Caught in the Act
She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Leaning against the sink with one hand, her clingy purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was slid into her panties. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard the door open, but before she could say anything, I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.
Our office has two bathrooms, one by the front desk, and one down the hall that we share with some other businesses in the building. It’s a bit further away, so most people don’t use it. Apparently, I’m not the only one who appreciates a bit of privacy at times.
When I turned back around from the door, she was pulling her dress back down. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly mortified to have been caught in the act. She started to explain how she thought the door was locked, but her voice trailed off when I pulled her hand up and licked her finger. I could taste her pussy, and her breath caught as I sucked on her finger.
I stepped closer, pushing the small of her back up against the sink. She was about the same height as me, and I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. One leg pressing between her thighs, she let out a little moan. I brushed her hair aside and started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck, working my way up to her ear, and she ran her fingers through my hair.
I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed her tits, and she squirmed, rubbing her crotch against my thigh. I licked around the edge of her ear, back down her throat and nibbled on her collarbone. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and slid my fingers into her hair, which made her shiver.
Feeling the pressure of my growing erection against her hip, she pressed more firmly against me and quietly breathed my name in my ear. I leaned back, keeping our bodies pressed together, but looking her in the eyes. She licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.
“Why don’t we finish what you were doing when I came in here?” I said. She nodded, and I grabbed her hips and turned her back around. She leaned against the sink again as I pulled her skirt back up over her hips. I knelt down as I slid her panties around her ankles and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. Spreading her cheeks a bit, I licked the length of her already wet pussy, and plunged my tongue into her, tasting her cream.
Sitting back, I licked my lips, enjoying a moment of anticipation. Then I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her cunt was tight around my fingers, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. I pushed forward, and then started to slowly slide my fingers in and out. At the same time, I reached forward with my other hand to grab her hand. I brought it back between her thighs and she started to rub her clit.
I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my boxers around my ankles. I stroked my hard-on with my left hand while my right continued to finger her. She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breathing rapidly. Her back was arched, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I could faintly see the remainder of last summer’s tan line on her ass.
Quickly, I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbed her wetness around the head of my cock, and then leaned forward, plunging into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her cunt squeeze and then loosen around me.
For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft, and feeling her fingers tickle my balls as she frantically rubbed her clit. I knew this wouldn’t last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on, and before long I was plunging in and out of her as quickly as I could.
Her pussy kept opening and closing around me, alternately gaping so I could really only feel her lips sliding along my shaft, and then suddenly squeezing tight around me so that I could feel every bit of her wrapped hotly around the head of my cock.
She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name, telling me to fuck her, and simply moaning into her arm. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her, but I held tightly onto her hips, and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.
After a minute, she relaxed, leaned back down and moaned deeply. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her now soaking wet pussy with quick, deep thrusts. She reached down between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls, and started gently rubbing them with each push.
“Oh my god, I just came so hard,” she breathed, looking up and making eye contact with me in the mirror. “Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me…”
With all this encouragement, it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar building sensation deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, and then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips tightly and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.
For a minute, we just stood there like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both laughed. Leaning back against me, she reached her arms back around my head and sighed happily.
Afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to work like nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again, but I think about it every time she walks past my desk — especially when she’s wearing that purple skirt.