Office Affair
written by:
JL

OFFICE AFFAIR

"Hey, Scott," Katie said, walking past the cubicle. "Can I see you in conference room two?"

"Be right there." He saved his document and leaned out of his cubicle to watch Katie walking away. She was slender, in her mid-thirties, with short blonde hair, and today she wore a plain blue skirt with a white sleeveless blouse. And earrings with a bright red stone. Katie was sexy, and most of the men in the company made wistful comments about going to bed with her, but Katie was married and never gave any hint that she was interested in anything different.

Scott picked up a notebook and checked the clock on the wall. 5:15. Around him the office was emptying out. "See you tomorrow, Tom," he said to the guy on the other side of his cube.

"Last-minute meeting, huh?" Tom was shutting his computer down. "That sucks."

"Yeah." Scott shrugged and headed for the conference room.

The door was shut. Looking around, Scott fished the key from his pocket and looked around. No one was watching--everyone was focused on leaving for the day. He knocked once. "Me," he called.

"Come on in."

He turned the key, opened the door, and shut it behind him as quickly as he could, flipping the lock.

Katie sat on the conference room table, naked. Her skirt and panties were on the floor, and she sat with her legs wide, a wide eager smile on her face. Her blouse and bra lay on the conference table.

Katie was slender but her breasts were full, and she was squeezing them, playing with her nipples as she smiled at the bulge in Scott's pants.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," she said.

"Me too," Scott said as he unbuckled his belt.

* * *

He'd come into work early one morning two months ago. At 7:00 he was working on a spreadsheet, finishing his second cup of coffee, when Kate leaned into his cubicle. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Scott looked up, startled. Kate was wearing jeans that hugged her hips and a loose sweatshirt. Her hair wasn't washed, but she was wearing earrings with dangled with a crimson jewel, and she was just as sexy as she'd been when he'd met her on his first day with the company.

"Just trying to get a head start on this project," he said. "What's your excuse?"

She sighed. "Fight with my husband. Asshole."

"What about?" They talked about personal matters. Gone to lunch together. Spent hours working together. He'd never met Kate's husband, though.

"He gets so drunk he just passes out every night. I swear, we haven't . . . in months."

"Well, he's an idiot. I'd . . ." Scott stopped, embarrassed.

Kate suddenly grinned. "What?"

Scott hesitated. "I wouldn't fall asleep on you."

"Oh yeah?" She leaned forward flirtaciously. "Why not?"

It was a definite signal. What the hell, Scott thought. She pushes me away, I apologize, and we pretend it never happened. Or . . .

Kate didn't push him away. She opened her mouth as Scott kissed her, and her tongue met his, hot and urgent. "Mmm," she murmured appreciatively. Her lips sucked at his, and he could feel her hot breath on his face.

He turned his chair and pulled her closer, hands on her hips, and she straddled his knee, pressing her thighs tightly around his leg. Without thinking he ran his hands up inside her sweatshirt, rubbing her back and reaching higher until he brushed against her bra. Katie rocked back and forth on his leg, and he knew she had to feel the stiffness of his cock.

Breaking the kiss, Katie leaned back and pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. Scott smiled at the sight of her plain white bra, then held his breath as Katie reached behind her back to unsnap it.

"Tra-la!" she giggled as her bra dropped. Scott stared at her breasts—they were bigger than he'd expected, round and firm, and her nipples were round and dark. Katie looked down at him, waiting, and then he leaned forward. Katie groaned and dug her fingers into his neck as he kissed one breast and then moved to the other one. He sucked, hard, running his tongue back and forth over the tip of her nipple.

Katie trembled with arousal, rubbing her crotch back and forth on his leg. Scott's prick was straining against his jeans. He leaned back and squeezed Katie's breasts—her skin was smooth and warm—and looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip. She ran her hands through his hair. Scott pressed her tits together, then pulled them apart and slid a finger up and down between them. His other hand drifted instinctively lower, to the waistband of her jeans.

"Mm-hmm," Katie breathed. She leaned down to kiss the top of Scott's head. Then she hopped off his leg and grabbed her bra.

"Conference room," she said just as Scott thought she was going to run away from him. "Now."

"R-right." He staggered to his feet, and she took his hand and pulled at him. Inside the conference room down the hall she locked the door and began tugging her jeans down.

"Come on," Katie said impatiently. "Carl will be here in an hour." One of her shoes hit the wall as she kicked it off, leaving a mark. She ignored it.

Scott's body took over while his mind was still whirling. His fingers fumbled on his shirt buttons, but he got it off and pulled his T-shirt over his shoulders and then unbuckled his belt.

Katie was already naked. She had slender, tanned legs and a flat stomach. Her bush was almost blonde, and trimmed to a short landing strip. Her breasts rose up and down with each breath she took, and she licked her lips as Scott's boxers came down and his cock sprang into view.

