Pinky Surprise

Seven Minutes In Heaven

We had been flirting all evening, and as the party wore on, things started getting more adventurous. The host was moving soon, and clearly wasn’t going to be happy until the party turned into some sort of orgy. He had been liberal with drinks and weed all evening, and we weren’t the only couple building up towards an obvious conclusion.

Eventually some variation of strip-poker / spin-the-bottle / truth-or-dare started up, and it wasn’t long until most of us were naked or nearly so. She was down to a black thong with wide pink lace trim, and I was completely naked. Most of the guys in the circle were at least semi-hard, depending on how much attention had been focussed on them recently. The host had two girls, one on each side, each giggling and trying to distract him by doing interesting things while he kept the game going.

Eventually, the bottle landed on her, and the host announced that her dare was seven minutes in heaven, the old teenage kissing-in-the-closet party game. She smiled and pointed to me and walked towards the bedroom.

“WAIT!” bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the first one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down.

The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn’t private, but we weren’t the center of attention, either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and started sucking my cock.

“Hey!” I protested, half-heartedly, “that’s cheating! You can’t get me ready to cum like that!”

A roar of laughter came from the host and the few members of the party who weren’t already breaking away to start their own action. She released my cock with a wet pop, slid her panties off before climbing on top of me.

“All’s fair,” she grinned, and then lowered herself onto my cock. I groaned as her pussy wrapped around my head, and she laughed “This is going to be easier than I thought!”

I breathed carefully and calmed myself. She wasn’t moving, I noticed, and she was wet enough that I had slid easily into her.

“I dunno, seems like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go.”

“Hey, boy, I’ve got self-control. I bet you jerk off every night. You’re gonna cum first.”

“You think about me jerking off a lot, do you?”

“Ha! No, I usually think about the soccer team before slipping into bed with my vibrator.”

My cock twitched inside her.

“Oh, you like that thought, do you? Well, let me tell you all about it. I watch the soccer team practice sometimes, and I sit in the stands, squeezing my legs together, leaning forward to put pressure on my clit, and just admiring their legs. Then when I get home, sometimes I find I’ve creamed all over my panties. On those nights, I go to bed naked.”

My cock swelled again and she rolled her hips, causing a wave of pleasure.

“I usually spend awhile just touching my body, playing with my tits. Sometimes if I’m in the right mood, I can get off just by squeezing my nipples.” As she said this, she pulled on her nipples, both right at my eyeline. I put my hands on her hips as she rocked again, and I groaned, feeling my cock slip deeper inside her.

“When I really want to get down to business, I get out my vibrator. It’s just a little pocket rocket, but it’s got this little textured head, and when I press it against my clit, I can feel it in my toes. I lie on my back, and spread my legs, with my clit buzzing and imagine a guy pressing on top of me.” As she said this, she leaned forward, pressing her breast against my face. I tried to think calm, non sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right above my ear, her breath husky.

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm… but sometimes I need more, and I roll over onto my stomach. One arm under me, keeping pressure on my clit, and with the other I reach behind me. I need that pressure inside, that feeling of being filled. I’ll get up on my knees and rock back and forth, thrusting two even three fingers inside from behind…” She was full-on humping me now, grinding my cock deeper into her, arms wrapped around my head, thighs wrapped around my legs, pulling me, moaning in my ear.

“Every now and then, when it’s really good, and I’m working my clit and fucking myself I feel this extra release and I g…” before she could finish this though, I reached behind her and slid my hand down her ass. Finding the root of my cock already filling her, I pulled my fingers back up, and slid a finger into her ass, the opening already wet and slick, offering no resistance.

She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy and asshole suddenly tighten, clamping down on my cock and finger. The extra sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned and pushed upward, my cock pumping inside her as I came, her pussy twitching and spasming around me. She stiffened when she felt me cum and gripped my shoulder hard, clearly pushed over the edge as well.

After a second, I eased my finger out of her ass, and she moaned happily in my ear.

“Who won?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I think we both did,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear.

