Snowed in. (Closed for Apollo Wilde)

[Apollo Wilde]

" 'Semi-relationship', he says," and she squeezed, just a bit harder. Just enough for it to hurt. "And no - Howard's a goddamn predator. I'm too old for him, anyway. He has a strict sell by date of 22."

As he grabbed her ass, she ran her tongue along his lower lip. She'd heard him the first time, and now, the second time, he'd asked. And she wasn't about to give him the luxury of her answer. Not while she still had such a lovely grip on his cock. She lightened her grip, enough so she could slide her hand lower to cup his balls tenderly through his jeans. Poor thing. She could almost feel him twitch against her - the thought of it was already soaking her panties.

But she wanted to torment him just a little more. With resolution, she pushed him back against his desk, making the little dinosaurs shake with the contact. Though she was smaller than him, she bracketed him in by spreading her legs wider, essentially "trapping" him between them.

"So how many times did you fuck her, thinking about me?"

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris was near at the breaking point and decided he really liked this part of Dawn's personality. Who knew she was so forward. Time to torture Dawn a little, see how she responded.

"Not enough times, nowhere near enough. If I had, I probably would have broken up with the bitch before she did. And I would've gotten up the guts to buy you coffee."

Chris reached down and tugged on her shirt, stretching the unicorn so the horn pointed at where he assumed her left nipple was. Releasing her shirt he ran his finger along the front of her waistband, finding the lace to her panties and guiding his fingers along it. this tease of her skin made him consider just tearing her pj's and panties down in one motion, but he knew the wait would be worth it. Sliding his fingers back to the front, and without looking Chris tugged at the drawstring to her pj's the knot was narrowing, one, maybe two more tugs and it would come loose.

"I saw you once, outside of work I mean. I was visiting friends probably somewhere near where you live as I stopped in the grocery store at 9th and Sunset to pick up some burgers for a party. I remember it was mid-summer on a Saturday, I'd gone in and I spotted you looking at magazines. You were reading some trashy mag because you had a quirky smile on your face as if you were part of some inside joke."

Tugging on the drawstring one more time, he looked down and noticed it was right at the knot. Making eye contact with Jen he said, "The thing I most remember was seeing you in the middle of the aisle as I passed by wearing these infinitely tight shorts and a tank top. At that moment, I thought to myself if Dawn has curves like that she must know how many men dream of taking a bite out of her ass..."

"So, just know I've had many an evening thinking about 'this' fine ass of yours..." Chris words were accentuated by his grip on her ass, his fingers not just on the curve of her ass, but now in the crack of her butt, gripping her to him.

"Now, tell me... how many times have you thought of riding my cock till you can't breathe? How many times have you thought of me cumming inside you, at work, filling you up and letting you feel my seed come out of you? Filling your already drenched panties and wearing them through meetings all day. With the dirty secret of knowing that nobody knows how soaked you are."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“ ‘Bitch’, now?” She squeezed harder, enough for it to hurt. It was a punishment - but only of sorts. After all, she hadn’t known what the relationship was between them. Not like she hardly knew him now. But she WAS planning on finding another job - had been interviewing on the sly - , and well, what happened here at the office didn’t have to affect her life outside of its walls.

“You were with her, after all.” She added the slightest twist, enough to make him gasp, before she eased off, instantly. She seemed to know exactly where that fine line was of too much pain, pain so harsh that it would take him out of the moment. Truthfully, she loved being in control - and seeing him melt like this, confess to something that he never would have in any other circumstance, was enough to make her high.

At his questions, the tugging at her draw string of her pants, she simply chuckled. “I just honestly met you a few minutes ago, Mr. Meyer.” It wasn’t a lie. “But, if you must know, speaking of asses, yours has been the subject of a betting pool on my floor since you first came down to service Helen’s computer. She said, and I quote, ‘He can service me with his hard drive any day.’” Her hands went back to caressing the bulge in his jeans, lovingly, now. “My bet was at least 8 inches.” She deftly undid his belt, ran her finger around the button of his jeans, before lightly popping it free. Now, she reached into his pants without so much as an invitation from him.

Her hand, now inside, was deceptively cool against the heated flesh of his cock, and her smile widened. Wrapping her fingers around him, she let her hand slip down to the base, rest lightly against his balls, then slip up, her fingertips dancing across the slick head of him. With her other hand, she pushed him back flat against the desk so that he was sitting down. Once he was settled, she reached up and under him, gently tugging his pants down to his ankles. With him sitting on the desk, it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for him with his pants there.

