By the time he arrived, the room was pretty much full and he had to sit near the back. The presentation itself hadn't actually begun - microphone problems. Typical. Making his way to an empty seat, he easily spotted Rekha in the crowd. She was such a stunning beauty. Long, straight black hair that went most of the way down her back. A narrow waist and great legs. Smooth, soft dusky skin. Dark eyes that he loved to stare into when they made love or even just talked. Multiple piercings in her ears and even a tiny gold hoop in one nostril made her a total knockout. She was just so completely unique.
Just before he sat down, he saw her turn and catch his eyes. She smiled apologetically, as if she had tried and failed to save him a seat. It was a difficult thing, their office romance. So far, no one knew about it. At least not at work. The fact that they worked together wasn't so much of a problem, not really. It was a big company, and this was a big site, and they didn't even work in remotely related parts of the company. The problem was Rekha. Neil was single, but Rekha was married. And if people at work found out, it would hurt their reputations, no matter what the explanation.
Even from where he sat, Neil could tell what shirt she was wearing. It was a blue shirt with a low cut lace neckline that showed off her cleavage while still remaining work appropriate. He loved that shirt on her. He should, since he had bought it for her. She always complained about how she wished her breasts were bigger, but Neil had no such complaints. If he was being honest, they weren't the biggest he had ever felt, but it hardly mattered. Their soft curves fit his hands so perfectly, their flawless brown skin and small dark nipples that grew so hard in his mouth. Just thinking about them got him hard, making him squirm in his seat.
Trying to turn his mind to something else, he tried to follow along with the presentation, but it was so incredibly boring. Almost immediately his thoughts turned back to Rekha, soft lips wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushed into her throat as she stared up at him. Her dark cheeks caved in as she sucked, drawing back on his pale dick.
Fuck. I need her. Now!
Crossing, uncrossing, and crossing his legs again, Neil sat, desperate for this meeting to end. Scanning the room, he caught sight of Rekha, their eyes meeting again, longer this time. Taking a chance he looked right at her, raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the door.
Rekha's eyes widened in surprise and, Neil assumed, a bit of mirth. She probably thought he was just joking, but his mounting desire was no joke. Nodding once more, he stood up and excused himself, walking briskly to the door. Before exiting the auditorium, he looked back once more, directly into Rekha's eyes, and then turned and walked out.
Out in the hallway, he walked down past the dull landscapes hanging on the walls, turned the corner and waited. It felt like he waited forever, his heart pounding in his chest. Would she actually follow him?
But it wasn't that long before he heard the click-clack of heels on the hard floor and then Rekha rounded the corner. Grabbing her in his arms he kissed her, her mouth opening eagerly to accept his tongue, his mouth accepting her tongue in return.
They didn't allow it to last long though, and breaking the kiss he whispered to her, "Come on."
Practically dragging her, Neil made his way to the men's restroom.
"Neil, should we really be doing this?" she asked, her voice excited and nervous at once as she tried to keep up in her black knee-high heeled boots.
"It's part of the fun, isn't it?" he said with a grin.
Her brilliant smile in return was the only affirmation he needed. Entering the men's room, he checked that it was clear before waving her in. Shoving her into the first stall, he locked the door behind him and the two resumed their kiss.
It was longer this time, more passionate, but just as needy. His hands held her face, while one of hers went around his neck and the other rubbed up and down the hard shaft hidden in his khakis. By the time their kiss came to an end, they were both moaning without concern of who might hear.
Breaking the kiss he looked in her dark eyes, smiling down at her, and she smiled up at him.
"Remember to keep it quiet," he whispered. Normally, Rekha was quite the screamer, another trait he loved. But that wouldn't do here.
Then, turning her around he pushed her forward so she had to grip the lid of the toilet tank to keep her balance. Without a word, she spread her dark toned legs, black heels firmly on the ground. Reaching down, Neil lifted her black skirt, pushing it up to her waist to display a set of frilly red panties. They weren't thongs, but they left most of her round ass on display.
Leaning down, he kissed her firm globes as he lowered her panties to her knees, stretching them between her legs. Kissing his way inward, he reached her bare pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips. Rekha moaned, and in response he squeezed her ass, reminding her to be quiet.
Turning his head slightly, Neil ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her growing arousal as it began to coat the tip of his tongue. Her knees buckled, making Rekha bounce slightly as he ran his tongue up her slit and then continued higher. Spreading her ass cheeks with his hands, he pulled his tongue back just as it reached the edge of her tight puckered hole.
"Oh, you tease!" she hissed at him, before gasping when his tongue found its way back to her slit. Pushing in deeper this time, his tongue parted her wet lips, played with her delicate inner lips and then pressed onward delving deep into her pussy.
Kneeling down behind her, his tongue buried inside her, Neil felt her grind and rock back against his tongue trying desperately to get more of him inside her. Grinning, he pulled back, lightly bit her ass, and pressed two fingers deep inside her cunt. His thumb grazed across her swollen clit before reaching the patch of short dark hair that she kept neatly trimmed just above her sex.
Bringing his hand back some, he toyed with her clit, making her fuck back harder against his hand as he spread her ass cheeks again with one hand. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue in circles around the tight hole of her ass. Around and around, careful to only occasionally run the tip over the center, teasing her asshole with his tongue as he pounded his fingers into her wet pussy and roughly rubbing her aching clit.
"Oh, fuck, Neil," she whispered harshly. "I need you inside me."
Gripping her ass tighter, he stopped moving his other hand, but leaving his fingers pushed in as deeply as they could go. Then he pressed his tongue against her ass, feeling it pulse and begin to open for him before he withdrew and stood up.
****
Rekha couldn't believe how wet she was. Neil always got her good and wet, but it still amazed her every time. She moaned slightly in disappointment as his fingers suddenly left her body; she hated the feeling of emptiness left behind in their wake. Even though she knew it was necessary for what she really wanted.
But even with his fingers gone, everything about the situation was driving her crazy. The risk of fucking at work, but even more the absolute naughtiness of the situation. Here she was, in the men's restroom, bent over the toilet, hands grasping the cold porcelain tank, skirt hiked up to her waist, panties at her knees, waiting for a man who wasn't even her husband to fill her wet pussy with his fat cock. And there she waited, and waited. At least, it felt like an eternity.
"Come on, love, not the time to tease," she pleaded.
She could hear him chuckle behind her, the sound making her body quiver. Then she felt it, small and wet, pushing at her asshole. Biting her lower lip, she arched her back and pushed back trying to force the wet finger into her backside. But Neil refused to do more than tease, pulling back before pushing in all the way.
Then she heard the slow zip of Neil opening his pants and she began to pant with anticipation. She couldn't wait, this is what she needed, to be fucked hard and fast. Rekha brought her head up, dark hair rubbing across her face as she looked skyward as the swollen head of Neil's erection ran over her wet slit. Pushing down and back, her pussy lips split, eagerly accepting his cock.
With one slow push, she felt half of his length press into her, filling her in a way that his fingers never could. She couldn't wait for him to fill her, to stretch her wide open. To feel him swell inside her before pumping her full of his seed.
Oh no!
Turning as best she could she reached back to get his attention, looking back at his lust filled and determined face through a curtain of her own black hair.
"Neil, wait. Stop," she hissed. "I went off the pill baby, you can't..."
"I know," he interrupted. "Steven emailed me yesterday. Told me you guys were trying."
