Wednesday evening. I’m working late. Stupid project! Why did my boss have to come up with it now. And of course it’s urgent now, should have been finished yesterday! And just because he forgot, I have to work overtime now. I’m so annoyed, really! Even had to cancel my bellydance training !!!
Everybody has gone home already, the hallway is dark the other offices empty and silent. It feels strange, to be all alone up here….. so I leave the door of my office open, don’t know why, I just feel less imprisoned.
I try to concentrate on my work and not to let the silence distract me from my job. After some time, I am so immersed in the papers before me, that I don’t notice my surroundings anymore. Somewhere in my subconscious I hear the ping of the elevator doors – loud like a bell in the silence. Must be the janitor.
A creepy feeling crawls over my back. I feel watched. Out of the corner of my eye I see a movement but when I turn around, no one is there.
Well, well….. I hear movement, so someone must be around. I need a coffee anyway so I stand up and go to the coffee machine. As I pass my boss’s office, I hear a noise and peek in. Oy! I didn’t know we had male cleaning personnel. But there he is…..a big guy, short cropped dark hair, beard. Looks really hot in his tight jeans and white shirt, a bandanna around his head.
His back is to me, but then he seems to feel my presence and turns around. Our eyes lock! For a couple of seconds we just stand there, lost in each other’s gaze. My face heats up and I mumble something like an apology and turn away from the door.
On shaking legs I go to the break-room to get my coffee with hot milk and head back to my office, barely glancing when I pass my boss’s office where he is still cleaning.
Back at my desk I try to concentrate on my work again. It’s hard though…. I cannot seem to get my thoughts off the handsome janitor. Heat creeps down between my legs and my panties are getting damp. Ok…. well….. I really have to get this work done tonight. So I force my thoughts back to work. The minutes merge into hours as I work, enveloped in silence once again... just broken once in a while by the noises of the man cleaning the offices.
Once again immersed in the project before me, I almost jump out of my skin, letting go a startled cry, when a big hand settles on my shoulder and another over my mouth to muffle the second cry threatening to come out. A hot breath feathers over my ear and a husky voice whispers:"I know you want this...I have seen it in your eyes"
I nod and he takes his hand from my mouth and at the same time swings my office chair around, so I face him. His hands on both armrests, crowding me he locks eyes with me." I want you !"
With these words he seals his lips on my mouth and pushes his tongue in, swirling it around, until I give in and open wide, to let him take over the kiss completely. A low moan escapes my throat. The wetness pooling between my legs making my lower lips throb almost painfully.
He breaks the kiss,before we both suffocate and kisses down my throat, his hands kneading my breasts over my tight shirt. My head falls back and another moan escapes louder this time. He starts unbuttoning my shirt, spreading it wide open to reveal my purple bra. Pushing the shirt back over my shoulders he reaches behind my back, unhooking the bra letting my breasts fall out. He pushes the shirt over my arms, taking it off completely, then freeing me of the bra.
His mouth goes down on my breasts, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other, tweaking them, making them hard and sensitive.
His hands roam down my body over my hips…. his hand going under my skirt, pushing away the tiny triangle of fabric covering my pussy and pushes his middle finger in my wet throbbing heat, finger-fucking me first with one, then with two fingers. His thumb massaging my clit at the same time.
My breath gets heavy, I start panting. He sinks down between my legs, spreading them wide, pushing my skirt up, pulling me down slightly for better access and dives down between my legs, licking my clit, sucking hard until I start squirming and babbling incoherently. His tongue stabbing me, fucking me while one of his fingers creeps behind fingering my tight butt hole, pushing me to the edge, but not yet over….. keeping me there, torturing, teasing.
He seems to feel, that I am very close now, because he suddenly stopps what he’s doing, standing up, pulling me with him, swiping the papers off my desk and pushing me face down over it mybutt presented nicely for him to do as he pleases.
With one hand he holds me down on the desk while he fumbles his pants open with the other. I cannot see what he’s doing, but the noises are revealing. He pushes his pants down (no boxers underneath), his hard cock bobbing free. Still holding me by the back of my neck, he slides his cock into my waiting cunt with one deep thrust. Fully seated, he pulls my arms behind my back, holding them together with one hand while he steadies himself with the other, holding my hip.
Then he starts fucking me hard. The act is animalistic, primal and turns me on so much that I cum, with a loud throaty moan my body shaking with hard spasms.
He follows suit thrusting hard into me a couple of times shoving me further onto the desk and collapsing on my back with a loud groan of pleasure and relief.
After a few minutes of us both panting, he pulls his now flaccid member out of me completely, pulls his jeans up, tucks himself in and ………………
I wake up, a hand shaking me.
"Miss….are you alright? You must have fallen asleep over your work. You better go home now!"
With this the handsome janitor goes, leaving me sitting at my desk confused and slightly embarrassed, panting and with soaked panities.
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