On-the-Job Appetite Leads to Stairwell Sex Feast

I’m a white guy who’s really been turned on for a long time by a black woman in my office. Robyn’s a lovely lady. A few years older than I, she’s about forty. Her face is beautiful, and she has a knockout build. Actually, she’s kind of small in stature, with a narrow waist, but kind of full-figured too. She probably weighs a hundred and sixty pounds. I guess she could be described as petite but voluptuous.

Well, Robyn and I had been flirting with each other for a long time and it was becoming obvious how much we were mutually turned on. I wasn’t sure how to approach her, however. In fact, I’d chickened out a few times after deciding to make the move on her. Then, about three weeks ago, I finally realized that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself any longer unless I came right out and told her that I wanted us to get together. No matter how she responded, I figured, it would be a relief to get it off my chest once and for all.

Having made my decision, I saw her that next morning at the end of the hallway near the stairwell. I figured I’d just say hi and wait for the right opportunity to talk to her. But she beat me to it! I’d barely said good morning when she said, “Greg, come here for a minute.”

There was a playful lilt in her voice, but an urgency too. She opened the door to the stairwell and I followed her through it. After locking the door behind us, she turned and looked at me with searching eyes. Since we’d never been alone with each other, I waited expectantly, hoping this was about what I had been dreaming of.

Without wasting time, she put her arms around my waist. I felt her soft tits crush against me. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said. Then, reading my face, she added, “Don’t worry. I’ve locked the other doors to the stairwell.”

Robyn pressed herself against me and hotly kissed me on the mouth. I could smell her strong, musky essence. I kissed her back. The feel of her soft, strong lips quickly erased my concerns about being discovered. Despite our being in a drab stairwell, I was quickly aroused. My senses reeled as we kissed. I was standing against the wall as Robyn enthusiastically worked me over. Both of us were breathing hard and fast, and the bulge in my pants was pressing into her thigh.

I could see Robyn’s large bosom heaving with her every breath, and the sweat was starting to bead on her forehead. Then her mouth was open and she was upon me again. Her body felt incredibly strong and sexy as she pinned me against the wall. She lifted a thigh between my legs, pressing herself against my erection. As we kissed, she brought her hand into my pants. Her graceful black hand was gentle as it fondled my tingling erection. Almost by reflex, I unbuttoned the front of her blouse to reveal the black lace bra that supported her heavy breasts. I snapped the bra and let her breasts fall free. She gasped as I put my mouth upon them and licked her nipples, making them shiny and erect. “Oooh, that feels good,” she said.

I was really turned on by those big warm melons of hers. Alternating between them, I put her nipples entirely in my mouth and sucked them like lollipops. As I did this, Robyn pressed against me so passionately that I thought she was trying to push me through the wall, her hands rubbing my jewels all the while.

We’d been building up to this for so long that we were both wildly impatient. I pulled her skirt up and rubbed her smooth thighs. She was turned on by every move I made, which in turn exhilarated me all the more. I loosened my pants and pulled out my hot erection, rubbing it against her kinky pubic hair. Right away, I felt her wetness down below. She moaned, “Ooh, Greg” and rolled her head back. I pushed my hard erection forward and it slipped comfortably inside her. I pressed it in deeper as we moved together to the opposite wall so her back was against it. With her now anchored firmly, I could thrust my entire cock into her pulsing cunt.

Although I was still a bit uneasy about having sex in a stairwell like that, Robyn was so sensual and uninhibited that I would have been happy to fuck her in a department-store window with a whole crowd watching. As I pistoned my seven-incher into her again and again, pressing my weight against her, she grunted and groaned with pleasure. Soon she was nearly crying with ecstasy, squeezing her vagina skillfully and rhythmically around my cock.

It didn’t take long before I felt myself losing it. Almost dizzy with ecstasy, I thrust even more urgently into her burning-hot cunt-hole. She grunted each time. When my come finally blasted forth, she began gasping for air. She was almost crying as she held me tightly around the neck and began kissing my face wetly and repeatedly. She then started sucking air through clenched teeth. Shivering and shaking, she let out high-pitched animal sounds—and I knew she was losing it too. I kept ramming my still-hard cock into her depths until she shook uncontrollably in total ecstasy. When it was over, we rested against each other, catching our breath. Once our passion had subsided, we suddenly remembered where we were and got a bit uneasy. We quickly pulled our clothes back together and, stepping out of the stairwell, headed back to our desks, confident we hadn’t been discovered. Later that day I did finally tell her about my longstanding desire for her. By then, however, my message was kind of anticlimactic. We resumed our passionate sex play at her place that very night, and we’ve been together every night since. Ours is a special thing, the kind of fucking that fate ordains. G.A., Sacramento, Calif.