Just as the lift doors slide shut, you dash inside, interrupting my reverie, your breathing heavy from your dash down the corridor. You apologise as the doors then slide open again as you enter, making us both wait. You are in a hurry to get home for the weekend as am I, keen to escape from work, both of us having put in extra hours on a Friday night, eating into our quality time with friends and family and now wanting to get out there and have some fun.
The lift is empty at this time, only a few workers still left in the offices and we travel down alone, making small talk about our plans for the weekend, knowing each other by sight but never having spoken before. I remembered you vaguely from your orientation tour when you joined, nodding to you then from my office as you were shown around, too busy on the phone to chat, knowing that you would be intimidated on your first day to have one of the directors engage you in conversation anyway.
Now I realise you must have been with the company for nearly a year, it is nearly time for the next group of fresh faced and eager graduates to join the company, to be released to learn from the ground up, rotating over the year through the different departments to learn their trade. I ask you how it is going, seeing your brain shift back into work mode, seeing you think before you talk in case I am testing you, knowing that its important to make a good impression on me, my opinion of you could make a difference as your career within the company progresses.
As you talk I ease one foot from my heels, wriggling my toes in relief at the fact that I can soon take them off, unable to suppress a slight moan as I fit my foot back into the tight confines of my shoe. I feel the pile of paperwork in my arms shift slightly as I move and I careful try to rebalance it, grateful as you offer to carry it for me, feeling like a teacher with a pupil, knowing you are hoping you will make a favourable impression on me.
As we step out of the door into the underground car park I lead the way to my car, you follow behind, your arms full of the files I need to look at over the weekend. My heels click loudly against the hard floor in the almost deserted car park as I precede you, making me even more conscious of my hips swaying under my suit skirt, the jacket finishing just short enough for you to see them, the buttocks tight against the material. I am aware of the sound of my breathing in this empty space, the more I am aware of it the more I find I need to try and control it, feeling it grow louder and deeper and looking quickly at you to see if you have noticed.
I am not fully concentrating as I reach in my bag for my keys and just as I go to pull them out, I turn in response to a question you ask. Before I can stop it, my bag has fallen to the ground, the contents spilling on the floor. For a second I stand there shocked, frozen, before I dive to the floor to retrieve everything. You put the files on the floor beside you and come to help me, brushing aside my protests. I am frantic, frenzied, as I reach for everything on the ground, your hands moving in to pick items up before I can stop you.
As you turn over the item in your hand you realize my panic. Looking down at the picture in your hand, your gaze shifting from it to the others on the ground. You look up at me, my face flaming in embarrassment, unable to save the situation as I reach to take it from you. I mumble, incoherently, unsure how to deal with this. Your fingers on it, reluctant to let go and I look up at your face, wondering what to say.
“You look beautiful” you tell me and my blush deepens as I force myself to look at the photograph between us, my naked body, the look on my face, my obvious arousal and my fingers diving into me, half hidden by the pouting pink flesh between my legs. I pull the photograph from you and we pick up the others, me thrusting them, creased and dirty into my bag while you pore over those you gather, drinking in the details, the positions, the lust on my face.
I snatch them from you, my embarrassment total now, wondering how I can ever live this down. A tear forms in my eye, trickling down my cheek as I feel your fingers brush it away. Looking up I see no contempt in your eyes, only desire. “You look beautiful”, you repeat and your hand slides to cup at my chin bringing my face to yours in a gentle kiss. I find myself moaning softly, the relief rushes through me that you do not condemn me for my needs, the proof of my desires that I have in my bag. I kiss you back, grateful, needing your approval, needing to know it will be OK.
Your kiss turns hungry as you feel me respond, pulling me to standing, the remaining photos still strewn at our feet. You push me to the car, no longer the director and the trainee, just two needy bodies. I gasp as you press me back against the door, my body trapped there, feeling your erection hard and hot between my thighs as you grind to me. “You are beautiful” you growl again into my ear, your hands sliding down under my suit jacket, tracing the outline of the curves you have seen exposed in the photos.
Your tongue dives into me over and over, your lips and teeth pinning my face to yours. Your hand moves lower, pulling at my skirt, sliding it up my thighs. Your fingers are warm against my bare skin as you reach my stocking tops, tracing against my thigh as my skirt slides higher to my waist.
