With the possibility, though highly remote as it was, as very few people except for Stella ever came in here, the thrill, danger and excitement of doing that had me aroused on a level I hadn’t been at for a while. Even as good as my sex-life with Maria was. I unzipped, slipped my hand inside, fishing my erection out, nervous as I did so, exposing myself to her.
“Nice swollen head,” she said appreciatively, though she covered her breasts up once again. To my delight however, she placed one foot down on the stepping stool that was very often used to reach up and retrieve packages of copy paper from the shelf. As she did, she lifted up her skirt once more, hiking it up considerably. This time however…she wasn’t wearing panties. Between lunch and now…she had taken them off!
“Damn!” I moaned appreciatively looking at her, looking at her as she openly reached down spreading herself. She was shaved…completely. Her lips glistened, obviously wet and aroused as she was. She toyed with her clit, tickling it. She stood purposely showing it to me, skinning back the sheath that would normally protect it, revealing the pink swollen little head of her shaft as she spread herself apart for me.
“Squeeze your dick for me,” she asked. “Let me see some precum.”
I did. There was plenty of it. And it felt nice, silky, nice…as I smeared it around and over the head of my prick.
The copier stopped, the collating finished. The moment it did, Stella took her foot off the stool. “You might want to put that away now,” she giggled hotly. I did so…reluctantly I might add, now clearly showing a bulge inside my pants as I tried straightening up too. “I leave around five-fifteen, five twenty,” she informed me.
I knew why. By then, most everyone who wasn’t working later would be gone.
“Meet at the elevator?” She now asked.
I nodded my head grinning.
“You ah…might want to make a few copies for a minute or two,” she giggled, still looking down at my crotch. “See you after work then,” she finished, and then slid past me out the door.
I made several copies of things I already had.
**
The day crawled as I sat at my desk periodically glancing up at the clock. Finally five o’clock arrived, and most of the guys I usually walked out with were already grabbing their stuff heading out. I pretended to still be finishing up a few things, saying goodnight as they walked by. Soon, most everyone had left that would be.
I waited a few more minutes, and then grabbed my stuff heading off towards the elevators. I saw Stella walking towards me from down the hall the other way. Once again her demeanor was pleasant, courteous as she smiled nodding her head hello, just as she’d always done. We stood together at the door waiting for the elevator to come back up to our floor. I found myself praying no one else would show up and want to ride down with us. No one did.
I was curious as to what might happen on the way down, almost holding my breath as the elevator doors closed. “Just in case you’re wondering…not here,” she said looking at me. “In the garage.”
We strolled out together, once again most of the cars had left, leaving only a sprinkling of a few still working for a while yet. I knew what car she drove, I’d seen it before. I had parked closer, much closer. “Drive me over to mine,” she told me. “Park next to it.”
It was a perfect spot, on the other side of a cement wall dividing a service elevator that was rarely used. I pulled in next to it, effectively shutting off both cars from being seen very easily, and none others even nearby that would cause any real concerns.
“When do you need to be home?” She asked.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” I responded back. “Maria, my wife…won’t be home tonight until after seven.”
She smiled at that. Unlocking her door, and then triggering the release on the passenger door as well. “Get in.”
I slid into my seat, turning slightly, just as she had. Once again she lifted up her sweater, this time…no bra either. Nor had she put her panties back on as she now bunched her skirt up considerably, revealing her bare pussy in all its magnificent glory to me once again. She now reached for her purse, opening it…and much to my surprise, removed what was obviously a toy, life-like…real looking. A thick, veined soft pliable cock, though also a vibrator as she turned it on.
“Take it out…play with it,” she again told me, waiting on me before doing anything. I hurriedly unzipped, this time undoing my belt as well, finding the sensation wickedly delicious as I pulled my slacks down around my ankles, now sitting there with my rock-hard cock sticking up. I began pleasuring myself while she watched, while she in turn began teasing her clit first with the toy, long before slipping it deeply inside her, fucking herself.
Once again she toyed with her nipples too, teasing them as I sat watching, finding this to be an enormous thrill, seeing her do that, knowing that neither one of us would be doing anything to one another except for this. “You like watching a woman masturbate? Does…your wife do this for you?”
“I do yes…” I said finding it difficult to speak, my mouth was dry at the moment. “Sometimes,” I then added, as she did…though not as often as I would have liked.
“Good,” she responded back. “Masturbation, especially mutual masturbation, either with one’s own spouse, or a near total stranger, can be wickedly erotic.”
“You can say that again,” I told her watching her as she now slid the fake prick deep inside her cunt, fucking herself with it. The sounds her now liquid pussy was making, additional music to my ears, though so were her comments.
“I like to make myself nice and wet. I love to hear the sounds my pussy makes when it’s nice and creamy, slick…and nasty,” she purred her eyes glued on my prick as I sat stroking it in the seat next to her. “Go on Thomas…make it squish for me, let me hear it, let me hear you pleasure it while I watch you,” she stated, sounding hornier and hornier with each passing moment.
It was easy to do. My cock was leaking profusely at this point, my balls already growing tight with the inevitable eruption that would eventually take place, only minutes away now. Which then gave me pause. She could see by the expression on my face I was getting close too, holding off now…actually slowing down a bit, though I continued to fondle and play with myself.
“You got anything?” I asked. Because I didn’t, not even a fucking hanky.
“No…not really, but you can squirt on my tits if you’d like too. I enjoy that…just as long as you don’t touch me with anything else,” she reminded. “But you can cream on them if you’d like…when you’re ready.”
Squirting on her tits was an unexpected bonus. I’d love doing that, watching my spunk splashing against her breasts. She then leaned forward a little, cupping her tits for me in both hands, though leaving the toy deeply embedded inside her as she did, whirring pleasurably away. I sat up in her seat, almost kneeling…aiming and pointing my cock in her direction, specifically now towards her breasts. I began to Max-hammer it pretty hard, working it up and down, looking at those tits, hard dark tan colored nipples, crinkled, puckered and so fucking horny looking.