She called him at the office.
"Meet me at the coffee house in 15," she ordered sweetly, then hung up the phone. He held his phone in his hand for a moment before placing it back on his desk.
It was two o'clock and his coworkers were still in their after-lunch lull.
"How about some coffee on me?" He offered, precipitating his escape.
Henry got on the elevator, pressing the L button harder than necessary. His hand tapped a nervous rhythm against his pant leg. He was alone in the elevator but felt like he was being watched. His anxiety built up as the elevator descended from the twentieth floor. The doors opened upon the lobby and he was temporarily blinded by the sunshine streaming through tall glass windows. It felt more reassuring than the fluorescence of the elevator, providing him a momentary burst of courage.
Henry walked hastily to the coffee shop down the street. It had opened a month ago and quickly became a favorite. The seating area was populated with plush leather chairs and dark wooden tables with rustic iron legs. The countertop was a beautiful slab of hardwood and, combined with the dim lighting, provided a cozy ambiance to the shop. The details extended to the bathrooms where a large mirror in an ornate wooden frame hung above the sink and countertop, complemented by the roughly hewn iron sconces on the wall.
He spied Elena sitting in the chair closest to the women's bathroom. Her legs were crossed tightly, her hand fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Henry knew she was already wet from the idea of what they were doing. He'd seen her cross her legs that way, thinking it would help her control her desires, the attempt at feigned chastity lost.
She glanced up as he walked by, signaling that the bathroom was unoccupied with a nod. He walked into the women's bathroom briskly, hoping no one had noticed, trying to release the remaining anxiety. A moment later, she entered and locked the door behind her.
Henry pressed Elena up against the locked door, forcefully kissing her. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her panties followed. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his erection from his boxers. They each stepped out of the clothes gathered at their ankles, kicking them to the side without breaking their embrace. They'd perfected that move after months of harried after-work sex, neither wanting to stop long enough to get properly undressed.
Elena massaged Henry's balls in her hands as his mouth traveled to her neck, leaving a warm trail of kisses. He nibbled on her shoulder as he quickly undid the buttons on her blouse and allowed his mouth to wander to the tops of her breasts.
Elena enjoyed being pressed up against the hard wooden door as she felt Henry's tongue trail along her breasts. His hands pulled her bra down and he lowered his mouth to her nipple, gently biting one then the other She stroked his dick, wanting to feel more of it. She pushed against him and turned, forcing him up against the door.
Elena crouched down and took the head of his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she ran her nails down his inner thigh. He moaned with pleasure, leaning back on the door, as she took each of his balls in her mouth while stroking his shaft.
Elena had a double motive. The mid-day quickie was incentive of its own, however she wanted Henry to agree to have sex in public places more often. It had taken weeks to convince him that they wouldn't get caught in the coffee shop and she wanted to make sure it would be so exciting she could suggest a fitting room or park rendezvous next. She knew all the little things he enjoyed and planned to put as many into action as she could.