Standing back, she seemed to smirk, self-satisfied, before she gave the draw string of her pajama pants a final tug. They were loose enough to fall to her ankles without any further assistance from her. Now, still in her long sleeved pajama pants, the purple lace of her panties were fully exposed - a lace trimmed thong. A bit skimpy for the cold weather, but, hey, when you spend all day inside, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. Plus, there was something pleasant about the wind catching against her skin just right.

With a fluid motion, she reached up, and tugged down her panties. Completely bare from the waist down, she lightly kicked off her pajama bottoms and straddled Chris on the desk. Using her thighs, she kept herself from sinking down onto his hard cock, and, instead, stayed there, hovering above him, so tantalizingly close for the both of them. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page: you’re currently not dating anyone or married, and I’m currently not dating anyone or married.” She craned her head to look at him, her eyebrows raised. The unspoken sentiment was clear - don't get me involved in any bullshit drama.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Who was this woman, this wasn't the Dawn he'd heard about, not the ice queen that everyone said she was. She was three steps short of a dominatrix. She was missing the boots and the leather, and the whip. It was almost 'too' much.. but Just when he thought she was possibly going to go too far she stopped.

"I was with her, but people change, and you suddenly find out the person you were in love with isn't who you thought they were."

When she pulled off his belt, his cock grew harder, when she unbuttoned his jeans he closed his eyes and felt her cool hand touch his cock... It was as if he'd been touched by the hand of a goddess. her hand was strong yet gentle, and it made him harder, hotter for Dawn than he thought possible.

He wanted to smirk, in satisfaction that there was a betting pool about his cock and while he knew he wasn't small by any means he'd never felt the need to find out how big he was, no need, if the woman he was with was happy with his performance, what's the fucking point. What Dawn thought was a conversation to be had later, much later.

She was overwhelming, totally in control which was stunning and made him speechless, all he thought to do was to shimmy out of his jeans and quickly get them off his legs, wriggling out of them as Dawn pulled the drawstring to her pajamas exposing the purple lace thong beneath. An audible sigh escaped his lips as Dawn swiftly tossed them to the floor, his guess had thankfully been right. As Dawn got up and nearly sank onto him, Chris could hear the audible screech of a needle getting thrown off the record.

“Just to make sure we’re on the same page: you’re currently not dating anyone or married, and I’m currently not dating anyone or married.”

With a subtle but confident smile, Chris nodded "Not dating, not married... but planning on fucking the most beautiful woman in this company in any room we choose, all weekend."

Pulling Dawn down on his cock, Chris gave an audible satisfied groan...his cock felt welcomed, in her pussy, he held her down with his hands hard on her lips and kissed her full on... the air smelled and tasted like sex...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

A smart ass comment (made obvious by that sweet sour twist of her lips) died before it was born, swept away in the low moan that left her as he pulled her down on his cock. For long moments, she could do nothing more but sit, so deliciously impaled. The muscles of her cunt spasmed around him, fluttering, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of his girth and length. The moan was partially cut off by his lips against hers - it was all too intense, too much for her to hold, and she jerked away.

"Fuck," she hissed, her head lowering against his shoulder. Welcoming him still as she adjusted, she grew all the wetter, nearly to the point that she was dripping down his shaft. "Where have you been all my life?" She panted, her arms going around his shoulders to further anchor herself to him. He felt perfect inside of her, finally, the missing piece, the solution of those months of idle lusting after his taunt thighs and candy bar perfect ass wrapped in those jeans he wore.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. His fit was perfect, her body adjusted - and she began to lift herself off of him, her body clenching on him as she pulled up, her cunt refusing to let go. She kept her face against his neck, where it met his shoulder, and only able to get herself half-way off of his cock, she dropped down again, angling her hips just so that her clit bumped against him, grinding to ease her closer to the edge.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris welcomed her control of their pace, his hands guiding her just a little, letting her get used to him inside her, never forcing too much. He wanted to groan out as well, call her name and run his hands into her hair. They'd have plenty of time for the 'touchy' type of sex. Right now they were doing the 'pent up needy tear my clothes off and fuck me' kind. Chris was more than satisfied by that.