The Joys of Modern Technology

I clicked the green button, and suddenly her video window was there on my desktop. She held up her phone for me to see, gave it a kiss, and then winked at me as she reached down between her legs with the phone.

She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a button-up white shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew that her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to her workplace. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office.

I tested our situation immediately by sending a text to her phone. After a second, I didn’t hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera.

“God, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I’m going to have to be careful,” she typed into our chat window.

“I’m going to keep you jumping all day,” I replied.

True to my word, I would send her a text every 15 or 20 minutes. She had agreed to keep her phone under her skirt, pressed against her clit all day. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing.

Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her and I quickly sent a text. She didn’t bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that.

She would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun.

As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I sent several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let her phone ring once or twice. The longer vibration from the calls would usually leave her slightly flushed and biting her lip.

Around 4, her boss walked in to discuss something. After a second, I sent a text.

No reaction. I sent two more texts.

Still no reaction. She was nodding patiently as her boss kept talking.

I dailed her phone and let it ring once… twice… three times… FOUR times… voice mail. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her breathing quicken towards the end.

I wait a second and dial again. Once more, it rings four times and goes to voice mail. She seems to be trying even harder to avoid reacting, sitting primly, with her hands folded in her lap.

I give her a moment’s respite, and then dial again. While it’s ringing her boss walks out and she immediately turns to her computer and looks at me through the camera. “Please,” she mouths silently.

I hang up. She takes a ragged breath and closes her eyes, centering herself, and I dial again.

I small whimper escapes her lips and she grips the desk on either side of her keyboard tightly. Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply as it rings and rings between her thighs.

As I hear her voice mail prompt start again, she stands, smooths her clothes down, grabs her phone and walks away.

10 minutes later, I get a text: “Had to go to the bathroom. Panties soaked. Took them off. Be home in 30 minutes.”

I grinned, closed my laptop and walked out of my office to follow her home.

Unexpected Birthday Present

She was dating my cousin when they both came to my birthday party. She was wearing a patchwork hippie skirt and a tight gray tanktop with no bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and I had been checking her out all night. She must have been aware, because she caught me alone in the hallway. We had barely met, and had probably spoken ten words to each other, but the tension was heavy in the air.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she said. I forget what I said back — probably something lame about how we had just met, but she leaned closer and insisted that she wouldn’t feel right without giving me something. My cock was already straining at my pants, swelling at the implications.

“You’re dating my cousin… I can’t do anything…” I pleaded lamely. She frowned and started to lean away when I was struck with inspiration: “Let me taste you.”

“I thought we couldn’t do anything?” she purred.

“We don’t have to do anything… Just slip your finger into your pussy and let me taste you.” I had never felt so bold.

She leaned back against the wall and stared at me for a moment. For a long second I was afraid she was going to leave, disappointed that I couldn’t follow her lead, but then she slowly traced one hand down her chest, starting between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and then under the waistband of her skirt. I watched her reach lower, and then bite her lip and inhale.

She leaned forward and brought her hand up to my face. She teased me for a moment, letting me see her middle finger was glistening wet, before she ran it along my bottom lip and into my mouth. I cought a brief whiff of her scent, and then sucked on her finger. She gasped a little as I sucked and licked, cleaning all traces of her wetness.

“Now, what are you going to give me?” she asked when I released her.

“I thought that was a birthday present?” I asked?

“Well, maybe my birthday is coming up soon. It wouldn’t be fair for you not to give me something after I gave you something so… personal.”

I hesitated for a second, and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I was terrified that someone would find us, but my cock was already rock-hard, and it popped out of my boxers. She leaned back against the wall and watched eagerly as I stroked my shaft, teasing the head. In just a few seconds, there was a glistening pearl of precum on the tip. I carefully rubbed my thumb over it, coating it, and then leaned forward and brought my thumb to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and sucking deeply before letting it slip back out.

She smiled, wiped her lips, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she said as she walked back to the party.

Meeting Tease

The room was crowded, and the meeting was long and boring. I reclined in my chair and looked around the room. Most of my coworkers were seated at the long conference table along with me. There weren’t enough seats, so anyone who showed up too late to sit were standing around the perimeter of the conference room. A few had hopped up on the counter running the length of one wall.

