If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that the life I was living was straight out of either a bad country song or a bad soap opera.
Before, my life was pretty good. Not great, mind you, nothing abnormal, nothing I could brag about – but pretty good. I didn’t have the greatest job in the world, but I didn’t have the greatest skill set in the world either. I worked at a hotel, in the banquet hall, setting up and taking down events. I had a boyfriend with whom I was making plans and what seemed to be a bright future ahead of me.
However, we all hit bumps in the road. It started when my boyfriend, Kevin, got promoted. It wouldn’t have been any issue, save for the fact I now worked for him. Not directly, but enough that I was concerned with conflict of interest. It didn’t seem like anyone really cared, though. Not even the CEO of our small company.
It wasn’t long before Kevin and the higher ups had me promoted into his old position. Again, I’m not complaining – I did the job anyway, and being Kevin’s right hand woman in the first place, it made sense. But it also opened up the door for more conflict of interest.
Before too long, I was losing all respect for the job. It was the kind of job nobody takes too seriously – but nonetheless, I wasn’t taking it seriously enough. Neither was Kevin. It wasn’t long before we were making out in the laundry room or the storage closet. Not long after that, those kisses were going further and further.
I can’t forget the day we were the last two bahis siteleri people there. We went to check the doors and make sure they were all locked. But then he pulled me into the laundry room again.
His lips tasted like pure honey against mine. I relished every second of those kisses. Quickly, though, his hands went from my waist to my thigh and up the leg of my shorts. His finger probed around, parting my labia and finally finding my clit, which he at first flicked gently.
I have to admit I was not all that comfortable with having sex in the workplace, even though for now we were both clothed. On the other hand, I’m also not one to complain about getting a little bit of attention down there. I let his fingers do what they had to do. He kept going faster and harder. And I melted into his arms, afraid that the security camera would pick up on the noise as I came.
“You like that?” Kevin asked.
“I like that,” I half-whispered, half-squeaked. My heart was racing, sweat was dripping from my neck. Between the orgasm and the nerves, I was a shaking mess.
Kevin took my hand and guided it towards his zipper. I wanted to do this badly. It would be pretty hard to get caught as long as we were quiet. Besides, he did it for me and the taboo factor was a big turn on. I was fighting my conscious, the angel on my shoulder reminding me of all the reasons why this was a totally bad idea. On the other hand, I was fast falling victim to the passion of the moment. His free hand slid down my waist again, and canlı bahis siteleri in either a moment of clarity or insanity, I unzipped his fly and took a firm hold of him.
“Go ahead,” he prompted softly. He let his jeans fall down and propped himself against the running dryer.
“You sure about this?” I continued in the squeaky, nervous voice.
“Who’s ever going to know?” He gently pushed on my shoulders, inviting me to go down on him. I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and tugged his boxers away, exposing his member in all it’s beauty. Keeping him grasped firmly, I took one of his balls in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue.
“Oh-h-h, yeah,” he said softly. He cupped one hand on my shoulder and held the back of my head with the other.
“Be gentle,” I warned him. “I want you to enjoy this.”
“Yes, sweetie.” He dropped his hand from my head to the back of my neck.
I licked the shaft from base to tip, covered the head with tiny kisses and worked my way back down.
The angel on my shoulder was still talking to me, but by this time I was fully able to ignore it. I took a little bit of him in my mouth, tracing every ridge with my tongue. Kevin’s pleasure was my number one priority now. I took more and more of him in my mouth as his body tensed up.
“Oh. . .oh, shit!” he groaned. I picked up the pace, knowing he was on the brink. His hands moved their way to the back of my head, pushing me down on him.
A moment later, his warm cum filled my mouth. I grunted canlı bahis and swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop. His body trembled as he stroked my hair in approval.
I looked up finally, gazing into his eyes. Once again, my heart jumped into my throat as I realized what had just happened. As he caught his breath, he reached around and helped me to my feet. We kissed, but with my heart pounding and my mind racing, I wasn’t completely into it. He slid one hand down my neck and to my chest.
“Your heart’s beating a mile a minute,” he commented.
“I know,” was all I could manage to say.
“Calm down, Paige,” he said. He kissed me again. “No one needs to know about this and no one will ever know about this.”
“And doing what you shouldn’t do is fun.” I may have said that, but I still wasn’t sure I believed it.
“Let’s get out of here before someone comes looking for us, shall we?”
I looked at the dryer, now finished. “Let’s do some work first.” I unloaded it, and in record time, we folded the tablecloths and put them on the shelf.
We made our way to the time clock and punched out in silence. As we headed to the parking lot, I had to wonder why we didn’t save the encounter until we were done with work.
“Well,” I said, pulling my keys out. “I’ll see you next time.”
“So you’re not mad enough that there isn’t going to be a next time?”
I pulled him over by his collar. “I can’t wait for next time. Just as long as it’s not while we’re working.”
He smiled, leaning in to kiss me one more time before we called it a night. “Alright then. Until next time.”
I climbed into my car and pulled away. My heart slowed down and I had only one thought:
I really can’t wait until next time.