Note: I know it seems like I don’t write often enough, but rest assured I do write something every day. Only occasionally does an actual story form from out of the mishmash of ideas. And it turns out I’ve found a flair for erotica. This story is far more graphic than the previous one I wrote so here’s your fair warning. Other than that, please enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

This story is Not Safe For Work – Ages 17+ recommended.

cubicle2

The slow clacking of her stilettos reverberated through the long, pallidly-lit hallway. The fluorescent lights above gave off a soft hue, casting an almost sickly yellow glow. It was the scent that hit her most as she made her way to the abandoned, never-once-remodeled greenroom. Must. Dirt. Old newspapers sitting on an old newsroom carpet which was last shampooed six months ago.

But that’s where he’d be. He was coming. It was certain, and part of her was terrified it was actually happening.

It was 5:03 PM. Both their respective shows were on at 7:00 PM sharp, making this a very risky move so close to showtime. But she was aching to see him. If that meant nothing more than a brief encounter, it would have all been worth it.

No one was around. All construction on the new basement studios took place long after everyone had gone home for the day. No one could, or would, hear the clacking of her heels down the long, dim hallway. She smoothed out her white pencil skirt with the thick navy blue hem, her favorite article of clothing. It matched her quarter-sleeve blue shirt, which she nervously tugged at as she walked down the corridor, making a left and reaching her destination. Something told her as she got dressed that morning, matching her clothes more meticulously than usual, that it was going to be an interesting day.

The greenroom looked just as she remembered it; dull, drab, and not a hint of green anywhere. She crinkled her nose at the scent, which was even mustier than what she smelled in the hallway. The deep red L-shaped couches did no favors to the slate blue carpets; a staple through the basement newsrooms. But this is where he said he’d meet her, though he didn’t specify where, and she didn’t think to ask. She took a hesitant step inside. The room was lit only by a fluorescent light in the back, and the 51-inch TV sitting on a cheap wooden table against the right wall. It was on mute, running on a continual loop of their mutual 24-hour network. 5:04 PM. She worried if any of her co-workers thought she had been away from her desk too long.

“Hello?” She croaked out. She looked right toward the TV, a wallpaper of the President’s latest televised cabinet meeting that she had already cut two soundbites from. She was about to take a step toward it, since he may have been hiding where the guests once got their last-minute hair and makeup done. Without warning, a hand grabbed her left arm and yanked her backward.

The door slammed behind them without so much as a squeak from the hinges. She didn’t have time to be startled as she felt him press her up against the door, his warm body greeting her, his hands roaming from her hips and settling on her ass.

“Thought you got lost,” he whispered, leaning in so close to her face she could feel the tips of his gelled dark brown bangs against her forehead.

It was real. It was happening. All the wondering she had done for months went out the window as she finally had him all to herself again, touching him, holding him, letting him hold her. But for how long was a thought she pushed all the way to the back of her mind so she could focus on what was right in front of her.

Aching for him to kiss her, her breath hitched, the words nearly getting lost in her throat. “Maybe I wanted to make you sweat a little,” she breathed, raising her eyes to meet his.

His hands grabbed her ass and wrenched her against him even more, causing a gasp and a giggle to fall past her lips. “Well, it worked,” he said, mouth pulling into an open grin. “I was worried you were going to chicken out. Your ass looks tremendous in this skirt by the way.”

“Thanks,” she purred, elongating the “s” as obnoxiously flirtatious as possible. It was almost a deliberate waste of their time, delaying the inevitable, the dance of bringing one another as close to the brink as possible, neither caring about the respective work left upstairs. As it turns out, neither’s coworkers even noticed they were gone; they were diligent employees after all who rarely left their desks. This evening was an exception.

He licked at his lower lip as he watched her left eyebrow raise, daring him to kiss her. But he wasn’t giving in just yet. He slid a hand off her ass and ran just his fingertips up her hip, moving them toward the front and giving a slight tug to her waistband with his index finger. His eyes watched his hands move, but she kept hers locked on his.

“I mean it’s a really nice skirt,” he said, tugging a little more, “So pretty and tight.” He seemed to trail off as he looked up to meet her eyes once again, finding her beautiful face was sporting an ear-to-ear grin. She had him right where she wanted him, but at that point, the same could have been said for him to her.

He pushed some of her highlighted hair behind her ear and leaned forward. “Now, take it off.”

She tried pulling back but ended up just knocking her head on the door softly. “I’m not taking my skirt off,” she teased, “This only works as a nice outfit.”