When she called out, wondering where he'd been all her life, Chris smiled and gave her a satisfied moan from his lips in agreement, comments would be made later, right now he just wanted her, and he let his need for her overtake him. His actions would speak more than his words, and at that moment he wanted the satisfaction of pleasuring her as much as possible.

When Dawn increased the movements of her hips, he matched, he would fuck her for along as he could, the creaking and groan gave him the impression that while they might want to stay there his desk might have problem with it, his cubical desk was probably not stress tested for workplace sex. A change in venue would be quickly necessary.

Picking up Dawn by her thighs he straightened up, stood up and thrust his cock deep in her, a long animal groan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, along with a deep

"Fuck yes......."

Pulling her legs around his waist he turned, took a few paces and pushed her back against the solid wall. Letting gravity work, Chris felt Dawn sink on him completely, only then did he thrust hard into her.. Primal groans of lust coupled with heavy breathing filling the room, it was only a measure quieter than the massive fans in the server room.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

As the creaking and groaning of the desk began to mask the sounds they were making, it was becoming harder for her to focus on him. Through the haze of him slamming into her, her thoughts began to fragment - flitting from laughter at the absurdity of the situation to the very real fear that the desk might come crashing down, destroying everything on it, including a very expensive computer that was considered company property. And though she hated the job, she wanted to quit, not to be fired.

Apparently he was thinking the same thing. She let out the most precious surprised squeak as he easily lifted her up, and slammed himself deeper home. Another squeak, melting into a moan, would leave her as he pressed her against the wall. Though he’d angled her legs deftly around his waist, she clung now, both out of the desire to keep him buried deep in her, moving, and to anchor herself. Pressing her back against the wall, she didn’t have time to marvel at her new situation (never been fucked against a wall like this, after all) before her brain clicked on and she was attempting to figure out the best way to move with him.

Being up against the wall didn’t give her as much leverage, and with another hard pump into her, pressing up against her clit, any conscious thought fled her mind. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she resolved to settle into the ride of her life. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders, as she locked her ankles tighter around his waist.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Their erotic dance of teasing, and finally fucking had created a sort of 'bubble' around them. Chris could hear nothing else but his heart beating heavy i

Chris welcomed how hard she gripped him welcomed the tightness of her hips around his waist and welcomed the sounds she made each time he thrust into her. He'd never thought of this position before but god damn if it wasn't erotic. Chris was simply going with what felt right, and for certain, the warm feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock made him eager to please her. After a few moments, he could feel his legs 'want' to cramp up, unused to holding such a position for a long period of time despite how pleasurable it was being buried deep in Dawn he eventually gave in and lowered Dawn, slowly unwrapping her legs from his hips so her feet touched the ground. He had to withdraw out of Dawn, and the moment he felt his cock leave her he groaned in disappointment.

Chris broke the bubble, kissed Dawn heavily and touched his nose to hers.

"You... are fucking amazing... Dawn, I'm sorry I couldn't..keep us there for much longer..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Her eyes fluttered open as he gently untangled her, and to aid him, she let her arms ease from around his neck and shoulders. Her head was spinning - was this actually happening? Toes making contact with the rough office carpet, she simply stood there, lightly swaying on her feet, with an absolutely lust-drunk look on her face. Her gaze was dreamy and far away, and her blinking unnaturally languid. Before she could complete her journey into La La Land, Chris kissed her. Unlike the ferocity of their first few kisses, this one was fumbling towards sweet, reality sneaking back into an outrageous situation.

Untangling herself from him, she took a step back. Looked at the carpet - an unappetizing shade that may have been a shade of blue at one point in time, but the traffic of numerous feet and moves had mottled it into a sickly blue-gray. Not to mention as rough as it was on her feet, it’d probably be hell on her knees. She glanced to the side, spying her pajama pants. It’d be fine.

With one long step, she’d retrieved them, and kneeling, spread them out on the floor to make a haphazard blanket. Then, scooting onto them, she turned and angled her hips towards him. With her ass in the air, the glistening folds of her sex were easily seen, framed with dark hair. If he needed further provocation, she reached between her legs, and deftly spread herself, dark pink vivid against the brown of her skin.

“Less apologizing; more fucking,” was all she said.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris stroked his cock while looking down at Dawn, now on her knees, waiting on him. Who was he to deny that...

