Late Shift, Sweet Company

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the late-night chaos. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the urgency in my chest. My wife, Sarah, had insisted on coming in to help, claiming she could lighten the load. Honestly, I welcomed the company, the easy rhythm of our shared work, and the comforting familiarity of her presence. We were tackling a massive spreadsheet, the numbers blurring together in a monotonous stream, when a reckless thought took root in my mind. The building was nearly empty; security had long since made their rounds. The silence, broken only by the rain and the click of keyboards, felt charged, pregnant with possibilities.

“So you know we’re all alone, don’t you?” I murmured, leaning closer, my voice low and laced with a suggestive tone. Sarah’s head snapped up, her eyes widening slightly before she feigned innocence. “Oh, we are?” she replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Yep. We could have some fun with that.” My hand, already hovering near her neck, tightened its grip. A slow, deliberate kiss sent shivers down my spine as my fingers traced the delicate curve of her jaw. The scent of her perfume, a blend of vanilla and something wild, filled my senses. Her response was immediate, her own lips meeting mine with a hungry eagerness. My hands, emboldened by the shared tension, began a slow, deliberate exploration of her body, starting with the soft swell of her breasts. I ran my fingers along the lace of her camisole, pulling lightly, teasingly, before moving down to the curve of her waist. She moaned softly, her body arching slightly as I found the spot where her pleasure ignited. The rain intensified, drumming against the glass, a rhythmic soundtrack to our escalating desires.

“Let’s go in here,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation, pulling me towards one of the small conference rooms down the hall. The door lacked a lock, a minor oversight that suddenly felt liberating. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, a dark, blurred canvas punctuated by the occasional passing headlights. The thought of someone witnessing our actions sent a thrill through me, a perverse pleasure in the potential for exposure. It was an invitation, a challenge, a declaration of our shared transgression.

“That door doesn’t have a lock,” I confirmed, my voice a low rumble, “And there’s windows. IF someone were to walk by they could see in.” Sarah’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “So?” she challenged, pulling me closer, her hand finding its way to my belt. “You said we were alone right?” I swallowed hard, battling the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. “Well, yeah, but…” The words caught in my throat, overridden by the primal instinct that had taken over. “Then get over here,” she commanded, her grip tightening on my hips as she pulled me towards her. The air crackled with unspoken desire, thick with anticipation. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, my gaze locking onto her lips. Her scent, intoxicating and familiar, filled my lungs. We began kissing again, this time with a raw, desperate intensity, our bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and heat. Her hands, equally eager, explored my back, tracing the contours of my muscles, finding the knots of tension that tightened with every touch. The rain continued its relentless assault, a constant reminder of the world outside, oblivious to the private pleasure unfolding within the confines of our shared workspace.

As we continued to explore each other, fueled by lust and abandon, she reached into her oversized purse and retrieved a bottle of KY jelly. “Let’s just do a quickie since it’s late and there isn’t anywhere to get comfortable,” she said, her voice a playful invitation. “Okay,” I agreed, a smile playing on my lips as I watched her unscrew the cap. The cool, slick texture of the lubricant felt strangely sensual in my hand. I retrieved my pants, pulling them down slowly, deliberately, exposing my throbbing cock to her gaze. The sight of it, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights, sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Her hand shot out, grabbing my cock and pulling it towards her mouth. The initial pressure was gentle, teasing, but quickly escalated into a frenzied sucking, her lips working rhythmically, drawing out the scent of my arousal. I moaned, lost in the sensation, the world shrinking to the confines of her embrace. The rhythmic pull and release of her lips, the warmth of her breath against my flesh, sent shivers down my spine.

As she continued her oral assault, I felt myself growing harder, my body responding instinctively to the intense stimulation. Finally, she withdrew her mouth, leaving me gasping for air, my senses overwhelmed. She stood up, pulling her pants down and bending over a small, metal table, creating a makeshift platform. “Come and get pussy, big boy!” she called out, her voice dripping with playful dominance. I was so hard, so completely consumed by the desire, that my legs nearly buckled beneath me. With a final, desperate surge of energy, I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. As I leaned down, she spread her legs wide, providing easy access. The feeling of her warm, yielding flesh beneath my hand was exquisite. I eased myself inside, feeling her muscles tense in response, a silent acknowledgment of my presence. Her moans intensified as my cock began its slow, deliberate thrust, a rhythmic pounding against her sensitive walls. The slapping of my thighs against her ass, the sharp intake of her breath, fueled my desire even further. The scent of her arousal, mixed with the sweet, fruity scent of the KY, filled my nostrils. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the insistent rhythm of our movements driving me deeper into pleasure. My breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as my body reached its peak. The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of the outside world, leaving only us, lost in the intoxicating depths of our shared lust. The world around us faded into insignificance as we surrendered to the primal urge that had brought us together. With one final, monumental thrust, I exploded with pleasure, releasing a torrent of cum deep within her. The sensation was overwhelming, a pure, unadulterated expression of our combined desires. As I slowly withdrew, leaving her trembling and breathless, we embraced, clinging to each other in the aftermath of our release. The fluorescent lights seemed to hum with a new energy, reflecting the lingering heat of our passion. We cleaned up as best we could, leaving no trace of our transgression, before slipping out into the rain-soaked night, two souls intertwined by a shared secret and an unforgettable experience. The world outside continued its relentless march, but for us, time had stood still, suspended in the intoxicating moment of our stolen pleasure.

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