In and out...
She uttered a deep sigh of frustration as her phone rang, breaking her out of her erotic reverie. After ending the call, she stood up from her desk and paced around her small office. She glanced out the open windows, watching her colleagues as they worked away, oblivious to her dilemma—of the ache between her legs that wouldn't stop.
'Perhaps I should just go and take care of this,' she thought, hoping a quick trip into the bathroom could ease her sexual tension. It would be risky but worth it. She needed release. 'Afterwards, I'll be able to get some work completed,' she reasoned with herself. She headed off to the womens' employee bathroom and frowned as she realized it wasn't empty. Marla, her uncle's secretary, was perched on the bathroom counter, long legs crossed as she puffed away on a cigarette while chatting on her phone.
Ugh.
A few seconds later she slipped into the storage room, thankful that it had a lock. She knew it would be dangerous but at the same time, she was desperate to take care of the throbbing ache in her panties. Leaning against a shelf filled with old newspapers, she slid her hand beneath the band of her plaid skirt and delved her fingers straight into her silky panties. She was so slippery and wet, her fingers made a squishy noise as she started to pleasure herself.
Frantically she rubbed her clit, alternating thrusting her fingers into her tight wet hole. She imagined his cock and how delicious it would feel if he were pushing into her—hard and fast. In her mind, Christopher was pinning her down against the train seat, covering her body with his, her legs were locking around his waist so that he could sink deeper into her.
Ella was so caught up in her imagination that she didn't hear the gentle click of the lock, nor did she realize the door was being pushed open until it was too late.
Samuel from accounting froze, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at her. He stuttered, "Uh... uh. I didn't know... I mean. I'm sorry..." He hesitated for a moment, "I didn't know anyone was in here."
Ella gasped frantically as she pulled her hand from her panties, "Oh my god!" Her face flushed red as tears of humiliation pooled in her dark eyes, "I could die!" Her hand cupped her mouth as she gasped. "I am so embarrassed."
"No! Ella, no. It's completely my fault." He closed the door behind him quickly, "I have a key and it didn't occur to me..." He turned to face her. "I should have knocked."
"Well, why would you? Why would you knock on the supply room door? Oh, god, you must think I'm crazy!" she exclaimed as embarrassement settled into the pit of her stomach. She was mortified.
"No, no. I swear, look. Everyone does it. It's normal okay?" he said softly, trying to soothe her.
"No, it's not! Not at work. Oh my gosh!" Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I can't believe... I mean, I don't normally do stuff like this. I swear."
He wore a look of uncertainty, then nodded, as if making up his mind as he stepped closer to her.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, her liquid gaze locked with his as her heart skipped a beat.
He halted in front of her, whispering, "I'm going to prove to you that it is nothing to be ashamed of. So... I'm going to do it with you."
"What? Are you out of your mind?" She shook her head as she ran the back of her hand across her cheek, wiping away a wayward tear.
"It's natural. Everybody does it. And, don't worry, I'm not going to touch you, okay? I have a wife." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
"You're crazy," she murmured as she dropped her gaze, watching him with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. It was Samuel for crying out loud! Sam from accounting! He had a beautiful wife and two kids! How could she masturbate in front of him? With him? It was crazy. Madness! And yet, some small part of her said go for it. The damage was already done. He'd already caught her, so why not finish?
"Mmm, probably yeah, but catching you rubbing that pretty little pussy of yours has got me all distracted, so, I'm going to do something about it." He tugged his boxers down and pulled out his cock. It was already hard, long and thick, the head a deep purple. He rolled his fist around it, wetting it with his pre-cum.
She couldn't help herself. She stared at his cock with fascination.
Samuel stroked his hand down the length of his erection. "You're going to make me do this by myself? Come on, show me your pussy."
"You have a wife, remember?" she protested.
"Yup," he nodded, agreeing. "But looking never hurt anyone."
She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Her humiliation slowly dissipated as she watched his hand gliding along his cock. A sudden pang of arousal hit her, making her pussy quiver, the sensations pooled between her legs and pulsated throughout her body. She ached for release.
His breath became quicker. "Tell me what you were thinking about when you were in here."
"A guy. Christopher," she answered honestly as she watched his hand moving across his thick, veiny cock.
"What was he doing to you?" he asked in a raspy voice.
She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, thinking if she should stop him now or tell him the truth. "He was eating me out."
"Mmm, tasting that sweet juice of yours? I bet you taste good."
"And then I let him fuck me," she said with a husky tone.
"How?"
"Missionary. But on a train." Her breath was quick. Gaspy.
He grunted, "Have you ever fucked him?"
"No... I've never even talked to him."
"You should. You should let him know just how he makes you feel, how you want him to put his dick into your tight pussy." He wet his lips as he stared intently at her. "Show me how you want him to touch you."
She half-closed her eyes, unable to resist any longer. She pulled her skirt up, bunching the fabric around her hips. He gave a sound of approval as she inched her panties down, just enough to show him her shaven slit.
"Rub yourself," he commanded in a low, sexy voice.
She eased her hand between her thighs and slid her fingers across her slick lips, seeking out her clit. She whimpered a soft little sound as she applied a bit of pressure in a slow circle.