Chris had to have one taste, just one... He knelt and gave her a slight swat across her ass and took one long lick from pussy to ass. the sweet taste of her made his cock harder, as he got to his knees and placed his cock just outside the entrance to her pussy. Teasing her for half a moment he swiped the head of his cock through the folds of her pussy and took her hand at the wrist putting it on his cock. As she guided him in, he thrust slowly.. bottoming out. A deep groan escaped his mouth..

"Fuck.....Such a perfect fit..."

From slow thrusts quickly grew to an almost chaotic pace, Chris' hands found her hips, grabbed them and pounded into her for all he was worth. Occasionally between deep heavy thrusts, he'd reach forward put his hand on her shoulder and pull back on her just as he tried to bottom out in her pussy.

It was as intense of a session of mad chaotic lust filled fucking that he'd ever had, and he was getting close...he could feel it start in his toes.. and at the top of his head in every follicle of hair he could feel that familiar tingling.

"I'm getting close..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

The touch of his tongue was enough to make her groan aloud, and push back into him. Mmm. There would be time for that later - right now, she needed more. His teasing made sure to remind her of that. She nearly swatted his hand away in her zeal to guide him in, and, finally, finally, as he slid into her, she had to force herself to hold still to allow him to move within her. When he, at last, bottomed out into her, she slumped down, her legs trembling, her eyes closed in absolute bliss.

As his thrusts sped up, her ability to hold herself up faltered - and soon, her face was pressed against the plush fabric of her pajamas, her mouth open. Commands of “Harder,” “Faster,” “Fuck me,” dissolved into non-sensible noise. Sheer cries of pleasure that grew in volume, nearly muffling the sound of his hips slapping against her rear. With each thrust, she seemed to grow wetter, nearly dripping down her legs. Even with her face pressed against the floor, she managed to reach between her legs, eagerly angling for her clit. Making contact, her cunt clenched against his, a brief spasm, as she sucked in a shuddering breath.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned out in response to him. She couldn’t wait to feel him fill her up, to have him pouring out, down over her thighs. “Please….” Her cunt was pulsing: she was getting closer, each thrust pushing her nearer to the edge as well.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris heard her words, watched Dawn start to collapse and put her head down into her pajama pants as her own needs took over her body. Chris reached forward ran his hands down her back, feeling the smooth skin and admiring how each thrust of his cock sent ripples through her body. Each time he crashed against her he grew closer to an explosion of ecstasy.

At Dawn's urging he didn't stop, didn't think about anything other filling her to overflowing. When he could no longer hold back Chris pushed hard, ground his cock deep, and pulled back on her hips one last time before he felt lightening flow through his body. From his toes to his head it hit him eventually reaching his cock, followed by an excessively long bout of expletives which grew progressively louder, then finished by a deep groan of satisfaction.

Fuck....fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!!..."

Ribbons of cum poured from his cock deep inside her pussy as his cock pulsed sending his seed deep within.

When the crest of his orgasm was over his cock was sensitive, and Chris thought to himself he couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an intense orgasm, or when he'd cum so much. The thoughts didn't last long as he needed to make sure the woman who'd inspired such shattering events had an equally if not more explosive climax of her own.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her voice stopped - then started, shaking, then, bursting into a howl as she came, her body clenching tightly around his, a vice grip that, only slowly, began to release. Her eyes fluttered open, and she became dimly aware of the damp spot under her cheek, of feeling his seed spill from out of her, trailing slowly down her thighs.

For long moments, the only sound was the hum of the server room, and their heavy breathing.

A belabored sigh, and she sank down beneath him, her eyes closing again. Sense was coming back to her, even as he continued to spill out of her. Reality tiptoed in, slipping round her stomach.

Jesus. What have I done? Was I that hard up?

"Just so you know," her voice was a hoarse croak, after the prolonged scream of her orgasm, "I don't typically do this." It was lame. Truly lame - and hard not to luxuriate in a sluttish way of being so completely and utterly full. Masturbating with him in mind hadn't even begun to scratch the surface of how good he actually was.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris was truly at ease for the moment, her comment regarding 'typical' behavior wasn't entirely unexpected. At least she hadn't hopped up and kicked him the balls, yelling at him that he'd cum inside her when she wasn't protected. That inner turmoil he kept to himself. Instead he decided to gently play with the situation and make her smile. In his best exaggerated voice, he commented,

"Why Dawn.. Whatever do you mean? You don't typically get stuck at work in a snow storm and have to spend the weekend hold up where you'd least want to be?"

