Pop!

The sound echoes through the garage; the sting sets me on my toes. Trevor just gave my ass a smack as he let me out of the car, returning from Friday lunch. I've told him to smack my ass whenever he likes, but some, like this one, still surprise and excite me.

His young face is grinning as we walk to the elevator; he pushes the button, and I push his chest, backing him into the wall for a raunchy kiss.

Before the bell dings, I grind against him, feeling his cock at attention inside his slacks. I'm afraid I made it like this with my unseemly language and touches in the car.

I make a suggestion. Really, an ultimatum.

"Let's take the stairs."

My office is on floor four, but we don't even make it halfway up. My ass is swaying barely two steps ahead, right in his face. I knew it would be too much for him. Two more smacks, at floor two, and the next landing, echo in the empty stairwell. The next touch isn't a smack, but a hold. He has my hips, not letting me progress. His fingers go up my skirt, then come down hooked into my panties.

"Oh, Candace," he gasps into my ear, his arm around my torso to grab a tit, his stiff cock through his fly already. The young ones are always horny, and their cocks always respond so favorably.

"I told you not to call me that." I feel him hike my skirt halfway up my ass.

"Sorry, Mrs. Sheridan," he says as he penetrates me from behind. Panties released from one foot, I spread my legs to allow him deeper. And deeper he goes, thrusting and pumping, eager, horny young cock wanting as much pussy as it can get, and mine is insisting today.

"You'd better be quick." I'm bent over, hands on the stair in front of me. Surely he doesn't hear that very often, and surely that accelerates his excitement.

Pulling my hips back into him forcefully, ramming me deep and hard, he assures me, "I'm close already – I haven't cummed since I fucked you on Tuesday."

Tuesday? I thought Tuesday was Gavin. Huh, Maybe that was Monday. I'm a busy gal – it's hard to keep track.

Trevor grunts and groans, pounding into me with his final horny lunges. I feel the warm flood of his cum, and the friction of our quickie fuck turns slick and sloppy. Just then, we hear the door open below, the stairwell filling with the sound of ladies chattering.

The door slams shut. The conversation and the trudging footsteps climb closer and closer as Trevor puts away his dripping cock, and I shove my skirt down over my hips. I tuck in my blouse and he his shirt as we race up ahead of those ascending from below.

Throwing open the door at the fourth floor, Trevor and I exit the stairway and make our way down the hall, and through the open cubicles, to my office door, but not before I get stopped for a question from another intern, Brendan. He may be my next; depends how I feel in the next week or so.

Trevor follows me into my office, and gets right to work. He's currently my best – he takes initiative, is confident and efficient, anticipates my needs, and completes his tasks, which, when you think about it, isn't too much to ask from an intern.

Spent himself already, he knows my needs. Lips to mine, he raises the front of my skirt and runs his fingers up and down my slit. Slick and runny, partly from my juices but mostly from his, my cunt opens easily to allow two fingers inside. I moan into his mouth as he probes me deeply, pushing me against my desk.

Trevor massages my clit as I open my legs and give him plenty of tongue. Inexperienced as he is, he's a fast learner and knows me already, well enough to know to be on his knees to finish this quickly. He sets me roughly on my desk, which I keep cleared for moments like this. He grabs a couple tissues and lowers himself between my spread legs. The sprint up the stairs has his cum dripping, so he wipes away as much of his spunk as he can before attaching his mouth to my cunt.

Slurping and spitting, licking and sucking, he knows better than to tease, attacking my hole and my clit. His fingers spread my labia wide as I lean back on my desk, my climax imminent. Grabbing his hair and thrusting, I fuck his face as he brings me off. His lips and tongue suck my orgasm out of me, leaving me in a trembling, twitching state for a few seconds.

My next call is in three minutes, so I just have time to push my skirt down and restore my appearance. The reflection in the glass that looks down over the highway reaveals my untucked blouse, twisted skirt, and just-got-fucked hair. I need to straighten myself the best I can, and pull up my p-

"Trevor?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sheridan?" He thinks he's dismissed now, taking a couple tissues to his face.

"Where the fuck are my panties?"