She knew the trouble she would cause by wearing that pencil skirt. She did it anyway. She was by the water cooler when he first saw her. She knew instantly that he couldn't resist.
"Meet me at our spot, 1 o'clock." he said. She squirmed in her chair all morning, leaving a damp spot where her panties should have been. She made little progress on her assignments. Thank goodness she was a fast worker. When 12:45 came she made her excuses- doctor appointment, she shrugged- and stopped in the restroom one last time to freshen up before hurrying to their spot- a hotel bar four blocks from the office.
It was wrong. Dirty even. They knew they shouldn't be there- both mysteriously missing from the office in the middle of the day. They couldn't help themselves. Their pull to be together was stronger than their rationalities.
She waited for him in their booth and within minutes he was there. She was surprised when he ushered her out the front door instead of upstairs to their normal room.
"Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly. "Just follow," was his response.
He led them down the street, zigging and zagging through the city blocks until they stopped at a door. She looked up, taking in the sign along with his flushed cheeks. An adult theater. She felt her warm honey drizzling down her thighs instantly. He paid their admission and led her inside.
The theater had but a few inhabitants, who mainly appeared to be men. They looked gritty- most of them people she wouldn't care to meet in a dark alley. She noticed one or two men in business clothes, sunk down in their seats, arms moving furiously. Oh, one seemed to have a partner who was on her knees. She grinned. Apparently they weren't the only lovers out for a midday tryst.
They moved along the barely lit aisle, her boots sticking to the floor and making a slight slurping sound as she walked. He led her to two seats near the middle, which seemed fairly isolated from the movie's other viewers. She sat, taking note of the movie playing on the screen. It was hardcore, one actress she recognized. The dirty talk filling the theater in surround sound was too much for her. She slid down in her seat, sliding her skirt up to her hips as she did, exposing her panty-less pussy and thigh high stockings. He removed his cock from his three-piece suit and she instantly reached to stroke it. He pulled her breast from her wrap around shirt and began pulling on her nipple, stroking it, petting her.
Within minutes he was hard as stone and both were panting for more. "Come sit on my lap," he urged. Scandalously, she agreed. She moved over him, letting his hard cock rest between the lips of her cunt. He placed his hands on her hips and began to move her slightly, allowing her pussy to hump him, soak him in her juice.
Both were moaning, trying to prolong the sensations, the filthy wantonness of their surroundings and actions. Two professionals, driven to madness by lust. When neither could take more he lifted her, allowing her to guide his cock into her drenched flesh.
She began riding him, her eyes darting over the screen, watching the others in the theater, wondering who was watching them. She rode him with no restraint, her screams lost to those of the film. He bit down on her neck, hard, and she realized he was reaching his release. She rode harder, hoping to simultaneously erupt. His hands grabbed her ass, his nails dug into her flesh, slicing through. The small bit of pain was enough to make her begin to shake and take flight. She was lost to her orgasm when she felt him spasm inside her.
When they had both returned to earth she lifted herself from him and sunk back into her seat, trying to rearrange her clothing. They got up and walked from the theater back to the office. She smiled, his hot cum still leaking from her filthy used cunt, her cheeks flushed from the exhibitionism she didn't know she would enjoy. She prayed that hadn't been their last visit to the theater. She studied him- his glow was evident. Oh yes, they would return.
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