He stepped closer to her, stopping inches from her. "Would you let him fuck you now if he was here?"
"Yes. Oh fuck, yes. I want him so badly." Her heart hammered against her chest as Sam closed the space between them, his body frightfully close to hers—though she wasn't seeing him, she was imagining Christopher.
"How would you want him? Would you let him do anything he wanted?" Sam asked with raspy tone.
"Mmmhmm. Anything." She watched him, her gaze half-lidded.
Samuel's eyes were glued to her hand as she spread her lips open with one hand, using the other to stimulate her clit.
"He could have me any way he wanted. Make me do anything he wanted."
"Would you suck his cock?"
She gave a little nod of her head, imagining Christopher's cock. "Yeah, I bet he has a big cock, like yours."
He groaned, "Would you swallow his cum?"
"All of it."
"Would you let him suck on your titties while he played with your pussy?" Sam asked as he inched closer to her. She could feel the heat radiating between them, the air charged with their arousal; their scent.
She made a gaspy noise in the back of her throat, caught up in the pleasure of having this man getting off to her fantasies. She shoved her shirt up so that he could see her bra, her nipples were hard, throbbing to be touched, sucked... bitten. She moaned at the thought of it.
"I bet he would put his mouth all over them as he slid his dick into you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He darted his tongue out and licked his lower lip.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah," she moaned.
"Would you let him fuck you doggy style?"
"Yeah. I would let him fuck me in the ass too," she said in a sensually sweet voice, half moaning. She thrust her fingers into her tight hole, finger-fucking herself as she glanced down to Sam's cock now just mere inches from her pus
sy.
"I bet he'd spank your pretty little ass as he rammed his dick into you. Spank you as he fucked you hard. You like it hard? You want him to fuck you hard, baby?"
"Mmm yes, I want him to fuck me so hard. Omigod, I'm so close! I'm going to cum," she whimpered.
"Turn around," he ordered.
She turned her back to him and pulled her hair across one shoulder as she braced one hand against the shelf, the other kept between her legs. She slid two fingers into her cunt and furiously pumped in and out, imagining Christopher was fucking her from behind.
"Would you let him fuck you in the ass right now?"
"I would let him do anything he wanted to me." She could feel Sam's breath against the back of her neck, could hear him stroking his cock, hear him moaning, knowing that he was close.
He placed a hand against the shelf, just above hers. She knew that if she leaned back just a couple of inches she would feel his cock against her ass, just a few inches between fantasy and being thoroughly fucked. The idea of crossing the line between fantasy and reality sent hot chills sweeping through her.
But, she wanted Christopher and she wouldn't make a cheater out of Sam, no matter how much she was aching to feel a cock within her now. It wouldn't be fair to either of them.
"Cum with me," he whispered hotly against her ear.
Her pussy throbbed for release as she felt him cumming—felt his warm silky white fluid splattering across the small of her back, dripping down the crease of her ass and into her panties. He grunted, his breath hot on her ear and neck, his voice raspy, "Fuck I'm cumming all over you."
As she felt his cum on her skin, she gave into the delicious desire to orgasm with him. She moaned, unable to keep herself quiet despite being at work. She couldn't help it. She groaned as the most intense orgasm bloomed in the pit of her stomach and unfurled throughout her body, uncoiling like wild vines spreading across each and every nerve ending.
Breaking their vow not to touch, he pulled his hand from the shelf and cupped it over her mouth to keep her quiet while she rode out the aftershocks of orgasm, each new ripple of pleasure causing a muffled moan against his hand.
Without thinking she licked the inside of his palm and he groaned as he leaned against her from behind, intimately rubbing himself against her cum-soaked ass, "Behave," he teased, "We aren't touching, remember?"
Finally he released her and pulled away, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She could hear the rustling of fabric as he sorted himself, then the metallic drag of his zipper as he straightened his pants.
Once he was completely dressed she turned around to face him.
He glanced around quickly, averting his gaze to give her a bit of privacy as she pulled her panties up and straightened her skirt and blouse. Cleaning up would have to wait until she could get to the bathroom.
"That was certainly... " she attempted to find the words, her head still reeling. "Thank you.... I was so humiliated when you found me and well... just... thank you," she said awkwardly.
He blushed somewhat, "I didn't mean to touch you. I promised I wouldn't, but you were so loud and I thought we were going to get caught."
"Oh! No, it's okay, really. I couldn't help myself! You're pretty good at that dirty talking stuff. Like, 'oh my God' good." And, I'm going to be walking around with cum soaked panties the rest of the day because of it! A dirty little part of her thought that it was kind of hot.
He chuckled, "Anytime." But they both knew he didn't mean it. He winked at her, his hand poised on the doorknob, "Someone is out there."
As she held her breath and listened intently, she could hear people outside.
"Grab a stack of papers. We will say we're researching an article," Sam said as he grabbed something from the nearest shelf.
She followed his lead, quickly scooping a handful from the nearest stack. When the door opened, she could hear two men outside, deep in conversation. One voice belonged to her uncle. The other voice seemed vaguely familiar. She froze as she recognized the voice. His voice. How is that even possible? How could Mister Perfect be here?