He leaned in closer toward her neck and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, his fingers still picking at the tight fabric of her skirt. “You’re right. It is a nice outfit,” he stated, opening his eyes to look down at where his hands were. In one motion he yanked the skirt up, scrunching it around her waist like a loose belt, trapping it between his stomach and hers. “But it’d look much better on the floor.”

Her legs shifted apart. A rush of cool air swept across her red cotton panties, now starting to dampen as her arousal grew. Her breathing grew heavy as she pictured him jamming a hand into her panties, his fingers dipping in to feel her wetness. She ached for it, silently begging him to touch her, daring him, pleading with her body. She closed her eyes, allowing her head to hit the door behind her again, rising up on her toes to press into him so much that her heels nearly slid out of her shoes.

“No,” she breathed, “Everything stays on.”

A warm hand slid into her hair, fingers combing through the already-loosened pinned-back bun. “Whatever you say,” he said, before finally crushing his lips onto hers.

She grabbed onto him for dear life, lifting her right leg up reflexively, feeling the full extent of his hard cock between her damp thighs. He kissed her longingly, lovingly almost, needing to take in as much of this moment as possible, because time was running out. He pulled away briefly to touch her outside her panties, feeling the heat, feeling how ready she already was for him. Her breathing deepened, the familiar pull toward climax already occurring, and they had barely gotten started.

“You should wear a garter belt next time,” he said, alternating his hand from her smooth thigh to the front of her panties. She closed her eyes, letting his hands continue to roam freely around her crotch. She gasped as his hand slipped past the waistband, finally touching her, skin-to-skin.

With a moan and a sigh, she steadied her voice enough to purr, “And here I thought you were the one who wanted to wear the garter belt.” Her lips pulled into a devilish grin, enjoying his handiwork as she waited for his response. 

His left middle finger continued its teasing on her clit, slowly rubbing it in circles in an unwavering rhythm. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. But that comment. Her insolence. How dare she. Still, she dared. She always did. And she would never stop doing so. He lifted his left hand and clasped it around her jawline, inches from being around her throat, wanting to show her who was in charge. He licked at his lips again, wishing he could squeeze that shit-eating smirk right off her face. “You haven’t told anyone about that, have you?”

She laughed out loud, causing him to move his hand from her jawline to her mouth. It did little to stop the giggles coming out of her. But she cut it out and moaned once again as she felt him pick up the pace down below, his fingers moving faster around her clit.

“Keep it down,” he warned, pressing his finger harder into her, “Do you want someone to hear you?”

“Maybe I do,” she said, her voice muted by his hand. But he understood her perfectly well. His grip on her mouth lessened and went back to around her jawline. He never understood what she did to him; she made him feel it all, and all of it at once. He wasn’t a violent man, but he wanted to be rough with her. The roughest. His grip got tighter on her face as he realized her hands weren’t touching him at all. They were pressed up against the door. She may as well have had her arms folded behind her head. She was just sitting back, letting him pleasure her. It touched something in him. Nothing snapped, but it emboldened him to try something else.

“You bitch,” he hissed, smiling as he said it, hesitant for her reply.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking straight into his. That kind of language out of him was surprising, but she knew what kind of weight her words carried around him, especially considering how much he told her without her even inquiring. Her smirk grew, if it was even possible. With a chuckle, she raised and eyebrow and slowly opened her mouth. “You fucking love it,” she whispered.

That was it. Without even thinking he kissed her again, pressing himself into her even further. Her hands left the door and wrapped around his neck, moaning as she pulled him into her as close as she could. She knew to keep quiet, but really wished she could let loose. Both of them knew that moment was coming anyway.

His hand left her panties and joined his other at his belt. His cock was rock hard, straining against his pants the entire time. He yanked at his belt to undo it, breaking the kiss momentarily to see what he was doing. She looked down as well, her hands grabbing at his belt, doing little to assist, and settled on feeling his hard length outside his pants.

He got his belt free and unzipped his pants. “Take your panties off,” he commanded, breath hitching as he got hotter. Without a word she did what he asked, pulling the red panties off and letting them fall in a puddle around her ankles. He was able to pull his cock out through the hole in the boxer briefs, and did so in such a fashion she didn’t even realize it was out until he grabbed her right leg and pulled it up. The motion caused her stiletto to get caught on her underwear and fell back onto the floor with a clack. He slid his dick along her pussy, the bead of precum on the tip mixing in with her wetness as he pushed himself inside her effortlessly, grabbing hold of her thigh even tighter to keep himself in position.