"Ohh," she murmured. "Yeah."

"Uh-huh," Scott agreed.

"Get on the floor. Okay? I want to be on top."

He laid down, bunching his T-shirt to put under his head. He watched Katie walk toward him, his prick sticking straight up at the ceiling, and a sudden shot of fear ran through him.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Scott asked. She was married. They had to work together . . .

Katie stared down at him for a moment. Then she laughed. "Yes, I'm fucking sure." She had her feet on ether side of his waist, and slowly bent her knees to lower her body down on him.

She had great legs. Scott stared at her inner thighs, anticipation building in his prick. Katie leaned forward and put her hands on his chest, and he held her arms as she paused, her legs bent, with her pussy hovering over his thick rod.

"Okay," she whispered. Biting her lip again, she grasped Scott's shaft and held it upright as she guided her body down, sliding his cock firmly into her pussy. "Okay!" She grinned and wiggled her ass.

"Okay," Scott agreed. He reached up for her breasts. Katie straightened her back and then began moving up and down in a slow, easy rhythm, letting his prick slide in and out of her as he stroked her breasts.

"Mmm . . ." Katie breathed. She had one hand on Scott's chest, and one on his arm as he twirled a finger around her nipple. "That's good."

He pushed up with his hips to drive his cock deeper. Katie's face was flushed and her eyes were bright with pent-up lust. Scott breathed deeply and slowly, trying to control his urge to cum right away.

Katie leaned forward, her earrings hanging down, her hands on either side of his head now. She closed her eyes as if she wanted to concentrate on the rush of feelings inside and outside her body as she steadily increased her pace on Scott's prick. She seemed to really need this—he could feel the heart from her body radiating all around her. When he stretched his neck to lick at her nipples, she squirmed and sighed with pleasure.

Then she reared up again. Scott grabbed her waist to steady her, and Katie reached down to rub her clit. She closed her eyes again. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, yes." Her hand moved faster, and she started rocking back and forth on his cock harder than before.

Scott watched Katie's breasts swinging above him. Her shoulders were trembling, and she was gritting her teeth. He knew she was about to orgasm. Scott held onto her legs as she writhed on his cock. He was close to cumming too. But he wanted to hold on. Until Katie came. Just a little bit longer. Just one—more—minute . . .

Katie grunted and leaned forward, her pussy throbbing and wet. Her breasts pressed against his face, and her skin felt hot. She was cumming, and she could feel it all over his prick, but she was trying to stay quiet as she let loose. "Uh—uh—uh . . ." she whispered. "Yes—ahh!"

It was time. Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down on his cock, and then he came, spurting up inside her with a low groan of pleasure. "Oh, yeah," he breathed. He could smell her hair, her sweat, and the moisture seeping from her pussy as his balls pumped, and he heard her breathing slow as she wiggled on top of him, trying to draw every last drop out.

Katie slumped on the carpet next to him and sighed. "Oh . . . I really needed that."

"Yeah," Scott agreed.

She ran her hand across his chest, then sat up and looked around. "We'd better get dressed."

He nodded reluctantly. Katie threw his shirt at him and wriggled into her jeans. Scott checked the floor. No stain that he could see.

In a few minutes they were dressed again, as if nothing had ever happened. Except that Katie had left her sweater out on his desk. She stood there in her jeans and bra, looking embarrassed. "Would you go get my sweatshirt? I think it's still on your desk."

He nodded, "Sure."

"We probably shouldn't tell anyone."

"No. Right. Probably not." Was that it? He hadn't expected anything at all when she'd walked up to his desk—

Katie leaned forward and kissed him. "But I definitely want to do this again. Right?"

He smiled and then squeezed her butt. "Absolutely."

* * *

Two months. Since that morning they'd done their best to have sex in every inch of the office. The earrings were their signal—when she wore them, Scott knew he had to be ready to perform at any moment. Katie had sucked his cock in the stairwell twice, and he'd licked her pussy to an orgasm in a storage room several times. They did it in the CEO's office one night, Katie leaning over the desk with Scott behind her, urging him on and then biting her lip to keep from screaming when she came. They did it on the couch in the breakroom another morning before anyone else showed up—Scott on top, ramming his cock deep into her as she curled her legs around his hips and begged him to do it harder.

She wasn't interested in meeting anywhere else. He'd tried to get her to come to the hotel across the street, but that was too much for her.

During all that time Katie never mentioned her husband. Scott's own girlfriend had dumped him the month before their first time in the conference room. Sometimes he felt guilty cheating on another man's wife. But not too often.

Especially not after seeing the earrings today. Like Katie, he'd been anticipating this moment for eight hours. Seeing her playing with her breasts made his cock strain even harder against his boxers.

