"I think going home to bed is probably my best option," Ruth announced theatrically, though she hadn't directed her comment at anyone in particular.

Chris saw Ruth as she walked along the pavement towards him. He recognised her as the woman who often helped him at the local stationery outlet whenever he needed to print emails or have copies made of letters and documents. On hearing the comment, Chris decided this might not be the best time for a chat, though Ruth had other ideas, having spotted a familiar face just when she needed one.

"This is me in the real world. I've had a rotten day, but even if you've achieved nothing else, seeing you has made me smile," Ruth explained.

"If you want to sit down for a coffee and a moan about your day, feel free; I was only on my way home to my empty flat," Chris replied.

Ruth was touched, though not surprised, by the offer, as Chris always had a cheerful manner whenever he visited her workplace.

"A coffee sounds good, but after a day like today, I'm not sure anything short of a screaming orgasm's going to make it any better. Maybe you should invite me home so I can search on the computer you haven't got a printer for and find myself a man to sort me out," Ruth giggled.

Though somewhat surprised by Ruth's frank suggestion, Chris couldn't pretend it was the first time he'd thought about the pleasure she'd mentioned. What he heard next dispelled his belief that Ruth suspected nothing.

"It's a shame it wasn't my turn to lock up tonight, or you could have made whatever you imagine when I lean over the photocopier a reality. I always know when you're thinking about it; a stiffy never lies. We could still create something, but we'd have to improvise with whatever you've got at home," Ruth said with a grin.

After a laughter-filled, brisk walk, Chris showed Ruth into his flat. The fast-moving situation wasn't one he'd encountered in decades, though Ruth explained that if she took charge, she might be able to improve her day as she'd outlined.

Chris invited Ruth to sit down while he fetched some drinks from the fridge. During his brief absence, he heard Ruth laughing in his living room, and she wasted no time explaining herself when he returned.

"I think I've found the photocopier," she giggled, pointing to the circular table in the centre of the room and leaning over it.

Ruth knew she and Chris were on the same page. She came to this conclusion after hearing him set the drinks he'd brought in on the floor, remove his jeans and briefs, and then stand behind her. After that, she felt him hitch her skirt up and slip her knickers down over her buttocks and thighs.

"The prospect of working the late shift and having to mind the shop by myself might not be as annoying next time," Ruth laughed, feeling Chris slide his fingers inside her as the beat of his aroused cock thumped rhythmically against her skin.

"In the sophisticated world, they've probably got a fancy way of putting it, but I hope you're planning to fuck my arse and fill it with your cum while I stuff my fingers up my fanny," Ruth barked.

"There's no need to get la-de-dah and highbrow with me; just speak your mind," Chris joked, inwardly relieved that Ruth had made it crystal clear what was expected of him.

Once Chris had begun to rub his cock over her buttocks, Ruth's fingers plunged frantically, and a sense of anticipation drew erotic sounds from her.

Knowing that Chris had no hang-ups about whoever or whatever was occupying Ruth's thoughts was exactly why he'd found himself in his current situation. His calm demeanour was more useful to Ruth than anything most others could have brought to the impromptu party, no matter how skilled, original or athletic they might have been.

"Fill me up, buttercup," Ruth said with a smile.

As Chris complied with Ruth's request, they shared a sense of rebellion. They knew the list of reasons their fun might have been a bad idea would run to several pages, but the list didn't exist, and that mattered more to them.

Ruth laughed heartily once Chris had eased his cock between her buttocks. Beneath her touch, her clit was alive with impatient need, and sweet rhythms of anticipation coursed through her body.

Once Chris had begun to move inside her, Ruth knew her desire to release her erotic energy outweighed any misgivings about his prowess. In short, he was there when others weren't, and his surprise at being chosen for the task reminded Ruth why she wanted him.

Picturing Chris in a more familiar setting made it easier for Ruth to enjoy his current efforts. In her head, she wasn't draped over his table; she was having her arse fucked over the photocopier in the office, with the ever-present risk of being caught. The notion made every thrust from Chris feel sweeter, and Ruth's need to feel him explode between her cheeks bordered on desperation.

When Chris groaned, Ruth greeted the cum that shot from his cock between her buttocks with cries of joy. The sensation was enough to trigger her own climax, which she welcomed with a scream as her body jerked and burned with erotic fire.

Ruth shouted and writhed in response to her powerful release, certain that Chris was enjoying himself as much as she was. It was the first time circumstances, rather than expertise, had brought about an intense climax, but Ruth knew the memory would last forever.

Chris did everything possible to ensure Ruth enjoyed her much-needed pleasure. Once satisfied, Ruth dressed and left.

Chris continues to visit Ruth's workplace regularly, and they share smiles and giggles whenever he drops by. Sometimes, Chris needs urgent assistance, but Ruth understands this can happen to anyone.