We fucked in the warehouse on Friday afternoon. He works for a production company, and he left his fireworks and my laptop in his office. So even though the warehouse was closed for the holiday, we stopped there. The warehouse was deserted, besides us and a few flies. While we were there he finished up a few updates on my laptop and explained all that he fixed on it. He also checked his email and showed me the naughty picture of a muscular woman on his desktop, holding a huge bazooka gun or something. He was sitting studiously on his office chair while I lounged on his office sofa. He handed me a cute, hilarious book that made me tear up with laughter (and kept me entertained for a few minutes as he worked). At least once I stood up and hugged him from behind. When he was more focused on my computer than his, I walked over and stood in front of his desktop to check my email and such. He then caught me unawares by rolling his chair up right behind me, hugging me and giving my breasts a squeeze. As I proceeded to turn around to give him a kiss, he pulled my shorts and panties off. I gasped with surprise, then inquired: “There are no cameras in here, are there?”
“Not unless you want there to be,” he chuckled.
He promptly stood up, popped my breasts out of my shirt and bra, yanked his shorts and briefs down, and sat me down onto his lap as he sat back down on his desk chair. It happened faster than I could have anticipated, and my heart was thumping with excitement. I fucked facing him and fucked facing away from him. The chair kept moving. To get the desired thrusting action, we switched to doggie style: me kneeling on the chair; he standing, fucking me from behind. My hands grasped to the desk for support; my moans echoed throughout the dark spacious room. This felt really, really good. It was thrilling to fuck in his office, even though no one else was there. It was our most public place that we have had sex thus far. I wonder what the next risqué environment will be. xoxo