Katie reached down to stroke her slit. She sighed. "I had to wait . . . there was a phone call I had to wait for . . . and I couldn't even walk past you because I was afraid I'd rip your clothes off right there . . ."

Scott let his pants drop. Getting completely naked at work was risky, but it was late enough in the day to be worth it. He kicked his shoes away, stepped out of his pants, and unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could.

Katie stared at his erection and licked her lips. She brought both hands down to her pussy and rubbed her clit, breathing hard. "Come on, Scottie. It's been a long day."

He stepped toward Katie, then suddenly went down on his knees and leaned forward to kiss her pussy.

"Ahh . . . mmm . . . " Katie's yelp of surprised turned into a moan of pleasure as Scott probed at her slit with his tongue. He teased the edges of her pussy, then pushed his tongue inside, tasting her hot, salty juices while he ran his hands up and down Katie's thighs. He loved feeling her legs, almost as much as he enjoyed being up between them. He kissed Katie's clit and slid his tongue up and down it, feeling her squirm in response.

"Ohh . . . damn . . ." Katie caressed his shoulders and neck. "That's it, that's . . . Ahh!"

"Mmm-hmm," he agreed, blowing into her pussy. His cock was throbbing, but he wanted to bring Katie off before sinking it into her. And from the way she was moaning and trembling, it wouldn't be long now.

Her fingers tightened around his neck, and she was kicking his back with one heel, her other leg out straight. "Oh . . . ah . . . oh . . . yeah . . ." she moaned, and she leaned back, pressing her pussy against his face. "Yeah—yeah—yeah! Ohhh . . ."

Katie's legs dropped, and she sagged forward, rubbing her hands up and down Scott's scalp. "Oh, yeah," she breathed. "That was good. As usual."

"Practice makes perfect," he said, looking up at her with a grin.

She laughed. "I'll just have to let you practice some more."

Scott stood up, and Katie licked her lips at the sight of his cock jutting out from his body. He said, "I've got something else we need to--"

Then the door opened.

Scott turned, shocked. He'd locked it. He knew he'd locked it. But it was opening, and there was nothing he could do.

"Katie? You in here? You've got—oh. Hi. Hi, Scott." It was Annie, Katie's assistant, a short girl in her twenties, with red hair and a wide smile. She had a key in her hand.

"What—what is it, Annie?" Katie asked, still catching her breath, her breasts heaving up and down. She didn't seem as surprised as Scott, and she didn't try to cover herself up while Scott reached down and grabbed frantically for his boxers.

"Sorry. It's that phone call you were waiting for." She closed the door. "I just thought—uh, Scott, don't worry, I've seen a penis before."

"What the fuck?" Scott demanded, uncomfortably aware of the urgent twitching of his cock.

"Don't panic, Scottie." Katie slid down from the table and walked to the other end for the phone there. "I had to tell her, she's so fucking nosy—Hello, this is Kate Angelo." She sat down and crossed her legs, smiling at them, and then swung the chair around. "Yes . . ."

"Yeah, she told me." Annie looked up and down his naked body with a wicked smiled. "She was just in too good a mood the last couple months. And she was always in a better mood when she came back to work after lunch, or a break, or an errand, or whatever. She wouldn't tell me anything, but I got it out of her." She licked her lips. "I can see why she wanted to keep you to herself."

"Well, do you mind?" He'd stopped trying to put on his boxers and was just standing in front of her, naked except for his socks. His erection drooped. He was mad, embarrassed, and frustrated at the interruption. "At least lock the door while I get my clothes on."

Annie held a finger to her lips. "Shh . . ." She pointed at Katie on the phone.

Scott glared at her. "Fine. I'll get out of here just as soon as—"

"You don't have to get dressed right away, do you?" Annie was wearing a sweater that zipped down the front, and black slacks. With a wide, eager grin, she started tugging the zipper down as she walked toward him.

Scott's eyes grew wide as she pulled open the sweater, revealing a black lacy bra and plump breasts. Annie giggled at his expression and let the sweater drop to the floor. She reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, and pulled it off, throwing it on top of the conference table.

For a moment all Scott could do was stare at Annie's breasts. They were bigger than Katie's, with full nipples that looked a little stiff already. Annie squeezed one as she pushed at her slacks. Was she . . .?

Scott turned to look at Katie. She'd swung back around, watching them. "Uh-huh. That's right." She looked Scott in the eyes and nodded. When his eyebrows rose in disbelief, she smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, then pointed at Annie.

He turned back. Annie was completely naked now, and right next to him. Before he could say anything she had her hand on his dick, around the shaft, and she began stroking him gently.