Chris leaned against the side of his desk, his head on the edge as his chest heaved. looking down they were a sight to behold.

"Typically I don't do this either, but then again any typical expectation got thrown out a long time ago."

His legs felt weak, and he looked down between his legs to where his now flaccid cock started to come out of Dawn, and while he certainly wanted to lean down and join her on the floor, he wasn't sure if she'd be one to 'cuddle' after such a lust filled experience. They were still strangers after all, he couldn't assume that it was ok for him to simply hold her as he might a girlfriend.

Instead, he reached over and pulled out a container of baby wipes out of his middle desk drawer. Unsnapping the opening he assuredly alarmed her and waved them down at her. "Now you might be asking... what exactly is Chris doing with a package of baby wipes in his desk? Well.. during the summer I used to go running, and instead of trying to shower off I'd clean up using these. Never imagined I'd be using them for this."

As tenderly as Chris knew how he used the moist yet cold wipes on Dawn's thighs and his cock, part of him wanted to dive in and eat her out, he had no objections to tasting himself mixed with her own sexiness, he'd always enjoyed going down on a woman after she'd just had an orgasm, the fresh taste of her pussy juices was like a fine liquor. One that he always enjoyed. But he wasn't sure if she wanted that, she could be too sensitive to be touched down there.

Once he was done cleaning them both up, he disposed of the soiled wipes in his trash can, then reached down to massage her back. Gently caressing her skin, actually now taking the opportunity to sensually touch her. Her smooth ebony skin demanded to be touched kissed and appreciated...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Playfully rolling her eyes at his comment, she sprawled out on her pajamas, savoring the afterglow. "Smartass." She now moved to prop herself up lazily on her elbows. She just knew that her pajamas were going to absolutely reek of sex - and would be damp. Not the best idea she'd had. Hell, she was still trying to make sense of what all that happened, with two very distinct voices in her head:

I fucking acted like some dick hungry slut and now I still gotta work with this guy. Dammit.

Why are you complaining? You thought - think - he's hot, and he fucks like a dream. This is a win-win!

She tilted her head back dramatically, and then slumped back on her pajamas, spreading out across the floor. Beneath her, the carpet was rough and cold - but she was too sweaty / tired to honestly care that much. Her stomach clenched painfully, and she sucked in a deep breath.

And here comes the guilt.

But before she could speak, he was talking again - something about baby wipes? He sounded calm - looked it, as well. Like this was something he'd done before. She couldn't find the energy to roll her eyes again. After all, it takes two to tango, and he could have turned her down at any point. If anything, he seemed to be the real instigator behind all of this.

Watching him, idly, as he delicately mopped the inside of her thighs, she let her legs fall open to him. She was all too aware of how erotic the sight must be - her still spread, her cunt lips drenched in her cum and his, the curve of her stomach leading under the fabric of her shirt. She licked her lips, watching - not meant to scintillate, but to help her figure out what in the world she was going to say to this man.

As his fingertips brushed across her back, she was, again, torn. Part of her wanted to jerk away - wasn't he being awfully smooth - and the other part of her wanted to sink back into his touch. What she ended up doing was something between the two - she didn't move, but she didn't entirely relax, either.

"So, how many girls in the office have you fucked?" It wasn't hostile - if anything, she sounded deflated, like the wind had gone out of her sails, her confidence gone, replaced by doubt.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Great...Just great." His hope that she wouldn't regret fucking him was now a thing of the past. He'd been pretty specific, he'd been in a relationship till about 6 months ago when he'd been dumped like trash. She'd left him in such a mess that dating anyone was out of the question. Aside from getting himself off, he'd not been laid since she left him.

"Just you Dawn, Just you and only you. Honestly, I've never had an attraction to anyone else."

"Don't tell me you regret this?? I mean, I couldn't have been terrible... "

Chris wanted to say more, something about what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, he'd never tell a soul.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She laughed, shakily, sarcastically.

" 'Regret' it? God, Chris - that was the best fuck I've had in years. Maybe even my life." Turning to face him, her dark eyes glittered, as if on the verge of tears. She ran her hands through her hair. "But I mean...what in the hell was that? It was like an explosion. One I totally needed. God."

