0 comments/ 16499 views/ 0 favorites Empty Hallway By: worthsqueezing I guess we were both planning it, the way it happened. There was no good excuse for us to both be there on the weekend. But I'd made a point of mentioning to her on Friday as we left that I'd be in, and she told me later she didn't decide for sure until she saw my car alone in the lot. Like an idiot, I was actually crawling under the conference table when she walked in - I'd dropped a pen. So the first I knew she was there was from her laugh, as she stepped in the door and walked to the far end of the long table. She was saying something funny about my undignified posture, but from beneath the table I was too busy watching her bare short-skirted legs walk by to listen. I was particularly distracted to see her step out of her shoes along the way. Mumbling some excuse, I "innocently" started to wriggle out from underneath at her end of the table, nudging myself out on my back. I'd expected her to step aside - we didn't know each other well at all - so I was stunned when instead she stepped her left foot across me and onto a chair. Suddenly I was staring up her breezy little skirt, with nothing between my face and her tight little ass but the sound of her giggle in the empty building. It knocked the breath right out of me - here? her? my God! - and I saw her legs tense as I paused for a moment, as she wondered what kind of mistake she'd just made. When my hand traced softly the skin behind her raised knee, she sighed just a bit - relieved that I wanted her too, that I'd take what she gave. Hearing that sigh, I decided this was going to be the best mistake she'd made all day long. I settled my shoulders in underneath her with a little chuckle of my own - no need to hurry now, I had her pinned with my eyes. My left hand traced up and then down the back of her thigh, relaxing her tension a little. I licked the fingertips of my right hand before lightly drawing them across the back of her right ankle, then circling my fingertips up her calf to the back of the right knee. She shifted her weight slightly to spread her legs that much more, and to either side of her irrelevant skirt I saw her hands grip the edge of the heavy wood tabletop. When my hands slid up to palm the beautiful cheeks of her ass, she had enough leverage to push back against them a little bit, making it easy for me to draw them apart and look at her, to force her dampening lips open without yet touching her cunt at all. I squeezed her harder with my left hand, beginning to slowly draw my right forefinger along her slit. Dipping momentarily into her dampness to spread her juices toward the front and back of her. Zeroing in to rub quickening circles against her stiff clit, as my right thumb landed squarely on her puckering asshole. Her knees bent farther, and her trunk bent forward, and I could hear low moans begin from above the table. Her knuckles whitened from her grip on the table. I somehow kept a light rhythm on her with my right forefinger and now middle finger, as I sat up to get a whiff of this amazing girl. I loudly sucked the tip of my right thumb as my left hand shifted to clench her a little differently. Her musky taste on my thumbtip excited me into a moan of my own as my left thumb pulled her buttocks apart just slightly. Why not go wild? In one quick motion, I levered my right thumb into her steaming pussy right up to the base, cupping my palm hard against her swollen clit. Her honey dripped as she sucked in air - and my thumb moved from side to side inside her until it found her best spot. (I could tell from the growl.) She began to grind against my whole hand as I watched her from behind, my breath heating her skin. No way to stop - I thrust my tongue against her asshole, and was rewarded with a yelp as her pussy constricted around my thumb. Still jerking my hand in and out of her in short, hard strokes, I lapped her bottom clean, tongue tangling with her little bud on each stroke. Back of her skirt draped across my head, no air, incredibly humid with her scent. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it into her sphincter, as my hand slammed into her twat, driving my thumb in as far as it could go. Suddenly my left hand was taking her weight as her legs gave out, and she pitched forward onto the pristine conference table shaking from head to toe. I gasped for breath as she collapsed, all her strength seemingly going into her cunt's sudden grip on my thumb, clenching and pumping her thick juices out of her onto my hand. The entire room smelled like her orgasm, as she mewed and quivered against my hands. When the strength began to return to her legs, I finally slid myself out from under that damn table, and scrambled to my feet behind her. My first thought was to flip up her skirt and stare at her fine ass, still thrusting towards me as I gently scratched the base of her spine. It took me some seconds to look up the length of her, to her face. Cheek pressed to the cool hard table, hair laying in sweaty tangles, flushed and panting - and with her eyes focused on the doorway across the room, and on the empty hallway beyond. As