Without thinking Scott touched one of her tits, then wrapped his hand over it and squeezed. She smiled at him. Her breast was soft and warm, the nipple hard against his palm.

His prick was leaking precum fluid over Annie's hand. After a few moments of letting him feel her breasts all over, she dropped down on one knee. She had one hand on his hip, and she could feel her hot breath on his balls. And then he felt her lips around his shaft, and he let out a long loud gasp.

His cock twitched. For a moment he thought he was going to cum right there, but Annie was taking it slow and he regained control over himself. Annie squeezed his butt and murmured something around his cock that he didn't catch. Her tongue was swirling around his prick, and he almost lost his balance when she began bobbing her head back and forth with loud, wet sucking noises.

Scott turned his head to look at Katie. She was still watching him, nodding to whoever was on the phone, and lazily playing with her pussy. He looked down and enjoyed Annie's blowjob, concentrating on keeping his legs straight as he tried not to spurt.

Annie suddenly pulled away and looked up at him. "It's a nice dick," she said, still stroking it. "But I kinda want it someplace else. What do you think?"

"Y-yeah," he grunted. "Anything you say."

She stood up, laughing, and spun to the conference table. She leaned over, resting her arms on top and spreading her legs for him. "This work for you?"

Scott gazed at Annie's ass for a moment. It was round and plump, like her tits, and he couldn't the resist the urge to give it a firm squeeze as he positioned himself between her legs and then leaned forward to plunge his cock into her pussy.

"Oh, baby!" Annie pushed her hips back to urge him in deeper. "Yeah, that's a good hard dick—oh fuck! Yes . . ."

At the other end of the table Katie waved a hand to keep them quiet. Scott bent forward and reached around to grab one of Annie's tits. She groaned as he pulled at her nipple. Then he started thrusting, hard and fast, pushing her against the table. Annie lifted her head and looked back at him, wild lust on her face, then put her face down in her arms and thrust back and forth at him with as much urgency as he was putting into it. She gasped softly with each thrust.

The table shook. The phone skittered across, but Katie was holding the receiver with one hand and had two fingers of her other hand in her pussy. She blinked at them, then closed her eyes and leaned back. "Ye-es, that's, that's good. That's goood. I mean, fine."

"That's good," Annie repeated in a whispered. "That's real good . . ."

"Yeah." Scott straightened so he could grab Annie's ass and squeeze it hard. She grunted and responded by wiggling her hips as much as she could while he plunged into her deeper and deeper. The table jumped a foot.

"Oh, hell, I'm gonna . . . gonna . . . oh yeah, baby, keep it up, keep it hard, keep it coming." Annie's hands curled into tight little fists as her orgasm approached.

"Good," Katie said, leaning toward the phone. "That's great. Thanks. Yes. Yes." She hung up, threw her head back, and screamed, "YES! Yes! Yesss . . ."

Scott couldn't hold back any longer. Clutching Annie's ass, he pushed his cock into her and let loose, shooting his cum deep inside her pussy. A moment later she slapped the top of the conference table and let out a squeal of delight, wiggling her butt at him as she came.

Scott forgot all about Katie as he pumped and pumped his cum into Annie, his balls swinging wildly until he stopped thrusting and let it just flow from his cock. Annie moaned and reached back to grab Scott's hand. He let go of her ass but kept rubbing it as he kept cumming, breathing hard and fast. Annie turned again to look back at him with a dazed smile, then squeezed her eyes shut as the last wave of orgasm washed through her.

Scott bent forward, his legs wobbly, and finally his cock slipped out. He took a step back, one hand still on Annie's hip, and looked down the table at Katie.

Katie's face was flushed, and she looked embarrassed as she wiped her fingers on one leg. "You guys okay down there?"

"Oh, yeah," Annie said. "Yeah. Yeah!"

"Just a good thing you kept quiet while I was on the phone. Mostly quiet." Katie chuckled. "He did ask me if I had the TV on."

"What was it?" Scott asked.

Katie pumped a fist in the air. "My divorce is final!"

Annie slapped the table again. "Yes!"

"That's great!" Scott walked over to high-five Katie's palm. "Congratulation."

"Yeah. Now we don't have to do this ever again!"

His heart dropped. "Uh—what?"

Scott's surprise must have been obvious in his voice. Annie said, "Oh, Katie, you're breaking Scott's heart!"

"Oh, Scottie." Katie stood up and kissed him. "We don't have to sneak around in the office again. That's all I meant, silly."

"Oh." He felt stupid. But relieved.

"In fact . . ." Katie kissed him again. "Get your clothes back on. I'm taking you out to dinner."

A real date. Great. "Okay."

She reached out to fondle his prick once, still slippery from Annie's pussy. "And then I'm taking you home and I'm going to screw your socks off."

Scott nodded. "Sounds good."