Stretching out , she rested back on her hands, her legs spread wide. She looked back at him, admiring the musculature of his thighs, the tangle of pubic hair, his semi-flaccid cock laying against his balls. She felt a stirring between her legs, but despite the instinct that made her want to close them, she left them open.

The room felt warmer now - perhaps she'd gotten adjusted to being bottomless. In between the storm of guilt and self-deprecation, she could feel a flicker of desire still there, fueled by curiosity. What did his chest look like? Was he hairy? Were his muscles there as defined as the ones in his legs?

Curiosity won out, and she moved automatically. Her hands lightly grasped the bottom of his shirt, before slipping under to run up his stomach, stopping beneath his pectorals.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris was a little take a back by her comment, and wanted to say something. But his eyes trailed up her body to the look on her face as he thought she might devour him again. Instead, Dawn closed the gap and put her hand under his shirt. The soft touch of her fingers made him take a deep breath, and sigh. He could feel himself growing again.. and spoke out in a voice only a measure above a whisper.

"My god Dawn... your hand... Don't stop touching me..."

Chris leaned in and cupped her ass with one hand while the other went between her thighs, finding the wet folds of her pussy he slipped two fingers between them gathering her wetness on his fingers, then bringing them up to his own lips, sucking them dry. The taste of her elicited a mischievous grin... His hand went back down again but this time stayed there, lightly rubbing against her clit. In some part of his brain a switch was flipped, he had to have her again.. but not here.. reaching for Dawn he helped her up, and without another comment he leaned down gathered her pants and panties in one hand with his jeans and briefs. With one quick look at his pants he made sure his ID was still there, just to make sure he could get in. Grasping Dawn's hand he kissed her once, and said "If we are doing this... I'm not gonna have you on a carpet that's older that hasn't seen a vaccum in years.."

Quickly pulling Dawn along and out the door, before he changed his mind or she stopped him he headed down the hallway. Both of them were probably a sight to see, but Chris was determined, if he was going to spend the rest of the weekend with Dawn the last place he was going to fuck her again was going to be on the nasty carpet of his office. The cool air of the hallway, which took them past the massive windows they'd stared out of had effected him, making his cock tingle, growing, needing attention.

When they reached the staff lounge he'd first seen her in, Chris tossed each article of clothing down on an end table almost like a check list. Mentally making sure he hadn't forgotten anything.. First her pj's and thong, the thong which he was almost reluctant to toss down, followed by his jeans and briefs. He was commanding this moment, and in a twirl, still holding Dawn's hand he kissed her hard and brought one hand to her bare ass his fingers slipping into the crack of her butt. the other went under the front of her shirt, slowly....

"Now... where were we..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

God, his voice. The pleading, the way he melted under her touch. It was far beyond anything that she could have ever imagined. Such tantalizing snippets of him as a man - because, to be fair, she still knew nothing about him. Something about dinosaurs and a break up. That was it. And she couldn’t. Keep. Her. Fucking. Hands. To. Herself.

Circling the tender skin of his nipples, her mouth watered, longing for the moment that she would trace the same patterns with her tongue. She gave a slight start as his fingers slipped lower on her body, to play at the folds of her sex, and she had to stop herself from melting into him. It was strange - the way his fingers seemed to know her body, to play it as aptly as they’d been lovers, fuckbuddies, whatever, for years. Her folds, already damp, sodden, from their earlier wild fucking, simply grew wetter, heat spilling from her, coating his fingers. One, two, three, of those light flickers against her clit, and she bit her lip to stop from whining pathetically.

Just as it was starting to get good, just as she was about to lay back and spread her legs for him (fuck, just imagining him sliding back into her was nearly enough to make her cum), he was pulling her to her feet. Slightly off balanced, she knocked into him, but quickly regained their footing. His lips were a hint against hers of further things to come, and she simply nodded, wondering what he had in mind. Somewhere, logic still battered against the bars of her brain: she needed to stop, they needed to talk, but then, as they went through that hallway, feet tapping against the floor, she could see his cock, erect again, and need overpowered everything else.

Back in the lounge, she almost laughed. Well, it was a bit warmer in here, at least. Though it was spacious, the only windows were high up on the walls, nearly to the ceiling. The ceiling. Suddenly, her eyes widened. The sense of panic that flooded her body was strong enough to drown out the sensation of him playing with the top of her ass.

