gently back against the wall, holding her hands playfully above her head with one hand, and reaching down her body with the other. She bites her lip in anticipation, widing her stance in acceptance. Starting from the back, he little by little inches her panties down until they fall smoothly to the floor and she kicks them away with her foot.

Tracing his fingers down her body, he places his palm delicately on her pussy and massaging it, allowing his finger to lightly caress her seam. She inhales slowly, closing her eyes and resting her head back against the wall, slowly letting her breath out. The smile returns to her face as she begins to gyrate her hips slightly. Pressing himself up against her body, he lingered nose to nose with her momentarily. They gazed into each other’s eyes and shared a smile. When he moved away from her attempt at a kiss, she made a playful biting motion, still grinning ear to ear. He leaned in, kissing her and whispering into her ear: ‘I’m yours.’

Pushing him gently onto the desk, he sat down and welcomed her onto his lap. Taking a moment to help her steady herself, she guided his cock back into her waiting pussy and began slowly riding him. Sharing brief yet hurried kisses, she softly pushed him onto his back and propped herself on her knees. The old metal desk squeaked under their ever shifting body weights, rhythmically tapping on the adjacent shelving units. Mark grabbed her hips and shifted the two of them further up the desk. Felicia smiled, brushing her long blonde hair over one shoulder before continuing. The sweat began to bead and drip from her body onto his, leaving small pools beneath him. Wordlessly, she carefully slowed down, leaning back upright and giving Mark an unimpeded view of her glorious body. He smiled, drinking in her form and running his fingertips across her body before slowly sitting upright and helping her down to her feet.

She stood momentarily, waiting for his next silent instructions. Grabbing her waist and spinning her to face him, she kissed him deeply before walking backwards and sitting down on the now sweat kissed desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him back into place and steadied herself with both hands behind his neck. Her breathing intensified as his thrusts began to increase in intensity and speed. The sound of the desk hitting the shelves grew from a dull *tap* to something much more loud and distinguishable. Every second they grew closer and closer to getting caught, but they were too wrapped up in the moment to care. For this moment, Mark and Felicia were the only two people on the planet, and that was more than enough for him.

Suddenly, they both heard it: a series of dull voices in the hallway gradually getting louder. They stopped, both praying the sounds would grow dimmer only to have them become more audible and followed by the sickening *beep* of someone badging into the same room. The shared shocked glances, their eyes doing all the talking that needed to be done. Mark smiled, giving Felicia a gentle kiss which she lovingly returned.

“I know they emailed us about where we should go for these, which I think meant not to hang out in the halls,” one of the voices said. “It’d be nice if someone from that department just took charge and said ‘Go here.’”

“Doesn’t Mark usually come down here? I know this is his domain,” a second voice asked.

“Yeah, usually,” the first voice responded.

Mark immediately pegged both voices with their respective owners. Two of his co-workers. He was friendlier to one more than the other, so there would be no deals struck should they be found out. Mark and Felicia quietly listened to the dull conversation in the next room. Very carefully, he helped her down off the table, pulling her into his arms for a long embrace and longer kiss. Kissing her cheek and moving her hair away, he whispered “Trust me.” She nodded silently.

Taking her by her hips, he cautiously spins her around. She takes over, bracing herself on the wall and spreading her feet slightly. He slid himself inside her, her eyes rolling back in her head. This time he was more slow, yet more meaningful. His movements weren’t wasted, but deliberate and exact. Felicia felt everything that much more and could barely contain herself. Mark smiled with her, she she arched back and gave him a kiss, nibbling slightly on his lip

“Does it smell like body odor to you?” one of the voices picked up suddenly.

The both froze.

There was a quiet sound of sniffing before the second voice answered “Yeah, kind of. I know Mark spends a lot of time down here inventorying everything. Maybe it’s that?”

Mark and Felicia both raised their eyebrows at each other, a slight smile affixed to their faces.

“Yeah, maybe. I’m sure Mark can’t smell it.”

Mark kissed Felicia back, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her tightly back into him. Reaching her arm around his neck, she pulled herself close to his ear, her breath hot and heavy in his ear. Tweaking her nipples with his free hand, he sped up slightly, taking great care to not make any more noise than he absolutely had to. He could feel the end nearing, and let Felicia know.

“Inside me, please,” was all she could whisper in between breaths.

The slow, calculated movements, the sound and feeling of her breath in his ear interwoven with delicate moans, and the chance of being exposed less than 20 feet away all climaxed in a power, knee bending orgasm. Gripping the wall, he struggled to both contain himself and give everything he had to Felicia. She reciprocated by reaching back and grabbing his hip, driving him deeper inside her. They held each other for a moment before silently falling back and laying on the ground, Felicia resting her head on his shoulder. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Time didn’t seem to matter. To Mark, the moments he spent with Felicia laying naked on the floor could last forever, yet being forced to remain perfectly quiet couldn’t end quick enough. After what seemed like an eternity, they heard a phone buzz in the other room.

“Looks like the drill is over. They just sent out an email.” And with that, the door opened, the main set of lights switched off, followed shortly by the sound of the door closing.

In the darkness, Mark and Felicia laid together. She rolled her head over and gave Mark a small kiss on his jaw before standing upright. Even in the darkness, he marveled at her body’s silhouette. He stood up, making sure to run his hands along her body. She snickered.

“We’ll have to do this next time there’s a tornado drill.”

“Tornado, fire, flood, tsunami, meteor, alien invasion…whatever they want us to practice, I’m ready.”

They took one last long lingering kiss, allowing their hands to take one last touch of each other’s bare, sweaty skin before getting dressed and ducking back out into the building. They took separate stairwells, but stole a quick glance back at one another. There was no going back, but neither of them would want to.

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