A Lunch Hour with a Difference

Another day.

Another tiring day.

It had been a week since the night with that man in hotel, although to her it had seemed like months ago already. A week since she had her body ravaged by him, a week since she'd spent the night in a seemingly never-ending string of climaxes.

In the days since, she'd been distracted almost every minute of the day, even when she was at work with plenty to keep her occupied. She would talk to people, she would focus on documents, but it was all a front - in her head she was reliving the events, and deep inside her body was, on more than occasion, bordering on reliving the orgasms he gave her. She'd managed just about to keep her mind under control in her place of work, but that expired as soon as she walked in the door of her own home, where she would fling herself on the bed and thrust her hands into her underwear, trying to recreate his touch, his urgency, his strength.

She would shake, she would come, but it would not even half satisfy the urge she had to be taken by him again.

And then she'd be back at work the next day, distracted, tired....

During one of these distracted moments she looked up from her work, and realised it was time for lunch. She made her way down the corridor, and passed the building's reception area. Typically she would walk up the stairs at this point to the cafeteria, but she suddenly couldn't. Her entire body had froze.

He was sitting in reception. Just like in the hotel bar, he was there looking to watch her arrive.

Her heart shot up ten fold. 'What the fuck is he doing here... I work here?!' She thought. He was gazing at her again with those same eyes, and she suddenly realised she was staring back with her mouth open.

Unbelievably, just as she'd fantasised each night with her fingers and with multiple different toys, he did exactly what he'd done the week before. He stood up, kept his eyes locked with hers, and started walking away in the opposite direction - without saying a word. There was only one thing down that corridor, she thought - the staff toilets.

Suddenly her mind didn't react, her mind didn't make any decisions - her body did. Her body made the call to walk down the corridor after him, her body was what made her almost break into a sprint as she knew what his plan would be.

Sure enough, she followed him into the women's toilets. If she wasn't already completely under his spell, this bold and brave move of his definitely secured it. There was nobody in there - although she barely checked herself, as soon as she was in she simply pushed him backwards into the first available cubicle and locked the door, a struggle given how sweaty her palms already were.

She turned, and before he could take the lead, pushed him back so he collapsed on the seat.

"Now this is my turn."

He didn't look that shocked at the reversal in roles; his confidence again both infuriated and seduced her in equal measures.

It was her turn to move quickly now. She straddled his lap, rested her weight on him, and instantly their lips met, as she explored with her tongue and ran her fingers through his hair. Unsurprisingly, she could already feel through her underwear that he was rock solid. Less surprisingly, she was already soaking, and started grinding against it - it felt exactly as she remembered.

He wrestled with the buttons on her blouse, eager to feel her skin again. She didn't stop him - she wanted the control, but more important than that she was desperate for his touch. Instead she undid his belt whilst he worked at her blouse, and plunged her hand inside, feeling the cock that she had climaxed on just the week before.

Suddenly the cold air was on her nipple - he'd almost ripped the bra in peeling it away from her flesh, and his mouth moved from her lips to her bare breast. He sucked, he teased, he licked, he nibbled.... with one hand she was grabbing his head and pulling her into him, and with the other she gripped his cock and stroked it up and down, which only made him moan into her breast.

His moan made her want him inside her, instantly. She reached down, pulled her drenched knickers to the side, and sat down on his full length. He fitted beautifully, and she gasped.

He released her breast from his lips and rolled his head back as he savoured the feeling of the grip her pussy had on him. She had time to smirk - looks like she wasn't the only one to have been craving this during the week, she thought.

She picked herself up and drove back down on him. She did it again. Her pencil skirt was by now raised right up around her thighs, and her stiletto heels were skating on the floor as she bounced again and again on his rock hard dick.

She steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest. He hadn't even taken his shirt off - unlike last time, this was animalistic fucking, but almost fully clothed. She leant back as she fully enjoyed his cock inside of her, and he grabbed her ass with both hands, his fingers digging into her skin and very nearly being the thing that tipped her over the edge.

Then, much like the hotel room, he suddenly changed positions. She couldn't fathom if she appreciated this or not - but she didn't have time to consider it. He lifted her up off his waist, stood them both up, and pushed her against one wall of the cubicle, face first. He came up fast behind her, and with ease, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and ploughed deep inside her.

She struggled not to pass out from how much she enjoyed his domination. She had wanted so bad to fuck him, but being fucked was so much better, she selfishly thought. He was that good.

Lust took over, he rammed into her again and again from behind, holding her hips and then, just to tease, he grabbed her hair... she tipped her head back as he pounded her, and that's when he decided it was time to tip her over the edge. He moved the other hand round her front to feel her clit. With his finger in the one place she'd been using to lust after him all week, she couldn't believe how quickly the orgasm came - she instantly clamped down on his cock, and tried not to scream... this orgasm was strong and intense, but then she felt him flood her inside, his strong cock twitching as he shot inside her. With this feeling deep inside, she couldn't help but to cry out. She didn't care who heard.

He slowed down his thrusts, and slowly pulled out. She turned round to face him, and they leant against the walls of the cubicle, surveying their work. They were breathless, they were panting, they were sweaty. His trousers were around his ankles, his cock soaked and swollen. Her skirt was a mess, her hair disheveled, her breasts still exposed, her thighs red and wet.

She took a look at the cock standing upright in front of her, covered in her juices, and took a look at her watch. She realised that not only did she have 30 mins left of her lunch, but that all of a sudden she had a desperate desire to lick and suck that cock clean and dry.