I quit!

I smell him before I see him. He's close. Close enough for us to share body heat. Not as close as I'd like though. I want him and the smell of him makes me wet. I want him. He's not mine to have, I know that, and I also know he never will be. I turn around as if to fuck off to the toilets or something. The freaky mind-melt thing we share at work makes him lean towards me and as soon as he does, I know that whatever else happens, I have to leave. Although right now I'm not going anywhere. I am in his orbit, the small gap between us full of static. Careful not to look at him, I mime my goodbyes to the group and start backing away in the general direction of the exit. Everyone is on their final round of drinks and merriment is abundant. He leans in for a hug and we touch briefly, my nipples so hard I think they might be poking through the bra padding. He doesn't look at me directly either. I hear him half shouting his goodbyes and when the boss manages to drag the remains of our group to the dancefloor for one final hustle, I slip away muttering some lame excuse that gets lost in a din of techno mashups. 

I know it's now or never. There is no doubt I am headed for trouble. If I stayed, at best I will make a complete tit of myself, at worst I will do something entirely inappropriate, and that's that. He will know I am a lecherous middle-aged asshole and any boundaries we have at work will be gone. I hadn't expected him to look this good though. Well, he is young, it goes a long way for most people, but the suit fits him nicely. No goofy denim cutoffs and frat tee. The stubble is nice as well. I can't help thinking how it would feel against my cheek, top or bottom. I push through the incoming crowds to the coat check. There is a bit of a line, most are on their way in, the fun young ones. I am feeling flushed and a little drunk, my body full of nervous energy that seems to be mounting.

Before I even reach the counter, a hand snakes round my waist and pulls me to the side, steering me towards some stairs beside the entrance. I don't have to turn around to see who it is. He jostles me gently through the rope with a small sign that says, staff only. Before I know it, we are standing in front of a door in a small hallway at the top of the stairs. He reaches for the knob. 'No, this can't happen' my brain is screaming. I brace myself against the door and push away, into him. His grip tightens, pulling me even closer. I can feel his erection. He's a big boy. I knew he would be. I try twisting and almost succeed in wriggling away but he spins me around. 
"I can smell you" he says. 
He is defiantly looking at me now. 
"I know"
His impossibly blue eyes are burning into mine. 
"It would be a mistake" I try saying, but the only thing out of my mouth is a soft whisper of "mistake". 
"I know, don't care"
His face is so close. I think I could probably leave now and we might be able to awkwardly laugh this off come Monday. 

The door opens. On the other side is an office with a very convenient sofa. It seems my body is not in step with my brain as I drop my purse so that hands are free to make their way inside his jacket, resting briefly against his chest and then latching on to the top button of a slightly musty shirt. We kiss. Softly and for a long while.  At the end of the kiss, his jacket is on the floor. My fingers have undone every one of his buttons and are now tracing the hairy line from his chest to his belt, eager to assist in relieving the constraints of the buckle. His fingers have travelled up my dress and under the garter, resting atop the very flimsy lace between me and air. He cups my pussy, lace and all. One strategic squeeze and built-up abundance of lady cum would flood his palm. He carefully unbuttons the top of my dress and unzips it one-handed, all the way down to my ass. I shiver slightly from sheer pleasure as he pulls it down to my waist. I break the kiss and undo his fly, slipping into his underwear to return the favour. 

His cock is hard and hot to the touch. It's been a while but, I'm fairly sure though, it's well above average in both girth and length. Fuck, that's not great. The big boys almost never know what to do with that thing. He groans and covers my lips with his, this time the kiss is less gentle. There is need and lust and aching.....and tongues. I am lost for a moment, the thrill of ‘new man’ rushing through me, his hand is still cupping my cunt, exploring the edge of my panty until the fingers push inside, into the wet centre of me.  I move my hand up his shaft, gripping the head loosely, oscillating up and down, making sure never to stray too far, keeping contact the whole time.  His fingers find the rough spot just inside my opening and push against it, moving in a circle that sends a rush of heat from there to my ears. 

We melt onto the sofa together. I end up on top of him while he sits against the back of the sofa, never removing his hand until I am straddled across him, and then he pulls my underwear aside, rubbing my juices all over the outer and inner lips to make sure there is a smooth transition from my hand into my swollen, warm pussy. 
“Wait, wait!” My mind suddenly kicks into autopilot. He stops himself, breathing deeply and a little fast. I can smell the whiskey we shared, just a little while ago, on his breath. There is no question or protest. He is still, waiting for my next move. 
“Condoms?” I ask. 
“No, I wasn't planning on this” He manages a smile, but I can see he’s not exactly focused on conversation. 

Without moving too much I look for my clutch. He lets go of everything and holds my waist while I arch back to reach for it, another nice little groan from him makes me a little limp and I almost drop it. I'm helped up again with two strong hands. He then swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one smooth move, exposing the whole of his erection. He's quick to touch me again and cradles my ass. I almost slide onto him in a moment of pure passion, but he stops me, holding me, vicelike, close but not quite there. 
“Do you want me to put it on?” He asks. 
My purse is still in my hand, unopened. His soft, full lips are a breath away and I kiss him. Nibbling at his lower lip and enjoying the smoothness of his tongue, his teeth and his whiskey-soaked breath. Delicious. He is still holding me, but the grip is loosening and I use what is left of my self-control to get a condom. 
“No, I got it” I say and rip it open. I’m hoping like hell I don't break it. There is a reason I keep my nails short. Well, there are a couple of reasons, but this is not the time or the place. Well, if it comes up for round two, then maybe. I pinch the top and roll it down, pulling a little at the bottom to make sure it is secure. I like the extra lubed ones. I want him inside me now, but before I can make a move, he flips me onto the couch, the full weight of him pinning me down. 

“No going back now” he smiles, and then he’s inside me.
I come a little, not the big one, just the crank-up kind that is sooo good in the beginning. We move slow, together, a little motion at a time, adjusting to each other's rhythm. He is careful not to go too deep and I am careful not to peek too early. We are skin-to-skin. Thighs and chest touching. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his lips open, controlling his breathing like I am controlling mine. Both of us swept up in each other's aroma and warmth. I spread my legs to accommodate him. His body is wide and heavy. I gently take hold of his lower cheeks and push him a little closer, a little deeper. He slows even more and props himself up, manoeuvring me further down. We kiss while he explores how far he can go. I can't help but moan. 
“You ok?” he whispers. I can’t speak. I nod and guide him deeper.
“Are you…” He starts.
I look at him and nudge his chin with my nose and find his mouth again. The kiss is hard and short. I wrap one leg around his thigh, holding on as we move again, faster, then slow, then fast again, ramping up until it feels like I can't hold back. I make sure my clit is getting a nice little assist in time with each thrust.

I come, hard. My whole body seizes and I feel sweat rolling off my skin, from me or him onto me, or both. The sound I’m making is nothing I’ve heard before, a few thrusts later he half yells, half groans and collapses. I’m not here anymore. 

We just lie together until both of us make it back to reality. I can’t think about what comes next. I can’t think about anything except the rolling sensation of my clit and cunt still communicating. My stomach jerks as another orgasm sweeps through me. I love the aftershocks. I can feel him shifting on top of me, still inside me, his body slack and sleepy. 
“Are you coming again?” I hear him murmur. 
“Yes” I manage in a weird breathy voice and try suppressing another jerk. Monday is a long ways away, and anyways, I won't be there.