Close calls
She'd dreamt of him for months now, and her desires
were beginning to show. She'd toss him wanton gestures
and dress "down" when she knew he'd be there.
She was married and so was he, but he'd returned a glance
a time or two.
The corporate party was nearing an end and she'd given
up on him for the night and made her way back to the office
to collect a few papers for the long weekend that she'd
work on to entertain herself.
But he followed. The elevator ride to the top floor was full
of strained breathing and fighting to withhold her desires.
Sure she'd explode at the slightest response to any
sexual advance. The top floor buzzer went and the doors
opened. She took a few unsteady steps forward and was flung
over a desk. Her skirt was thrown up and he was already inside
her.
She screamed with delight and arched her back, forcing
him deeper. The moments she thought had been wasted opened
to victory. They twisted and turned and mingled. Their
bodies ridden with sweat and the smell of heavy sex.
And then he appeared. The security officer came into view.
Both had been oblivious to him until just then. The heat
of passion hung silent in the air as they both looked on at
his approach. The fear of the unknown pulsing through their
veins. They'd been caught.
But he didn't say anything, he didn't raise an
alarm, he did nothing more than unzip and slip into her mouth.
The moment again shifted and the passion dropped back into
swing and the three became a tangle of sexual pleasure.
Moans of delight and screams of pleasure blended well in
the scented air of sweat ridden sex.
To be continued......
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