As Christopher and her Uncle stepped into the storage room, both parties looked at each other with equal surprise. Sam spoke first, addressing Ella's uncle with a respectful nod of his head. "Mr Lockabe." Ella's uncle returned the nod as Sam extended his hand to Ella's mysterious man from the train. "Sam Gentry," he offered in greeting.
"Christopher Marks," he replied, then glanced to Ella as if waiting for her to supply her name.
"Oh, sorry... Ella Lockabe."
"My niece, but that's not the only reason she's working here. She's a damn good research assistant and she's helped on several articles," her uncle said defensively.
Christopher merely nodded as if unimpressed, "I see." He looked glanced around the storage room with disbelief, "And this is where you do your research?"
"Just a storage room. We were gathering up some material for an article she's working on," Sam said smoothly.
"What column do you write?"
"I mostly do research," she blushed.
"But everyone around here submits," her Uncle said, oblivious of the tension charging the air. "Ready to finish the tour?"
Christopher nodded and the pair of them started down the long corridor and disappeared around a corner.
"Christopher," Sam muttered. "What are the odds that'd be our newest investor's name?"
Ella paled. "Investor?"
Sam nodded, "Wait a minute. Investor Christopher is train Christopher?"
She nodded sheepishly, her cheeks burned hotly.
He let out a low whistle, "Man. Can this day get any weirder?"
*
After work she'd met Cauly and her best friend Nina for drinks. Over a pitcher of margaritas, she confessed the entire ordeal.
"So, you think he knows what you did with Sam?" Cauly asked.
"Oh, he knew something happened. I could see it on his face!" She trailed her fingertip absently around the rim of her glass as she sighed gloomily.
"Even if he does suspect something, it's not like it's any of his business," consoled Nina. "He doesn't even know you, really."
Ella frowned, "Of course he doesn't know me, that's the problem! Now he must think I'm some kind of slut who fucks around with married men in the supply room!"
"Maybe he likes sluts!" Cauly teased as he wiggled his tongue at her then leaned in to kiss her cheek. "How can anyone not like you, you're adorable!"
Nina chimed in, "Exactly! Mister Fancy Pants will see that in time, I bet. Do you know if he is going to be a silent investor or one of those there all the time busy-bodies?"
Ella winced, her cheeks tinged pink from embarrassement. "From the rumors I heard today, I think he will be there quite a bit."
"See! It's your chance to get to know him!"
"I don't think he wants to get to know me," she moaned pitifully. "Why did today have to happen. Why?"
Cauly stroked her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Cheer up love, tomorrow can't get any worse."
*
Trying to sleep was impossible despite the alcohol lulling her into a relaxed state. She'd had one too many drinks earlier, and when she made it back to her apartment she'd fallen across her bed with a drunken groan. It took all of her effort just to wiggle out of her clothing and pull on a nightshirt to sleep in.
She tossed and turned, tangled up in her sheets as she replayed the humiliating scene of Christopher catching her coming out of the supply room with Sam.
She tucked one hand behind her head and slid the other across her stomach, bunching up the fabric of her thin night shirt. Tomorrow would be awkward, certainly, but she couldn't help but be thrilled by the fact that Christopher would probably be there.
'Perhaps I'll run into him on the elevator,' she thought.
The fantasy took hold quickly. They would both board the elevator at the same time followed by a few others. With a crowd in front of them, they would be forced towa
rds the back. He'd be behind her, inches from her and then the doors would open again and another person or two would get on, forcing her to take a step back. She'd bump into him and feel him pressed against her from behind.
Mmmm, she'd feel him hard against her ass. She would wiggle in response, and he would grind against her.
"Don't turn around," he would whisper against her ear as he'd touch her, his hands would roam across her ass and then slide beneath her skirt.
Oh god! She was desperate she was to feel his touch!
She writhed across her bed thinking about how his hand would glide around to the front of her. He'd tease her across the top of her little red panties then delve his fingers into her wetness beneath the damp satin fabric.
She slid her hand down beneath her panties and imagined it to be his fingers touching her. She worked herself into a frenzy as she let the scene play out in her mind. He'd ease his fingers between her slicked pussy lips and fondle her clit while she stood there, helpless to do anything to stop him—not that she'd ever want to.
"Christopher," she moaned his name as she neared climax, soaking her fingers with her juices. She wanted to hear his voice.
'Call him,' she thought to herself.
It would be too easy to call him and climax while listening to his sexy voice on his voice mail. She'd gotten Christopher's number earlier in the day when she was looking for something on her uncle's desk. His phone just happened to be there and she just 'happened' to come across Christopher's number saved on it. He would never know it was her—she had a land line after all. She could block the number and just call and hear his yummy voice.
"Oh my god I'm such a stalker!" she said outloud.
"Who cares? You'll get to hear his yummy voice," she argued with herself.
She shifted around on the bed and pulled the phone onto the mattress beside her. She dialed his number while telling herself she was pathetic for memorizing it already.
She flicked her fingertip across her clit as his phone rang. She worked her sensitive little nub harder causing delicious waves to pulse throughout her body. Just as she was about to cum she heard his voice.
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