Shadows in the Empty Office

The fluorescent lights were off, leaving only the faint orange glow from the streetlamps outside to filter through the half-closed blinds. I had stayed late again, finishing paperwork for the small accounting firm I managed. The building was silent except for the low hum of the vending machine down the hall.

Sarah was the waitress from the diner across the street. She’d been bringing me coffee and late-night sandwiches for months. Tonight she’d knocked on the glass door just as I was about to leave, holding a paper bag and wearing that short black skirt that always made my pulse jump.

“Hey, Mark. Figured you might still be here. Thought you could use this before you passed out on your keyboard.”

I let her in, locking the door behind her. “You didn’t have to. Place is empty. Boss is out of town.”

She smiled, stepping closer. The scent of coffee and her vanilla perfume filled the dark room. “I know. I like it when it’s just us. No rush, no noisy customers.”

We stood there in the near-darkness, the only light catching the curve of her hips and the way her blouse clung to her full breasts. My cock twitched at the sight.

“You always stare like that when the lights are low,” she whispered, setting the bag on the desk. “I notice, you know.”

“Yeah?” I moved behind her, my hands sliding over her waist. “And you keep coming back anyway.”

“Because I like it.” Sarah pressed back against me, her ass rubbing slowly over the growing bulge in my slacks. “Feels dirty… exciting. Like we’re not supposed to be here.”

My fingers traced up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts. She shivered. “The dark makes everything feel closer,” I murmured against her ear. “Can’t see everything, so you feel it more.”

“Mmm… show me.” Her voice had that husky edge now.

I turned her around and kissed her hard, tongues sliding together with wet, hungry sounds. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and the mint gum she always chewed after her shift. My hands roamed down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tighter so my hard cock pressed right against her mound.

“Fuck, Mark… you’re already so stiff,” she breathed, reaching between us to stroke me through my pants. “Been thinking about this cock all day while I served tables.”

I groaned, sliding my hand under her skirt. Her panties were already soaked. “You’re dripping, Sarah. That little pussy been aching for me?”

“God yes.” She nipped my bottom lip. “Finger me. Right here in the dark.”

Two fingers slipped under the lace, finding her slick folds. I rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles, then pushed inside her tight heat. She gasped, hips rocking against my hand.

“Oh shit… just like that. Deeper.”

The wet sounds of my fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet office. Her breath came in short, needy pants against my neck. I could feel her walls clenching, her juices coating my knuckles.

“Want your cock,” she moaned. “Please, Mark. Fuck me on the desk.”

I spun her around, bending her over the cool wooden surface. She hiked her skirt up herself, shoving her panties down to her knees. In the dim light I could just make out the glistening pink of her shaved pussy.

“Spread for me,” I growled.

She reached back, pulling her cheeks apart. “Like this? You can see how wet I am for you?”

“Perfect.” I freed my throbbing cock, thick and veined, the head already leaking. I rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered.

“Stop teasing and put it in me already. I need to feel you stretch me.”

I pushed forward, sinking every inch into her tight cunt in one smooth thrust. Sarah cried out, fingers gripping the edge of the desk.

“Fuck! So big… fill me up.”

I started fucking her hard, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty room. Each thrust made her tits bounce against her blouse. I reached around to rub her clit while I pounded her.

“Yes, right there! Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum so hard.”

Her pussy fluttered around my cock, squeezing tighter with every stroke. The smell of sex mixed with her perfume, raw and intoxicating. I could hear her slick juices coating my balls as they slapped against her.

“Cum for me, Sarah. Let me feel that pussy milk my dick.”

She shattered, back arching, a long moan spilling from her lips. “I’m cumming! Oh god, Mark, I’m cumming all over your cock!”

Her walls pulsed wildly, juices squirting a little down my shaft. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own.

“Gonna fill you up,” I grunted.

“Yes, cum inside me. I want to feel it dripping out of me when I walk back to the diner.”

That pushed me over. I buried myself deep and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming pussy. We stayed locked together, panting in the dark, my cock twitching with aftershocks while her cunt gently squeezed every last drop from me.

After a minute she laughed softly, still bent over the desk. “Best delivery I’ve ever made.”

I kissed the back of her neck, still buried inside her. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Only if the lights stay off.”