In a previous job, I would assist in the logistics of higher budget events put on to recognize professionals in the related field. After a few years of helping facilitate these evenings, I learned that it was common for the professionals to disguise these evenings as a long night of work and would head to nearby hotels with each other for quiet affairs. I learned this of course from a co-worker who I was in an affair with. She had been in a similar role at a related company where folks would co-mingle with our participants to switch it up. I started to notice how touchy the attendees would get as the evenings progressed. It was hard to ignore how sexually charged the air was.
After one of these particular events, my co-worker and I sat together near the exit and watched the attendees leaving, trying to guess who was about to sneak off with who and to which hotel. She was wearing a dress and would sit close enough for me to offer access between her bare legs. I slowly ran my fingers across her inner thigh as she would say things like “Those two, hotel a block away. She will start as the top and slowly transition over time to him sweating over her until he climaxes. Probably a screamer.”
I was in my mid 20s and she was in her early 40s, much more experienced with this sort of observation. She was turned on, but controlled. I had a hard on, nervous I was going to be caught as soon as I stood up from the table.
After the crowds had left and the rest of the staff wrapped up, she and I headed to my apartment to have our own affair. We talked on the phone on our way, her smoking a guilty pleasure cigarette while she told me what she wanted between her legs. She parked on the street nearby and I picked her up to drive together into the complex garage. She stroked my cock over my pants for the few blocks, giving a gentle squeezes to my shaft.
The building I lived in was an old one with tunnel systems through the basement to offer cover during the colder months. It was a bit of an eerie setup, so not too many folks utilized the underground routing. No surveillance and well lit, we were too turned on to make it upstairs. I discovered she had already taken her panties off during the drive over. She quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my dress pants as we furiously made out in the middle of the basement hallway. She pulled up her dress as I lifted her up and slipped into a warm welcome. She had told me what she wanted and I could feel the desire. I pumped as she exhaled quiet moans over my shoulder. She whispered that she wanted it harder with less restriction.
I collected myself back into my pants, leaving the fly open and belt undone as we scurried up the flights of stairs into my apartment, entering through the kitchen door. I lifted her onto the counter top and pulled out a drawer for her to rest her legs as I licked up the mess we started, floors below.
We moved to the main room of my apartment where she laid on a yoga mat I had laying on the hardwood floors. I knelt down to her open legs, drilling deep into her pussy, fucking as hard as the surface. We swapped with her climbing on top, grinding me into the floor. Both sweating, we climaxed, collapsing together, leaking pleasure onto the mat. After a couple minutes of breathing in sync, she stood up and got dressed to head home to her husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/127wnp5/office_event_affair_mf