Store Room Fling

This happened quite a few years ago, at one of my previous jobs. Since I was the junior engineer, 25 years old, fresh out of university, I was given quite a few tasks that nobody else wanted. One of these, was taking inventory of our store room every other month. This suited me fine, as I had to spend one or two days on my own, doing things in my own tempo, and I got to listen to my music while I did so. The store room was in the cellar, a side room between the elevator and the employee wardrobes, so I rarely saw anyone while I was down there. This is the story of one of the exceptions.

I had forgotten my ear plugs, so I had nothing but the sounds from the hallway to entertain me as I counted box after box of random bits and bobs. I could hear a ding and the slightly robotic female voice from the elevator going "Cellar. Doors opening.", soon followed with the same voice announcing "Doors Closing". My back was to the door, but I heard someone enter their code to unlock the store room door, and enter behind me. I turned around to see who it was.

She wore a professional looking white shirt showing a hint of cleavage, under a dark blue blazer. A loose fitting black skirt stopped just over her knees, and the heels she wore really made her legs look stunning through the stockings that disappeared up her skirt. Her hair was pulled back tightly to a ponytail, and I recognized her as Linda from accounting. We'd spoken at length before, during budget meetings and various office parties. She was 34, married, mother of two, and clearly enjoyed spending time at the gym. I freely admit, I'd wondered what she looked like under those clothes multiple times, but since I knew she was married I'd never tried to make anything happen between us. Not wanting to be rude, I smiled at her and said "Hi Linda! How are you?" I was more than a little taken aback as she looked me right in the eyes as she walked towards me and answered

"Horny!"

By the time I'd managed to make my brain come up with a meager "Ok?" as a response, she was already right next to me, one hand around my waist, and the other resting on my crotch. "I knew you'd be here, and I knew you'd be alone!" she said softly into my ear. The heat of her breath sending bolts of lightning down my spine. "I want you. Right here, right now!" she continued, her voice dripping with desire. "But what about your husband? Does he know about this?" My meager protests slightly undercut by the growing bulge in my pants. "No, and I don't care!" she responded "We haven't had sex since before our youngest boy was born, four years ago, and I want to feel you inside me!"

"I really think this is a bad idea!" I said, bumping into a shelf as I tried unsuccessfully to pull away from her. She started getting on her knees in front of me as she said "I know for a fact that my husband is fucking at least one girl at his job!" She looked up at my astonished face, making huge puppy eyes at me and said "And you're not going to tell him anything, are you?" as she started pulling down the zipper on my jeans. I could feel the hornyness taking over as I responded "No no, I'm not going to tell anyone!"

"Good!" she said, as she pulled my growing dick out of my boxers and let her tongue slide all the way from my balls to the tip. She let her tongue swirl around the tip a bit before saying "I'd hate to miss this wonderful dick!" As she started sucking me, I felt a rush like nothing I'd ever felt before. She managed to pull nearly all of it down her throat, and as she moaned, every sound she made felt like a vibrator on my cock. Her hand had found its way underneath her skirt, and I could hear how wet she was, even though I couldn't see anything. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and didn't want this to end so soon, so I told her I needed a quick break, and gently pulled her away from my cock. "And I was having so much fun!" she pretend pouted, but she got up from the floor, let her hands rest on a shelf, and pulled her skirt up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties, and that the stockings were held up with a garter belt. "Eat me!" she ordered, and I gladly sat down underneath her, my face stopping right next to her dripping pussy, the smell intoxicating. I let my tongue find her clit and started licking. Alternating between making my tongue soft and stiff, listening to her breathing and moaning as she got closer and closer. She almost lost her footing as the orgasm washed over her in waves, her moans deep as she shivered. "I need you to fuck me right now!" she pleaded. "I don't have a condom on me. Do you have one?" I asked as I stood up behind her. "Just fuck me! You don't need a condom!" she moaned and let her butt slide from side to side over my dick. I let my dick rest on her pussy, and she pushed her butt towards me, letting my dick inside with ease. "Harder!" she pleaded as I started to fuck her, and I sped up, grabbing her hips as I started pounding her pussy as hard as I could. I could hear and feel her getting another orgasm, her pussy tightening over my dick as if she was trying to squeeze it dry, This pushed me over the edge and I told her "I'm going to cum!" "Cum inside me!" she said immediately "I want to feel your juices fill me up!" the words of desire and encouragement making me push my dick in as far as it could, just as I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had wash over me. I groaned as I came deep inside her.

Before I had time to pull out, she fetched a pair of white panties from her blazer pocket, and quickly pulled it on as I pulled out. She leaned down, and started cleaning my dick with her mouth, jolts of pleasure going through my body for each lick. "I needed that!" she said after finishing "And for the rest of the day, I'll be sitting at my desk with my panties full of your cum..." She kissed me gently on the lips and started walking towards the door. Before exiting, she turned towards me and said "I'm not on the pill, by the way. See you next time you're taking inventory?" and quickly exited the room before I had time to answer.

I was too exhausted from my orgasm to even register what she'd said, so after catching my breath for a minute, I continued my original task.

It wasn't until three months later, when at lunch, she announced that she was pregnant again, that I remembered what she'd said that day...