“Cameras,” was all she managed to choke out. That was right - the security guard at the front desk, she recalled, had a constant feed of videos from around the building. Not like it would make much of a difference now - he’d gone home at a decent hour, unlike her - , but she had no idea if the cameras were closed circuit, or even ran when the building was supposed to be deserted. “Dude.” And her breath that left her now was a shuddering chuckle. “We’re so fucked if they were recording this.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris put his finger on Dawn's chin, and directed her to look him in the eyes, he signed, and caressed the smooth globe of her right ass cheek, his fingers gliding across it, up and down, then swirling.. the thought of getting caught on camera fucking Dawn till they both passed rather erotic. He'd never been much of an exhibitionist, the riskiest thing he'd ever done sexually was fingering an ex-girlfriend in his Durango on a road trip while he was driving and she was in the passenger seat. Nobody had a clue, and she just leaned back, sunglasses on and enjoyed. But the thought of having Dawn splayed out on the boardroom table eating her out, then turning her over and fucking her made his cock stir. Hell the thought of what they might do over the weekend might very well change how he thought of this whole building.

"Well, if... it makes you feel any safer, I talked to the security Sup at one time about 6 months ago, and found out that the cameras are really only in the 'public' spaces down on the first and second floor.. Alot of the cameras which are placed around the building are just not hooked up yet. Better to 'look' like they are watching than to have people know that a lot of them don't work yet. And if you want to know why I know that... you need top top ultra secret security clearance. But I can be bribed.."

WIth his hand under her shirt, Chris distracted Dawn again by a not so subtle glide of his thumb across her left nipple. As he did it, the little unicorn over her left breast seemed to prance.. and Chris did feel a certain stir as he looked around the room, trying to spot any of the tiny lenses in the corners or over the main doorway that lead into the lounge. Sure that Old Frank hadn't lied to him, Chris took her right hand and firmly put it on his cock..and smiled..."I can guarantee you, if they are indeed recording this, they are in for one hell of a show."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Well, it wasn't like she wasn't already in the process of trying to find another job. But being fired for "fucking like rabbits on company property" wasn't something that she wanted on the record.

However, if she was going to be honest with herself, the idea of someone watching, and not just watching, but feverishly watching as she was spread open and pounded, was an incredible turn on. Perhaps she was in the wrong line of business.

"I dunno about 'safer,'" she leaned back into the hand caressing her rear, "But if you, in theory, know your way around this stuff, I guess I'm going to have to trust you." She looked up at him with an impish grin. "Besides, I wouldn't be the only one getting their ass in hot water over this." She gently closed her hand over his cock, luxuriating in the warmth of it - and the excitement of having him all over again. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I've got an idea. Let's play 20 Questions," she suddenly said, letting go of his cock. Turning her back to him, she walked over to the couch, and sat down, bare assed, on it. Spreading her legs, she ran a hand down over her folds, letting her eyelids flutter shut at the sensation. She was still mildly sensitive from the wild fucking from earlier, but from the way her body tingled at the slight touch, she was definitely up for more. "Because, you know. Still fucking a complete stranger," which...as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she had to admit, that may have been part of the appeal. A complete stranger - other than the fact that he was cute, had an incredible body and a smile that sent shivers down her spine, she didn't know anything about. And...that was kind of fun.

Once settled fully onto the couch, she took off her top - and the dark violet bra she wore beneath it. Now, entirely naked, she looked over at him and grinned. "Or do you want to keep it as simple as 'strangers fucking'?"

 

[CoSurvivor]

Everything she was saying made sense, If indeed the cameras were working then she'd be the last person they'd be looking at. He was the one guiding her down the hallway with his dick swinging in the breeze. If there was a way to make sure the video recording didn't have any evidence then he'd have to make sure of it. However that was an after thought, as he was pretty god damn sure that the cameras had been installed but never set up. That was a project for the fall, which as part of the server team, and one of the people in house who was responsible for the server which housed the security tapes, he'd have knowledge of. Of course.. if he really wanted to be malicious he could hack the server under Howard's name and delete the recording from last night on. Hell of a way to get him canned and well they'd be safe.. The wheels turned in his head on how they'd get themselves out of a situation if they ended up in one. That was for later.

