Uncharted Territory: A Husband's Delight

The elevator doors hissed open, releasing me onto the familiar, fluorescent-lit floor of my office building. It wasn’t a pleasant start to the day, what with the forgotten alarm and the soul-crushing commute. But as I hurried through the lobby, a subtle shift in my senses caught my attention. A brush against my hip, insistent and deliberate, sent a shiver crawling down my spine. It felt like a playful challenge, a silent invitation to step outside my comfort zone. I tried to subtly turn, to assess the situation, but the packed elevator made maneuvering impossible. The hand continued its slow, deliberate advance, now firmly resting against my waist under my jacket. A strange mix of irritation and burgeoning arousal filled me. This wasn’t the kind of attention I typically sought, but something about the audacity of it, the undeniable intent, was strangely captivating.

As the elevator lurched to a halt on my floor, the hand escalated its game, moving upwards to caress my back. It was an unexpected pleasure, a secret indulgence that sent a wave of heat through my body. The feeling of a warm, firm presence against my skin was intensely stimulating, particularly as the hand continued its exploration, brushing against my right breast, a single finger teasingly brushing against my nipple. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped through me, solidifying my arousal. My nipple instantly hardened, a silent testament to the electric current that had passed between us. Instinctively, I shifted slightly, angling my body to fully expose my breast to his touch. The silk blouse and unpadded bra offered little resistance, and I reveled in the sensation of his hand cupping my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple with deliberate force. The heat intensified, spreading like wildfire through my core.

The elevator doors opened, and as I stepped out, I sensed a presence behind me. A wave of panic washed over me, followed by a surge of excitement. He had followed me. The corridor was deserted, the offices hushed in their early morning silence. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. My legs began to tremble, unable to fully support my weight. Just as I was about to succumb to the rising tide of panic, he reached out, stopping me in our tracks. His hand, firm and confident, gently guided my arm as we passed the door to the visitor’s room. Without hesitation, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, feeling his hands on the small of my back, gently pushing me forward.

The room was shrouded in darkness, the blinds drawn tight against the morning light. The leather sofa in the center of the room seemed to beckon, an invitation to abandon myself to his touch. I walked towards it, my senses heightened, acutely aware of his presence behind me. As I settled onto the plush cushions, I could feel his body against me, a warm, solid mass that sent shivers down my spine. His hands, now roaming freely under my jacket, continued their exploration, cupping my breasts and squeezing them with increasing intensity, his fingers playfully pinching my nipples. I moaned involuntarily, arching my back and pushing my chest outward in response to the escalating stimulation. The touch of his hard bulge against my lower back sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

Lost in the moment, I instinctively reached behind me, my fingers tracing the rigid length of his bulge, feeling the sharp intake of breath that accompanied its presence. It was an undeniable connection, a silent acknowledgment of our mutual desire. Looking up, I noticed the zipper on my jacket had been unzipped, revealing the stark reality of his arousal. His hard cock was already slick with pre-cum, a clear indication of his readiness. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me, as I knew he enjoyed this part.

The urgency was mutual, and as he began to push my skirt up, exposing my bare waist, I felt a primal instinct taking over. He bent down to kiss the back of my neck, his hands pulling my blouse out of the waistband, ripping open my unbuttoned top. The touch of his hands on my bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me gasp in pleasure. With a swift movement, he unzipped my bra, revealing my bare breasts and nipples, which immediately began to tingle with anticipation. The sensation was exquisite, awakening every nerve ending in my body.

Driven by an overwhelming desire, I moved behind him, my fingers finding the zipper and pulling it down, revealing the full extent of his arousal. I reached inside, discovering that he was indeed wearing nothing underneath, his hard cock oozing pre-cum as my fingers playfully stroked its surface. The shared pleasure was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of our mutual lust.

With a decisive push, he pulled my skirt up to my waist, bending me over the back of the leather sofa, parting my legs wide to accommodate his advances. My breath caught in my throat as his hand made contact with my throbbing clit, my panties already saturated with moisture. His fingers rubbed it up and down, circling my sensitive clitoris before slipping inside, plunging deep into my wetness. The sensation was both intense and overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

I felt him pull my panties to the side, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy repeatedly, each stroke a wave of intense pleasure. The rhythmic motion, combined with the sheer sensitivity of my arousal, became unbearable. I strained against him, desperate to find a way to release the tension building within me. Finally, I managed to break free, reaching behind me and touching his rigid length, rubbing its rigid length and feeling his sharp intake of breath.

Driven by an insatiable desire, he pushed my skirt up to my waist once more, bending me over the back of the sofa and pulling my legs apart. I almost screamed as his hand found its mark, my wet panties clinging to my skin. His fingers rubbed my pussy over and over again, each stroke a crescendo of pleasure. He pulled my panties to the side, and his hard cock rubbed my pussy repeatedly, each stroke a wave of intense pleasure. The rhythmic motion, combined with the sheer sensitivity of my arousal, became unbearable. I strained against him, desperate to find a way to release the tension building within me. Finally, we both let out a sharp gasp as his cock slid into me, all the way to the hilt, before he pulled back, only to push it all the way in again and again, his hands holding my hips as I pushed back into him, his balls slapping against me. I sighed and moaned, almost inaudible, lost in the throes of pleasure.

As we both reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, we simultaneously released, the shared experience a testament to our mutual lust. He wiped my cheeks with a gentle hand, pulled my panties back into place, and carefully pushed down my skirt. The room remained dark, the only sound the soft rhythm of our breathing. I felt drained yet invigorated, my senses heightened and my body buzzing with pleasure. I heard the door close behind him, sealing us in our moment of intimacy. With trembling legs, I collapsed onto the back of the sofa, savoring the lingering sensations.

As I rose to my feet, I caught a glimpse of him disappearing down the corridor. The thrill of the encounter lingered in the air, a secret shared between us. Looking around the room, I realized that I could easily pass as presentable again, taking care to adjust my clothing and make myself look as if nothing had happened. With a newfound confidence, I made my way out of the room, stepping back into the world outside, carrying with me the memory of our intense encounter. The corridor was empty, devoid of any trace of him. It was a truly exhilarating experience, and I knew that we would speak about it tonight.

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