Were you ever late for work because of sex?

It has definitely happened more than once. I remember one time I had an important meeting first thing in the morning. The alarm had gone off and I was laying in bed waking up when my wife reaches over and starts playing with my morning wood. She rarely initiates so I knew she must have been really horny. At the same time she started playing with her pussy. Well, meeting be damned, I couldn't pass up that opportunity. We proceeded to have a really intense session. I walked into my meeting late with a smile on my face and blamed it on traffic.
 
if work is making my wife’s breakfast then yes as she is already working at her desk.
 
This when i was working at a school teaching kids in the afternoons and i would go home for lunch. Me and my then bf started making out and ended up fucking on the couch until i realised i was going to be late. We both came and I hurried back to school, i got there 10 min late and before entering the class room the secretary told me one of the children's dad wanted to speak to me about his son. I don't remember the conversation but i just remember feeling the cum drip out of my pussy while talking to this man and wondering if he could notice at all.
 
Just about to walk out the front door to head to my grocery store job in hs. Old gf is standing on the porch. She looks at my crotch and smiles. What would you do? 😈
 
In married life - countless times due to morning sex with my wife.

In the single days before that, quite a few times with girlfriends, but my favourite was one time after a great night I was on the train with my then gf. She leaned in told me how horny she was, started rubbing me under a jacket so nobody could see. By the time we got to our stop I was fully ready to go. We ended up fucking in the alleyway behind her office. The whole thing took only a few minutes as we were so buzzed with the thrill of it all and the potential to be caught. She told me later when she’d got up from her desk for a coffee break there was a visible wet patch on her chair. I ended up 20 mins late as her office was the opposite direction from mine from the station - nobody said a thing.
 
I used to work early Saturday mornings and one morning. I told my wife I had to be there an hour and a half early. I had arranged to go meet a lady friend at her apartment for an early morning rendezvous. We got very much involved in some fetish play and I wound up about 45 minutes late. I had a customer waiting for about 15 minutes, but I didn’t give a hoot about that at all. The sex at morning was some of the best I’ve ever had with my lady friend, and it was well worth it.
 
School. When I went that is, a friend and I used to skip classes to have some fun. In the old part of the building there was a corridor that had been boarded up for a redesign of the class layouts. We borrowed some of the rubber mats from the gymnasium and made the floor a bit more comfortable. My friend and I used to hide out there and fool around. A prefect saw us disappear one day and followed us. We both ended up sucking him off. Then my friend realised there was money to be made and with help from the prefect started giving hand and blowjobs to other students. Of course we were all over eighteen. 😜 😜
 
John Cadman was a man of punctuality, his alarm would go off at 6:42 every working day he would rise after giving his wife a kiss on the cheek then shower before dressing and making a coffee to sustain him on his way to the bagel stall at 7:33.

He sat on a covered bench finishing the last dregs of his Coffee and bagel before entering his office building at exactly 7:50 so he was at his desk overseeing the call centre he managed at 7:55, as I said a man of punctuality.
 
All day he shuffled electronic memos to different offices and resolving issues that the basic operations officers were unable to resolve. Lunch was 12:00 until 13:05 where he visited one of the three food outlets that were on the block where his offices stood. But this day was different as he sat down, with the expectation of seeing Dawn the attractive redhead who normally served him, he was left waiting.

“I am sorry sir, this is my first day. What can I get you.” This dimple faced college student asked.

“I will have my usual please with the blackberry pie please.” John asked.

“Sorry mister what number is your usual.” The small breasted girl said while poring him a coffee.

“The daily special. Miss, my usual is the daily special.” John said looking at her face that almost had a tear in her eye.

“Please forgive me my dear, we all have to learn.” John said as she turned and walked away
 
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