I reached to unbuckle my belt, I wondered whether she'd be happier if the hallway stayed empty, or if she was hoping to be caught by someone in particular. Empty Hallway Ch. 02 I simply stared at her for a moment, fumbling with my belt. She'd come into our otherwise deserted office, and practically sat right down on my face by way of hello. Her sweet ass was waving in front of me, as she lay forward on the place's best conference table, recuperating from a knee buckling orgasm. And I was just finding my way out of my pants... The way her eyes watched the door - she'd not looked me in the eye yet - sort of tweaked my pride a bit. She'd had no problem staring at me in the hallways on the encounters that had led up to this. So, just to catch her attention, I drew my belt free of my pants, and flipped the end of it down the table as I laid it there beside her, about a foot from where her head was cradled on her arms. That got a look, all right - she rolled over on her back, propped up on her elbows, and met my eyes with an openmouthed stare, her breathing still returning to normal. Scared? Excited? Tough to tell, from eyes as wild as those - she clearly was enjoying just letting go, being taken wherever it led after her first crazy impulse to spread her legs over me. I smiled to reassure her, wanting to keep her in the moment - and she smiled too, but her eyes were already traveling down my body as she did. She bounced forward off the table, and her nails scratched the fur on my abdomen as hooked her fingers inside my waistband and grasped me by the top of my pants. She grazed my fully-erect cock as she did so, and her fingertips quickly found my head and rubbed the sticky drops of precum I was leaking. Butt braced against the table, legs set well apart, she dragged me towards her by the pants, my thighs coming to rest against hers. I tipped her chin up again, looked into her eyes (even wilder), and kissed her with my sticky face as her other hand reached to grab my cock through my pants. She leaned into the kiss, but broke it quickly - her hands working to unbutton me. Not wishing to appear reluctant, I slid out of my weekend-wear sandals. She pushed me back a bit, and knelt in front of me, both hands tucked into my waistband. She pulled my pants and shorts to the floor in one motion, leaning forward so my cock popped right in front of her face as it came free. The pants landed in a heap around my ankles as her hands moved to my dick. She paused then for what seemed like forever, just staring. Right hand cupping my balls softly, lifting and weighing. Left hand circling the base of my shaft, not pumping, just squeezing hard. Watching my excited dick drip a slow stream of fluid, starting to drip toward the floor. I watched her watching me, my breath coming quicker. Soon I couldn't help but stare out that still open door, though, at the empty hallway, listening for the sounds of others in the building. Suddenly I let out a little yelp - she'd licked the very end of my cock while I was distracted by the door. I looked down quickly to see her grinning back at me with mischief in her eyes. She stood abruptly, and patted the table. "I need you to lie up here." Blood pounding in my ears, I went for a joke - "You mean lay up here?" (We'd had fun earlier in the week teasingly misconjugating that verb in a discussion.) Her eyes narrowed a little bit, her lips did a mock pout through her smile - and her hand went to my belt, laying (lying?) on the table. "Okay, okay", I laughed, and levered myself onto the table, on my back, knees hanging over the edge... pants still around my ankles. She leaned forward and licked me again, once, balls to tip, smile never leaving her face... I may have blacked out from blood flow issues for a second, because the next I knew she was on the table too, straddling my hips, hitching her skirt up to show me again her soaking pussy. She leaned forward, her chest against mine, and kissed me. Her hand reached back, grabbed me, positioned... and slowly she eased back, sliding my cock into her slick cunt. I gritted my teeth to stay still, to keep from simply slamming into her as she raised her torso up, still slowly sliding herself down onto me. I felt every instant of the penetration until we reached bottom, and I could feel her stiff clit grinding into me. So tight - I could have drawn you a map of her insides at that moment, if I wasn't so busy. She started rising up, and slipping back down, with wet sound effects amazing to hear. Arching her back as we established a rhythm. I stared at her nipples through her top, swaying as she moved. I slid my hands under her top and cupped her breasts. Tried to concentrate on squeezing and rolling them between fingers and thumb, to try to last a few more strokes... Suddenly she grunted, slammed down on me hard, and her cunt clenched me as she shivered. I immediately came, pumping burst after burst into her, feeling the table I took meetings around ten times a week beginning to be soaked with our juices. When my vision cleared, I looked up at her face... ... and her eyes, again fixed on the door behind me, and the hallway beyond.