As my eyes scanned across, I realized that I was looking straight up Tricia’s dress. She was wearing an orange sundress that ended above her knees. Her legs were just barely parted, and I couldn’t quite see anything, but I couldn’t help trying. As if she sensed me looking, she suddenly crossed her legs, and I looked away, continuing my sweep around the room, though I was no longer really looking.

As our boss droned on, my attention kept drifting back to her legs. I was praying she would shift, or cross her legs the other way, and I would catch a glimpse. For what seemed like an eternity, I kept stealing quick glances to my left… and it was perhaps inevitable I would get caught.

As I glanced over one more time, I realized she was looking straight at me. Quickly, guiltily, I met her eyes, expecting anger. Instead, I found an amused look on her face, and then she slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs. For a moment, before she recrossed them, her legs spread a bit wider than she needed to, and I saw all the way up her thighs to a pair of black mesh panties.

I felt an immediate surge between my legs, and then the moment was over, as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were back on our boss, her legs crossed as through nothing had happened. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to focus.

Cumming in the Dressing Room

While no one was looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room with her. We were at one of the more upscale clothing stores at the mall, where the dressing rooms are in a little hallway, and have full-length doors. We weren’t exactly isolated, but no one could see us, and if we were quiet, probably no one would bother us. I had been following her around the mall all morning, and I had been getting pretty bored, but as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me, I realized that she had really just been looking for the right dressing room.

“You’re crafty,” I whispered, and in reply she told me to sit down and watch. I sat down on the bench, and she hung up the clothes she had grabbed to get us into the dressing room. Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while she started undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that snugly fit around her c-cup breasts. Her tan skirt was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees, and she was wearing her boots with the big heels that brought her almost to my height.

Unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she slipped it off, leaving her standing in a thin white tank-top, through which I could clearly see her bra. It was also white, mostly satin with some decorative lace bits on the straps. She turned around to hang up her shirt, and I admired the way her hips swayed back and forth in the skirt.

As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head, and I looked her up and down. Dropping the tank top to the floor, she cupped her tits again, this time biting her lip slightly as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple.

I moved to stand up, and she shook her head, and then slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of her skirt. As it opened, I could see she was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra. When she turned around and slipped her skirt off, I could see it was a thong. I reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. This was starting to turn me on.

Hanging her skirt on the hook with her shirt, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing just her boots, bra and thong, she stepped forward and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head. When she bent over to unbutton my pants, I kicked my shoes off, and helped her slide my pants down around my ankles, so I could kick them off too.

As she straightened up, she lightly ran her hand along my cock, straining against my boxers, and then stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass while I quickly peeled my socks off.

Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, which she slipped off and let fall to the floor. Turning back, she had her hands covering her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lightly. Then she ran her hands up into her hair, and I felt my cock get harder at the sight of her dark pink nipples, erect and rising from her areola, crinkled and contracted to the size of a quarter.

As she watched, I pulled my boxers down, and started slowly stroking my cock. She looked pleased, and quickly bent over, wrapping her lips around my head. The feel of her tongue on my skin and the sight of her breasts hanging free caused my erection to swell, and she moaned quietly in response.

With one final swirl of her tongue, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, she stood up again. Turning away from me, she began sliding her thong down with exaggerated slowness. Bending over as she went, making sure I had a clear view of her ass and pussy. She was ready for me. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could see that she was soaking wet.

Before she could step out of her underwear, I stood up, still stroking my cock with one hand. I grabbed her hip with the other and with one quick movement, plunged deep into her cunt.

I heard a startled intake of breath from her, and then she grabbed her ankles and rocked back, pushing me deeper inside. I squeezed her hips, and holding her tightly, started fucking her in the dressing room.

Bent over like that, her pussy was tight around me, so it was hard to stay quiet. Judging from her ragged breathing, it wasn’t easy for her either, but other than a muffled squeak or moan every now and then, the only sound was a quiet slurping.

