Jane in the Office

Jane was running late for work. The traffic was slow; unexpectedly roadwork had started overnight on one of the main roads, adding another five minutes' delay to her usual commute and of course she had left a bit later than normal anyway. At the company car lot, most bays near the entrance were occupied, so she had to swerve round a few times to find a space. Finally, flustered, she arrived. She looked at her watch, huh, five to nine. I've made it!

She turned on her computer and looked around, It was Friday so the office wasn't very busy. At the start of the pandemic a lot of people switched to working from home and never really returned to the brand new building the company had just bought before the great shutdown. She had a quick glance at the list of invoices and bills that had come in. It wasn't too bad at all. The beginning of the month was always quieter anyway.

She started tapping in a few numbers and got a few invoices out of the way. But her mind kept wondering off and remembered the reason why she was late. That last minute quickie. It was a bit crazy, really. She was just kissing Ricky goodbye, then he touched her boobs, slid his hands down, lifted her skirt and touched her pussy... then things rapidly escalated into a full blown quick morning fuck. They had no time, so they just stumbled back into the kitchen. Jane felt Ricky's urge, so out of desperation she turned round, leant on the dinner table and spread her legs, whilst dragging down her panties with one hand, while Ricky made groaning noises as he was undoing his belt and dropping his pants. Jane lifted her skirt exposing her bum and felt Ricky's cock slide against her bumhole then push her pussy lips apart and penetrate her. The whole thing felt so joyfully out of control, Jane didn't care about anything now. She felt Ricky's thrusting inside her and she cried out "come, Ricky, come...!" She just wanted to feel him explode inside her. Ricky was clearly desperate to blow his load. He made a sudden animalistic grunt and Jane felt his cock head swell inside her and then the unmistakable subtle twitching sensation of his ejaculation. 

For a minute or so they remained motionless, then Ricky gently pulled out. Jane span around and saw his cock still semi erect, glistening with a mixture of cum and pussy juices, and then as she straightened her body to kiss him she felt his cum ooze out of her, running down her thighs. For some reason this made her laugh and Ricky joined her, they were hugging and laughing at the craziness of the situation. Jane  teasingly wrapped her fingers round Ricky's cock and felt the slimy wetness of it.

Suddenly she realized that their amorous adventures made her late even though she was in no fit state to leave for work. In a bit of a panic she grabbed a towel from the kitchen drawer and wiped her legs, ran upstairs and put on a fresh pair of panties and realized she really had to go. "Well, I'm wearing a long skirt, hopefully it will cover up any leftover signs of sex", she thought. She kissed the somewhat dazed looking Ricky goodbye and rushed out to her car.

As Jane was sitting at her desk, remembering the events she felt really turned on. She could feel her panties getting damp. She imagined Ricky's cum inside her pussy, remnants of it still trapped in the folds of her vaginal walls. She imagined him blowing his load inside her, his cock depositing sticky spurts of semen on her cervix. Gradually her desire became unbearable and she decided she needs to do something about it - but how? The restrooms don't seem like a good idea. Not enough privacy. Then she thought of something: the document archives! The company had a room full of old paper invoices and tax returns, they were legally obliged to keep them for years but nobody needed them any more, so they were gathering dust in a windowless room at the far end of the building. For confidentiality reasons the room was locked but Jane had the keys. She fished them out of her desk drawer and hurried off.

The room has obviously been left untouched for many months. There were files everywhere and the room smelled dusty and airless at the same time. Jane locked the door behind her and looked around. How am I going to do this? She took off her drenched panties, put a few box files on the floor to raise her right leg, hitched up her skirt then reached down and touched her pussy. Her pubic hair was a matted mess, her pussy lips felt engorged and her clitoris was aching for attention.

Jane circled round her clit then pushed her middle finger inside her vagina. Her finger slid into the slimy hole effortlessly and Jane could feel that it wasn't just the usual pussy wetness but a mixture of her own juices and Ricky's cum. She bent her knees to lower her body until she can just about touch her cervix with the tip of her finger. She pulled out, sniffed her finger and immediately the scent of Ricky's semen hit her. "You are a dirty girl", she whispered to herself, turned on by the thought, "you came to work with a pussy full of cum." Her finger was covered in white, sticky, creamy goo. Jane knew she just had to cum. She couldn't carry on working like that. So she pushed her finger back up again with the other rubbing her clitoris. She staggered back a few steps so that her back is against the wall, pulling the box file with her feet into position. She bent over as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her body and she was glad she had the wall to support her. Her vagina clenched her finger and she could feel the milking sensation of the spasms reaching a crescendo.

Jane remained motionless for a few minutes as her orgasm subsided. She wanted to collapse on the floor but this would have been clearly impractical, so she just stayed there with her back against the wall, panting. Finally she calmed down and assessed the situation. She had to clean herself up as much as possible. She picked up her panties and wiped her finger, pussy and thighs, then lowered her skirt and had a critical look at herself. A bit dissheveled but she can probably sort herself out better in the restroom. She scrunched up her panties into a little ball and decided she'd drop them in the restroom bin. She opened the door quietly and sneaked out. Mission accomplished, she thought, with a sudden sense of calmness and naughty satisfaction.