You look down at me, pulling back slightly to survey me, the deep red of my lacy underwear a surprise to you, your eyes amused and hungry as you slide your hand over the bulging cock tenting your trousers as you look at me. Your finger tip outlines the edge of my panties, slipping under the strap of my matching suspenders down to the elegance of my black sheer stockings. I lean gasping against the car, my breasts heaving in my pale blue silk blouse as I feel your fingers familiarising with the reality of my contours, enjoying the heat you can feel emanating from the core of me.
Continuing your journey of exploration, you carry on further down my body hovering just above my clit letting your hot breath out against it before sucking it into your mouth gently, running your tongue over it as you suck through the sodden fabric of my panties, your hands travelling soft over my inner thighs. I shiver, still pressed to the car, my legs buckling slightly as I grind to your mouth, feeling your fingers slip my panties to one side, beginning to trace the lips of my pussy.
You slide a finger into me, finger fucking me, taking your time, enjoying the sound of my wetness, echoing round us in the empty car park. My legs move further apart, brazen in my wanton need, pushing my pussy to you for more. Your finger slides into me, easily gliding through the slippery juices as you suck the swollen bud of my clit as your tongue plays against it. Your finger hooking into me, rubbing against me. You venture another finger into me, watching as my head tips back, falling against the roof of the car as you stretch my pussy a little wider, diving in a little faster, a little harder.
Your fingers dive deeper as my breathing grows ragged, crying out as you slide into me, pressing inside me as I buck and shudder as the orgasm hits me. Your tongue flicking at my clit, holding your face to me with my stockinged thighs as I feel you thrust deep. Cuming so hard, shaking over fingers, feeling you slide them deep hard, grinding down as the wet warmth of your mouth slithers over me. As my body trembles before you, thrusting against you, trapped between you and the car door, you suck hard on my clit, taking it into you. Groaning as I take all you have, smothering you against me as I ride out my orgasm against your face, feeling your fingers on the curve of my buttocks as tremble, my juices sticky against your lips.
You watch me as I cum, your eyes on mine, seeing me struggle through it, control lost as I moan incoherent under your ministrations., As I start to struggle to regain my breath, my pussy shivering in the aftershocks you stand before me again, kissing me briefly, your mouth covered in my juices, dipping your cum covered tongue into my mouth.
Before I can react, you turn me from you, lifting my skirt again, uncovering my buttocks as you press me forward against the shiny metal of the car. Your finger slides along the curve of my buttocks feeling the heat of me as your hand dips lower. Pressing soft against my lips, the warmth of me parting to let you between them as I hear you unzip yourself. Bracing myself against the hard shape of my car, waiting to feel you inside me.
You push your hips up against me, your hard cock pressing into the shape of me, hands against my hips, guiding yourself to me. I feel you against my entrance, pressing my outer lips apart, the head of you against me. I push back towards you helping you to slip into the tightness of me, so slowly. Feeling you slither inside me as your hands hold my hips, pushing myself back from the car, straining to push you deeper.
I feel your cock sliding deeper inch by inch as you disappear between my swollen lips. Braced against the car I watch your reflection in the window, not recognising the panting, tousled haired woman reflected there. Seeing your eyes wide, your mouth open in a grunt of satisfaction as you plunge your pre-cum coated cock into the depths of me.
I feel you start to slide from me, watching your face as you dive into me with each thrust. So tight, so wet round you, hearing you squelch into me, soft sucking noises as you begin to build up a rhythm. I groan as you disappear again and again in my soaking pussy. Your hands are still on my hips, guiding, as we move into each other, faster with every penetration. Pushing back against you, harder, feeling you filling me.
Your body dives into mine as my orgasm hits, making me cry out, helpless in the face of its intensity. My inner muscles ripple over you, pulling you further into me, tightening around you as I spasm with desire. You dive deeper, frenzied now as you watch me thrash before you. Intense and urgent, your body slams into mine.
Your body tenses as you draw near, the cum building, your expression fierce as you take me hard, slamming me against the car. With an animalistic groan you you explode with pleasure, clutching at my hips, ramming your cock into me harder than ever, the first hot jets filling me. Strong bursts, stream after stream of thick hot cum pulses into me, dripping down my stockinged thighs as you push through the last thrusts.
As you slow, your body leans against me, the weight of you crushing me to the car, my breasts flattened to it as I lean my cheek against the comfort of the cold roof. Licking the sweat from my neck as you thrust one last time into me, letting me know how you feel about me now, knowing the balance of power between us is forever changed.
Only then do I remember the CCTV coverage in the car park...
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