Meeting Room Table

I was 22 at uni she was 31, divorced. We met in a bar. Over the next months we'd fool around anywhere we could. I couldn't take her to mine, nor me to hers as she had a daughter and was back living with her parents.

Sex was anywhere else we could: often in her car, once in a graveyard, parks, fondling in pub booths, anywhere.

My favourite was at her office. We were messaging and she was complaining about her work having nothing to do and let it slip that no one was there. I drove there quick time, texting at traffic lights. She was surprised to have me knock at the office door. She dragged me inside, and locked the door.

The next hour was kissing at her desk; bodies pressed together, hands in pants. She stripped to her underwear, took my hand and led me to a meeting room. The image of following her and her bubble butt in black lingerie and heels to the meeting room table. I laid her on the table and was licking her pussy when the table toppled over with us both on it. We laughed a lot.

Back to the main office I was sat in a desk as she was sat in a chair slowly sucking my cock, looking at me. At that point the office door handle started rattling as someone was trying to get in. She ran to get her clothes on, I hurriedly pulled my trousers back up. She was shouting 'I can't find the key' stalling for time to whoever was on the other side of the door. Eventually a minute or two later she opened the door.

A woman stepped in, looked at her all flustered, sees me - a random person- sat at the desk trying to look casual and mouthed 'ohh.'

Rumbled.

I hastily made my excuses and left.

Nearly 20years ago but I still see that arse walking me to the room. Good times.