Stolen Moments 12

The door opened without so much as a whisper as she stepped into his hallway, walk-in closet office. He was engrossed in a computer file and didn't immediately notice her. She dropped her keys and sunglasses nosily on the desk beside him to get his attention. He looked up, startled, and smiled broadly when he saw her. It was July blazing hot outside and that thin white t-shirt clung to her curves in all the right places. She knew it. He loved it. She smiled back and kicked the door to the tiny office closed.

His eyes widened as she sank into a chair opposite him and glanced his way. They were so close together that he could hear her breathing. Neither could think of a way to get this conversation started. They both knew what they wanted. Each other. But here? In a tiny office that was little more than a closet with its scarred workbenches, and shelves jammed full of tools, supplies and manuals? She was the adventurous one in his life. He wasn't so much these days... caution and wisdom coming with age. She always said he needed to live a little. For once in his life he couldn't think of a single reason not to.

He hooked one foot around the leg of her chair and rolled her even closer to him. When she was resting between his legs, she leaned forward, her ample cleavage nearly spilling from the deep vee of her shirt and placed her head on his chest. She sighed and looked up at him. Running a finger down her cheek he caressed her face. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel. Reaching around behind her, he flipped off the over head lights in the office, allowing the glowing computer screen in the corner to illuminate her.

Their mouths met in a fiery explosion of the unchecked passion that ran deep through them both. He teased her, nibbling at the corners of her mouth, while she whimpered and tried to catch her breath. She caught his tongue with her mouth and sucked on it, driving him a little over that edge. His hands wandered down to the hem of her shirt, teasing and taunting her with his warm caresses. He pulled her onto his lap and continued his onslaught upon her mouth as one hand found it's way up her skirt.

To his delight, she wasn't wearing panties today. Somehow he doubted that she ever did. He fingered the already hot and slick folds of her pussy and listened to her gasp. No words between them could have meant as much as hearing her moan and whimper for him. Sliding two fingers deep inside her he know that she was more than ready for him. He paused a moment working his thumb over her clit, listening to her breathing change and waiting. He knew she was about to come for him. She arched forward towards him, squeezing his hand between her thighs, opened her eyes to stare deeply into his and began to shudder and shake as she came, oh so hot and wet against his hand.

Before she could relax and begin to breathe normally again he settled her back in her own chair for a second. She began to protest with another plaintiff whimper. He shushed her with another long lingering kiss, while he unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper south. She reached forward and took his hard cock in her hands. She began to stroke him, squeezing his hard shaft as she ran her hands up and down in a dizzying motion that threatened to be his undoing. He was about on fire from her delightful ministrations. He leaned back in the chair and lifted her on top of him, her skirt sliding up around her waist. She fitted herself to the length and considerable girth of his cock and sank down onto his hardness. He filled her completely. She began to move on top of him, wantonly filling herself with him and taking her own pleasure regardless of his. He grasped her hips with both hands and tried to control her movements. None of that... she would have none of that.

He slid both hands up under her thin t-shirt and began to caress her breasts. Her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of her shirt, already taut and stiff. He rubbed them both and listened to her cry out. She bend her head toward him and her fiery red hair cascaded across his chest. He captured her lips with his and began another invasion of her succulent mouth. She continued to ride him, squeezing and tugging, trapping his throbbing cock deep inside her and taking him for the e-ticket ride of his life.

When he could stand it no longer, he grasped her hips firmly with both hands, pushing himself even deeper inside her and let himself go, filling her completely with his thick spurts of his hot come. She leaned forward against his chest and clutched at him as she orgasmed over and over, the waves of pleasure both exhausting and delighting her. And when it was over, their ragged breathing settling back to normal and the fire in her eyes beginning to die down, they both smiled and regarded each other as if neither could believe what they had just done, here in the tiny closet office in a busy hallway, on a random Thursday afternoon.