Jennifer and I had been fucking every Monday and Thursday mornings, more or less, with the occasional Friday thrown in for good measure. Sometimes I would find a reason to pull her into my office, where she would blow me from under the desk. But our sex had always been confined to my office, where we could shut and lock the door. Up until the day in the file room.
I was coming back from the bathroom, crossing back into our department, when I saw the door to our storage and file room open a jar. I pushed the door open and poked my head in. Jennifer was up on a chair, reaching for something in an elevated cabinet but not quite reaching it. She wore a knee-length skirt and one of her appropriately-corporate yet sexy blouses. Her legs were brown and muscled. Jennifer was blessed with the sweetest thighs I'd ever laid my mouth on.
"Can I help you?" I said. She cried out in surprise, then smiled as she realized it was me.
"That would be lovely," she said. She climbed off the chair and walked to me, putting her hand on my chest in a familiar way. I smiled and peeled away from her and stepped up on the chair and reached up into the cabinet, pulling down the toner cartridge she'd been reaching for. She smiled as I climbed off the chair and handed it to her. She took it, set it down on a stack of boxes next to her, then went to the door, which was still ajar. She peeked out into the hall, apparently seeing no one, then pushed the door closed.
"There's no lock," she said.
"We'll have to be fast," I said. With that I reached for her and yanked her in close. She was light and I could move her around easily. I pulled her up to me and we kissed, my mouth swirling with the sensation of her tongue and her hot breath. My hands were quick, sliding down to her hips, then under her skirt. I found she wasn't wearing panties—you never knew with Jennifer. I wasted no time, finding her pussy was already wet. I traced my middle finger along her wet slit before pushing the head of my finger through. Once I'd split her open I found a reservoir of wetness. She closed her eyes and seemed to fall into me. I knew I'd been given complete control to ravish her, and right quick.
There were boxes of xerox paper stacked all over. I chose one of the stacks, bending Jennifer over it and flipping up her skirt to expose her ass and shimmering pussy lips. I put my nose in her ass crack and my mouth on her cunt and breathed her in, my tongue pushed between her pussy. She cried out in surprise. I licked her asshole and ran my tongue up her ass crack. She squealed again. This time I slapped her pink ass for it.
"You need to be quiet or someone's going to walk in on us," I hissed into her ear. I unbuckled my pants and dropped them, with boxers, to my ankles. My dick was full and hard and ready to go. I rubbed the pink handprint on her ass, then came around and stuck my dick into her pussy, spreading open the mouth of her with my dick and stopping there. Jennifer caught her breath just before the squeal got loose. I rewarded her for her silence, slipping the rest of me into her. This time she couldn't help it, moaning deeply. I raised my hand again and came down on her ass, feeling as her tight ass vibrated against my pelvis.
"Quiet!" I whispered. She took hold of the paper box underneath her, stablizing her position. I pulled out of her then thrust back in with a suppressed grunt. She was plenty ready for me by now. I put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip and really gave it to her, pistoning in and out. At first I spanked her for her moaning, but soon we were both in our own world. Neither of us heard the door opening or saw our co-worker slip in and shut the door behind her, not until she spoke to us.