After a few minutes, she let go of her ankles and turned around to lean against the bench. I swiveled with her, and resumed fucking her right away. Looking down, I could see some of her pussy cream around the base of my shaft, which turned me on even more. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Her head was hanging down, her lips open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her body.

She was tightly gripping the bench with one hand, but was reaching up between her legs with the other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up, and I tried to match my speed to her hand, which I could feel tickling my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was hoping she was getting close when all of a sudden I felt her body tense. I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were wide open, staring right at me. I felt her pussy clench slightly around me, and she broke her silence to whisper my name.

That was all it took to push me over the edge, and then I was holding her tightly, pressed as deeply into her as I could. Just as her pussy stopped twitching, my cock started spasming, pumping my cum into her. My whole body shook with each spurt, and as the orgasm faded, I ran my hand up her back.

She slowly straightened, and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed desperately, pressing our bodies together. After a few moments, I sat back down on the bench to catch my breath, and I watched as she carefully got dressed again. After a minute I got dressed, too, but when we were done, there was still one article of clothing lying on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it was her thong. She grabbed it and put it in her purse, and whispered in my ear that she was going without panties so she could walk through the mall and enjoy the feeling of our cum all over her pussy and thighs. The fact that no one would know about the mess just under her skirt would turn her on even more, so she warned me I better be ready to fuck her again when we got home.

Crowded Train

The train was so crowded that she was basically forced to sit in my lap. The basketball game had just gotten out, and in seconds the train car was packed to capacity. I had been sitting in the solo seat in the very back of the car, listening to my headphones. The car had already been full enough that some people were standing. She had been standing right in front of me, facing away when everyone crowded on. With all the jostling, she got knocked back into my lap, and before she could get back up, the doors had shut, and there was no room for her to stand anymore.

Our seat was facing into the middle of the car, with the back to the window. To the right was the back of the train car, and to the left was the back of a double set of seats. There was quite a bit of standing room in front of us, which was now packed full of people.

She looked at me and shrugged, and I shrugged back, trying to stay casual. I wasn’t sure if she recognized me, but I sure recognized her. She frequently rode the same train home that I did, and she was definitely noticeable. She tended to wear short skirts and high heels, and when she walked her strut was so strong it was almost funny. I expected kettle drums to start playing like in cartoons. boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.

Today she had on a flowy black skirt that came down to just above her knees, and a dark blue button-up shirt. Her short hair was clipped back behind her ears, which were bright red, probably because she was blushing a bit at our awkward situation.

She tried to scoot forward, but as the train sped away from the station, the crowd shifted back towards us, and she ended up even more firmly in my lap. She grabbed the handhold of the seatback to her left, and shifted her weight a little — which put pressure right on my cock.

I tried to ignore that, and not think about the hot girl sitting on me, but the heat of her legs and ass against my crotch, combined with the vibration of the train meant I was quickly getting hard. I caught myself staring at the back of her neck and imagining kissing it, and quickly looked away.

I watched the scenery passing by and tried to think innocent thoughts, but it was useless. Every bump, every jostle, every movement of the train made me more aware of her. I tried not to move and hoped that my erection pressing into her rear wasn’t too obvious.

All of a sudden, without saying a word, she reached down and pulled the back of her skirt out from under her. I looked around, shocked, but she wasn’t making eye contact. Miraculously, no one else was, either. Because of our position in the train, only the people standing right next to us could see anything, and they were all either facing away from us or had their faces buried in a newspaper. No one had seen what she did, and if they looked now, they probably wouldn’t notice her skirt hiked up a bit in the back. From the front, she was completely covered, but from behind, it was just her panties (and my pants) between us.

Then she shifted her weight again, moving her hips around in a circle, and basically rubbing against my cock, which was nestled between her cheeks. I felt a surge of blood as I got even harder, and then she did it again. Her left hand, which was basically hidden from view between us and the next row of seats, reached down and gave my leg a squeeze.