Chris was indeed listening to what Dawn had said about strangers fucking, but god damn it if he didn't much care. The moment he watched her fling her shirt and bra off her body he knew two things were going to happen. He was certainly going to kneel and make her cum again, and two, he'd never look at the couch or the employee lounge in the same way again.

"We can play 20 questions Dawn, I'm ok with that... Ladies first of course.We can fuck while we become no longer strangers.. ok?"

Chris took his shirt up and off, exposing his bare chest, the small amount of hair that he had on his chest, and stomach raised from the cooler air and simply becasue well.. he was exposing himself to someone he'd been crushing on for a long time. Tossing his shirt aside, Chris stood there for a moment letting Dawn get a good look at him, it had been a while since he'd stood in front of anyone completely naked, but she'd earned a good look at him. Chris in turn looked down between her legs, his cock twitched at the thought of tasting her. kneeling and burying his face between her thighs and drinking her in....

Chris walked toward her, and as he reached the couch he leaned in and took a kiss from her, then smiled, Pulling her hips to the edge of the couch he lined himself up, and pushed in, feeling the heat of her begin to surround and welcome him..

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Fully undressed before her, she eyed him up and down, making it quite clear that she enjoyed what she saw. God. It was even better than what she imagined. It just kept getting better and better.

Tilting her head up, she met his kiss - though, oddly, she kept it chaste. Almost like she was trying to hurry it along so she could feel him again. Which was precisely what was going on through her head. There was, she felt, no time for the whole kissy bit, or, if there was, it'd have to be much later. Until the fire was out of her blood or until she could physically no longer take him.

As he slid into her, she couldn't help the long, pleasured moan that slipped from her lips. Angling, she slid further down so he could bottom out in her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper into her. "That was my question," she gasped out, when words became easy again. "Did you want to know more, or just stay as strangers?"

Her eyes, turned up to him, were dark and sparkling with a bit of humor. The little nagging sensation in her head was growing dimmer with every single bit of contact from him. In time, she figured, or, if she kept fucking him, it'd go away all together.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris wanted to bury his soul in hers. simply make them as one, and the urgency to be inside of her grew with each push inside. How she smelled, the way she talked, the way her hands glided on him lit every sense on fire. It was as if he was touching a live wire that hit him perfectly and if he let go, he'd be blind, deaf and numb.

Every stroke inside her made him more certain of a comment she'd made, and how right she'd been, as he bottomed out inside her feeling her pussy snugly hold him tightly he groaned and gasped out.. "God damn Dawn you were right... Where have you been all my life.."

Chris kept his thrusts gradual, letting the tension naturally build. His rhythm was chaotic teasing and consistent all at the same time.. He'd stroke into her, longingly watching her body rock as each time he pushed deep, then he'd stop, hold himself in her and stay all the way in, until being buried so deep was a sensory overload. He'd pull out almost allowing the tip of his cock to slip free, only to tease Dawn and in a slow long stroke, he'd push in and bottom out, beginning the process all over again. This rhythm continued until his calves started speaking, a slow pain beginning letting him know he could no longer maintain his position. Chris gathered Dawn in his arms and change position, laying her out lengthwise and burying himself in her, burying his face in her neck..the smell of sex, sweat and lust heavy on both of them.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She laughed - shorter than it should have been, ended on an abrupt moan that he wrenched from her body with a firm thrust. Even though this was their second round, she still felt a pleasant burn when he entered her, his cock stretching her, molding her to accommodate him better. And, with each slow thrust, her body responded: growing wetter, muscles flexing, and god, whenever he eased out, her body fought to keep him in - clenching tighter, the muscles in her stomach contracting as she lifted herself up, did whatever she could to keep him there. And his goddamn teasing - the first time, she kept quiet, the second time, a pitiful whine, a bucking of her hips, to try and get him to ease back inside of her. Her cunt gaped without him - and, that blissful moment when he finally slid back in, heralded by a pleased cry from her.

She didn't know why she wasn't surprised when he shifted - her arms floated around his neck, anchoring herself to him to help without losing the closeness. Beneath him, her legs parted easily, one wrapping loosely about his waist, to keep him firmly buried within her. The pace now was less frenzied, there was a chipping away at internal walls, as he placed his head in the crook of her neck, his lips warm against the side of her throat. With some difficulty, she angled her face down, kissing where she could, the side of his face, his nose, strands of hair, attempting to coax his mouth back to hers. To let things progress naturally.