A Work Affair

Panic stations

We'd been messaging these dirty scenarios for weeks to get each other off but so far I'd shown him my breasts, let him fondle me and I've just bought 3 new lingerie pieces and sent him cheeky photos of me in them. Paul is starting to wonder what is going on. I'm more randy than normal and he's asking why I'm always on my phone. I've cheated. But I know that Paul won't stand for cheating just like I wouldn't. But I'm going to have to tell him something eventually.

Justin sends me photo of his member in return for my sexy pictures. It's nice, I mean no d**k is ever pretty, but I can work with it. We are both getting more and more confident as we continue to get away with it. He's not guessing what underwear I have on each day. Continuously getting it wrong he would beg to see it. I caved. I caved big time! We started planning to have s*x. Actually do it this time, not just pretending to over text. I planned to meet him in an abandoned storage container at work after I finish for the day and he was going to follow me in. I made 1 rule. He'd have to wear a condom, I was safe to have s*x without it being on the pill and we were both disease free but I couldn't exactly go home dripping from someone else. We thought of everything. I had an excuse for going in there and coming home late, he was working next to it on a project and our alibi was I got my key stuck inside and called for help. We had thought of everything. It was like we were pro's.

I watched the clock that day, it went so slowly. But those last few minutes zoomed by. I got in my car, raced off site to have a couple of calming cigarettes to tame my nerves. Shaking I drove round to the unit and walked inside, after a couple of minutes he followed me in. Grabbing my hips from behind and pulling me against his body. He twists me round to face him raising his hands under my top, I help him lift it off. pulling my breasts free from the black lace bra I had strategically worn. Taking a n****e into his mouth he uses his hand to push the waistband of my joggers to drop to the floor. Pushing my matching lacy panties to the side he fondles around to enter me. Thrusting his fingers deep inside me making the pressure inside me. I really wanted to avoid kissing him but he leaned in. That's when it started to go wrong. For someone who I'm estimating in thier 50s he had no idea how to kiss, just left a limp tongue in my mouth. He tasted like coffee gritt. I was instantly turned off so I faked an orgasm to get out of his hold. He made me sit on some boxes and spread my legs so we could have s*x, he was hard but as soon as he unhooked his jeans he turned limp.

In his rush to get to me he forgot the condoms so I sent him back out to get them. When he came in I was leaning over the boxes, completely exposed, hoping to just get this over and done with. I am not someone that goes back on what they say they'll do, but I honestly just wanted to go home. He returned and fumbled around to put one on. Splitting 1 he starts another, I can tell he's nervous. He sighs in disappointment as the second one breaks ans he becomes limp. I turn to face him "do you not want to do this?" I look to his face to avoid looking at the reason why he's embarrassed. "Of course I do, I don't know what's wrong with me" He's looking down at himself with the most disappointment I've ever seen on someone's face. I press my hands onto his chest to push him back a couple of steps, I glide my hands down as lower myself to my knees infront of him. I grasp his limp d**k in my hand and begin to flick my tongue over the end of his member. He's instantly excited. Finally I have him hard and staying that way. I proceed to take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. He grasps onto my ears to push himself deeper in me making me choke. I continue to suck his stiff c*ck until he cums. I swallow as fast as I can to get rid of the horrid taste.

I rush to get dressed and out of the door. Clambering back into the car asking myself what the he'll I just did?!