Taking this as my signal, I looked up again to make sure no one was looking, and then I moved my left hand between us. She lifted her weight just enough for me to slip my hand in. As I unbuttoned my fly, I could feel that she had some kind of lacy panties on, and then I pulled my cock out.

She sat back down, and now my erection was between her legs, sticking forward. I could feel the rough texture of her underwear against the sensitive skin of my head. The heat between her legs turned me on even more, and she squeezed her legs together a bit, pressing me against her.

For several minutes, we just sat like that, with my cock nestled between her legs, rubbing against her panties with every bump of the train. I was constantly scanning the faces of the crowd pressed around us, but nearly all of my attention was on what was happening under her skirt.

I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next when the train went into a tunnel. She took advantage of the momentary plunge into darkness to lift herself up, pull her underwear to one side, and sat back down, all in one quick movement. Again, no one seemed to notice, and now instead of rubbing against her panties, I was pressed directly against her pussy.

Again, she shifted her weight slightly, and I gasped a little when I felt her lips smoothly slip along my shaft. She was already soaking wet. Apparently I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by our forced intimacy.

As subtly as I could, I tried to slowly wiggle myself around so that I would slip inside her. It didn’t work, but it did succeed in rubbing more of her wetness onto my head. After a minute I was starting to get frustrated when she took action — she pretended to sneeze, and took advantage of the sudden motion to quickly part her legs and lift up just enough, and then come back down on me.

I froze, terrified that everyone would suddenly notice what we were up to. But all that happened is the guy reading his newspaper said “Bless You,” without even looking. She said thanks, and pressed her ass firmly against me, sliding my cock a little deeper in her pussy.

The angle was awkward, we could barely move for fear of being discovered, and I can’t have been very deep inside her… but it didn’t matter. We were both so turned on by the idea of what we were doing that we might as well have been screaming in pleasure. I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt, and my cock was throbbing in excitement.

She didn’t move at all, but because of the train, we didn’t need to move much. Every jostle and bump sent a shock of pleasure as I slipped a little bit in or out of her, and there was a constant, rhythmic vibration from the wheels on the tracks.

I tried to carefully control my breathing and look like nothing interesting was happening, which was very difficult to do, as I felt her start squeezing me. Her cunt was tightening around my cock and loosening, just as if her hand was wrapped around me. I’ve felt girls squeeze me before, but I swear it’s never been so dramatic. I don’t know if I was just particularly aware because of the circumstances or if she was just talented in that regard, but the net effect was the same.

Without moving at all, in the middle of a crowded train, we were fucking each other. As the minutes passed, I grew more sensitive, and I could feel the vibration of the train car deep in the base of my cock. Combined with the tightening action of her pussy, I was building up to an orgasm.

I had no way to tell her what was going to happen, and even if I could, there was nothing we could do about it. That knowledge, that I was not only fucking this woman I had admired from a distance for so long, but that I was about to cum inside her, caused my cock to swell with pleasure.

I breathed deeply, and then suddenly my entire groin was pulsing as I came. I felt her start slightly, and then press firmly against me again as I pumped my cum into her pussy. I wanted desperately to wrap my arms around her, squeeze her tits and bite her neck while I came, but instead I held as still as possible, with my eyes tightly shut, feeling every spurt with her lips wrapped around my head.

After a minute, it passed, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Looking around quickly, I saw that no one had noticed. The noise of the train and all the surrounding conversations combined with the tight press of people had effectively hidden us in plain sight.

Even more surprising, however, was that we were coming into the train stop. Somehow the entire half-hour ride had passed. I was grateful that the timing had worked out. She stayed sitting on me as we pulled into the station, even when my cock softened and slipped out of her. I could tell we were both a wet mess down there, but there was nothing we could do about it just yet. Once the doors opened, everyone was in such a hurry to get out that no one was looking as she stood up. Her skirt slipped down, neatly covering her up, but I had to move quickly to button my pants back up. They were a bit wet, but nothing too noticeable, I hoped.

I looked at her as we walked off the train, unsure what, if anything, to say, but she just winked and walked away. I laughed and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up.

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.