She Might Be Late for Work - Sex Stories

She Might Be Late for Work

Ohhh...god...yessss..." She could barely get the words out, gasping as the strangers cock hammered her from behind...They had met just moments before in the elevator...Tall, well-dressed, with dark piercing eyes that locked on hers just before she turned to face the doors---she wanted to turn and take one more look at him and have something to think about at her desk that morning---Instead, as a crowd jammed the small space, she was compelled to move back toward him until she felt her hip brush slightly against his leg..."Sorry," she had said with a quick glance over her shoulder...The stanger did not reply, but rather put his hand on her hip and with somehow gentle, yet insistent pressure---moved her slightly sideways until she was directly in front of him...More workers pried their way into the elevator...She inched back, expecting the stranger to do the same...He held his ground..she felt a hardness against small of her back...Her mind raced---"Is that his cock? Does he have a hard-on right here in the elevator?"...She felt a hand slip to her ass ...With their position in the back corner, fellow passengers could not see as the strangers hand slowly moved up to the waist of her skirt...His thumb hooked inside the band of her skirt and hose and he pulled her back......She should stop this right now...what was she doing, letting this man do this...At the same time she was nervous, excited...she felt her nipples stiffen as the strangers bulge pressed hard against her...She ...

... couldn't believe what she felt herself doing next---lifting her heels from the carpeted floor...Standing on tip-toes and pressing her ass back against his rock-hard cock...The elevator began to empty as it climbed higher...The stranger released his grip and she settled back to the floor...The doors opened at the next floor and she felt the man begin to move past her...When he reached the elevator door, the stranger turned and looked at her for just the second time..."Coming?" he asked as he kept the door from closing with his foot...She hesitated for just a moment before following him out the door and down the hall..Her mind was racing and out of control---She could not remember ever feeling this way or acting this way...But she could not deny the wetness between her legs or the fact that she was almost trembling with anticipation as she followed him.He stopped at a door, reached in and removed a key from his jacket...Opening the door, he held it open and motioned her inside. She almost fled...almost...she should be at her desk, she should be making coffee...she should be-----getting fucked by a stranger in an empty office...the floodgates opened as thought rushed through her head...She would let this man have his way with her...be taken in this office...fucked like a nasty slut while her boss wondered why she was late to work.He closed the door behind them.She turned to face him, but he spun her around and moved her toward the desk at the back of the small outer office. She ...