Lynn and I are business partners and friends. We often work with our clients to provide consulting services. Last month, we were hired by a large company in New York City to help revamp their organization’s culture. People were tired and frustrated with the endless rounds of downsizing at the company.
Our liaison greeted us at reception when we arrived on our first day.
“I’ll set you up in one of our spare offices for the week.”
She led us up to the 32nd floor of the office tower, down a long corridor, to a nondescript door at the end of the hallway. She unlocked the door and revealed a room that couldn’t be more bland. A desk with a chair behind it and a small table with two chairs - not even a window!
The hours that week were long. We met with countless people, both individually and as a group to work through the issues confronting the organization.
Lynn and I are good at what we do and by the end of Thursday afternoon’s workout session, we finally felt the wheels were turning and people beginning to listen and adopt some of our ideas.
As we walked down the long corridor from the meeting room to our holding cell, “that was amazing!” Lynn said sensing we had cracked the nut.
“It took us four days, but I think we are on the home stretch. All that is left is to get a plan in place tomorrow to make sure they deliver on what we discussed today.”
As we unlocked the office and closed the door behind us Lynn says, “I feel like doing something crazy tonight.”
“Strip club?” I suggested.
“Maybe,” she replied.
I approach her from behind as she was shuffling some working papers on the desk and pressed myself against her backside, a growing bulge in my pants conspicuously present.
“How about I just,” pausing for effect, “fuck you here?” I ask her as my hand grabbed her hips.
Most of the time, Lynn and I don’t mix our business with pleasure, but the odd time over the years, the stars have aligned. Instead of rejecting my proposition outright, she moaned soft encouragement.
We both knew that the office was probably empty at the moment and in the four days we’ve been there, no one has bothered to walk the length of the hallway to check on us.
I slid her dress up over her waist revealing a sexy pair of red lace panties. I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor with my briefs and kicked them aside. My fingers hooked around the corners of her panties and tugged them away to her ankles, where she kicked them away in the other direction.
My cock was steely hard in the moment as I rubbed it between the crack of her ass. Lynn instinctively bent over the desk, grabbing the far edge with her hands for support revealing her glistening pussy.
I wasted no time directing my cock between her folds. It was one of the Carpe Diem moments that had we thought about it more, would have been lost.
“Fuck, that is good,” she said just as my cock hit bottom.
“We are so fucking good together, Lynn,” I told her this referring to sex, work, and just being together as my hips began pulling and pushing against hers.
She spread her stance a few inches wider giving me another millimetre or two of leverage against her.
Long, hard strokes, one after another - my cock was dripping in her cream. I was carefully giving her the full length, making the head of my cock penetrate her each and every time. She gratefully cooed with delight as the pace quickened.
“Fill my pussy with cum,” she ordered me.
“Gladly,” I replied and then offered, “Would you like me to suck you off afterward?”
“Oh god, yes,” she sputtered, her pussy was on the brink of breaching.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a key in the door lock.
Both of us froze instantly. Was that our door?
Before we had a chance to move, the door was open and in the middle of the frame stood a young woman, maybe in her mid or late twenties. She was obviously surprised, which is not to suggest at all that we weren’t. Our minds were racing to all sorts of places.
Then she asked in barely comprehensible English, “I clean office, no?”
I turn my head looking over my shoulder, “I don’t think we are ready.” I was surprised that she hadn’t shut the door already and walked away.
Then she asked, “You want me to wait until you done?”
What? My brain tried to assess the breakdown in communication. However, while the first part of her reply seemed daft, the second part had a strange spark to it that I felt in her tone and eyes.
I mean the damage was already done and honestly, I bet she was quite pretty when she wasn’t dressed for cleaning offices. She wore her long dark hair up in a lazy bun, keeping it out of her way. She had on a white T-shirt and ripped jeans with sneakers. She had a petite figure with tiny, but perky little breasts. And, there she just stood in the doorway awaiting an instruction.
“Take a seat at the table, we’ll be done in a minute.” I still can’t believe I said that, but as soon as I did, I felt Lynn pushing back hard onto my cock. She couldn’t believe I said that either.
The cleaning lady shut the door quietly and did as instructed, taking a seat at the table facing us. It seemed as though she was trying to keep a straight face, but I sensed some interest.
I slowly pulled my cock away from Lynn, the tip of it lingering around the opening allowing our voyeur to assess its size and thickness. Glancing over at her, our eyes caught and she bit her lip slightly.
I plunged the shaft back inside Lynn’s aching pussy, burying it completely. Lynn moaned an appreciative sigh. The cleaning lady’s jaw dropped.
A few more slow strokes, feeling out the situation as I watched the young lady’s eyes and expression changing. Her neutrality faded to curiosity to something more along the line of lust.
Lynn turned her head to look at our visitor, just as the young lady was undoing the button and unzipping the fly to her jeans. The two of them locked stares for a few moments as the young lady slipped her hand down the front of her panties and spread her legs apart. She slouched in the chair. Her wrist started bobbing up and down along the waistline of her panties and her eyes narrowed as she honed her touch.