She moaned again as he buried himself in her neck, making sure to keep their noises down. No one was going to bother them, but the risk wasn’t worth it. She felt just like he remembered. Better. Tighter. Wetter. He pounded away, no abandon, making her feel each and every thrust. She was up on her toes again, praying her heel wouldn’t cause her to slide on the floor. He fit perfectly inside her but each thrust caused the door to shake, making a slight knocking sound against the deadbolt.

“Someone’s…gonna…hear…that,” she breathed out between thrusts. He didn’t answer. His teeth stayed gritted as he pulled his cock out and dropped her leg out of his grasp. She leaned against the door, folded forward slightly, one shoe off, looking around and wondering where to go next. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the door. Positioning himself behind her, he pushed her sex-hazed figure toward the sink, which was opposite from the door. She allowed every step of this to happen, stumbling against the sink and steadying herself against it. Her ass was in his full view and in what seemed like a nanosecond, he was pressed up against her again, resting his dick on her ass before pushing it down and back into her wet pussy.

She folded forward against the sink more, going up onto the toes of her right foot to match the heeled left foot. His thrusts were just as rhythmic as they were against the door, and she grasped onto either side of the sink to give her the best leverage. This was truly the best sex they ever had. The neediness, the passion, the testing of the waters finding all was good. Better. He pushed in and out of her, aching to cum, aching to make her cum as well. He dared not look in the mirror to see who he was inside, even though her eyes were wide open, watching his handsome face as he moved behind her.

It was a struggle to stay quiet, her mouth hanging open in bliss, face reddening with each and every slap against her ass. Small moans escaped her, but nothing compared to the breathy pants coming out of his mouth. She could feel how hot and hard he was, knowing all she had to do to make this secret meeting happen was text him a few things about a guy whose dick she sucked a year prior. It was so easy to get him hot, but far harder to get him physically inside her. And yet, here he was, making both their fantasies come true.

She felt her orgasm upon her as she took shallower and shallower breaths. He could feel her tightening around him knowing he could only hold on for a few more thrusts anyway. It was all she needed. With one final muted moan and a sharp gasp in, she arced her back and came, pushing back on his cock, feeling the liquid gush out onto him. Her cumming sent him over the edge too; he grabbed her face once again, pulling her torso into him as spurts of cum erupted out of his dick and into her. His fingers dipped into her mouth and she bit down on his middle finger slightly, dampening her own moans as they exchanged the mutual orgasm; the first time they achieved this in all their couplings.

With a final breath out she leaned forward onto the faucet. The cool steel pressed up against her slightly sweaty brow as she bit her bottom lip. It was a welcome feeling as he pulled himself out of her, the size of his orgasm surprising him and catching him off guard. It took her a minute to catch her breath as she heard his belt scrape across the floor. Her skirt scrunched up over her bare bottom, underpants still hooked around one ankle. Her hands steadying her against the sink were the only things keeping her shaking knees from collapsing under her. His cum stayed deep inside her, but a small bit of it stayed dormant between her lips, ready to ooze out as soon as she dared to move.

She heard another small *click* from behind her, assuming he was hastily buckling his belt back into place. It didn’t matter. Her eyes stayed shut, fluttering and twitching in post-orgasmic bliss. The grip her top teeth had on her bottom lip lessened, the feeling slowly trickling back into the indent marks. It was the best they’ve ever done. It didn’t matter that it was a bathroom at work, they had shared something special, and they were the only ones who knew it.

SLAM.

The sound jolted her out of her haze, eyes wrenching open as she realized he had flung the door open without making a sound, leaving her all alone in the bathroom.

The reverberation hung in the air for a moment, and then was gone. The silence left behind became far too silent and uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe what just happened, but at the same time it didn’t surprise her.

She ignored the tears stinging at her eyes and stood up, grabbed some toilet paper and placed the wad slightly inside herself before pulling up her panties. It all felt so ritualistic, as if she was preparing to do this the moment she left her desk. She tugged her skirt down and smoothed it out, looking at herself in the mirror, wishing she didn’t look so sad after what had just happened.

With one hand she wiped a tear away and turned toward the door, readjusting the hair that had fallen out of her bun. She stepped into her right heel and opened the door. The scent of sex was gone the moment she stepped into the musty greenroom.

5:11 PM.

It was time to get back to work.

 

Fin.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s