Erotic Fiction: Copy Room Love
My phone buzzed against my desk, the screen sliding forward with the vibration. I finished typing in the last few lines of the order I was working on into the spreadsheet and submitted it. The phone came to life a second time and I flipped it over, the screen lit up to show the message waiting for me: Copy room in 10?
The moment my eyes scanned those four words, my heart shot into my throat. Though the office copy room was rarely used, the last time we had tried to sneak away for a quickie between the machines, one of the people from the annex walked in just as Kyla began to undo my belt buckle. Just as someone walked in, she dashed to the neighbouring copier and pulled out a blank sheet of paper in feigned normalcy, hurrying away an instant later and leaving me to hide a massive boner without a backwards glance.
To be fair though, I had initiated the first time and thought she would never be down to try anything while at work ever again. This was a pleasant — albeit a little unnerving — surprise.
I unlocked my phone and sent back my reply: See you soon.
The next ten minutes seemed both tediously long and shockingly quick. When the time came, I gathered up a stack of papers that I had piled beside my computer and carried them to the copy room, avoiding eye contact with any of my colleagues as I passed them by in the hallway. Thankfully, heading to the copy room was exceedingly rare in our digital age. My nervousness could be mistaken for pure annoyance at the fact that I was being inconvenienced with having to deal with physical files.
When I got into the copy room, I noticed a sign on the door: CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. I wiggled the handle, but it was locked. As I turned to leave, ready to admit defeat, the lock unlatched, and Kyla peeked through the door to nod me in. The moment I slipped into the copy room, she turned the bolt back in place and smirked.
“My parts need maintenance.” She laughed at her own joke, her grin deepening as she turned away from me, walking towards the nearest copier and bending over it. Her ass strained against the tight material of the form-fitting skirt, hugging her curves in all the perfect ways.
I closed the gap between us in a split second, sliding her skirt slowly up over her hips to bunch around her waist and pulling her panties down until they fell to her ankles. While sliding two fingers into her already dripping pussy, I undid my belt, button, and zipper with my free hand. With my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, it was difficult to set free.
This won’t take long — I slid my boxers down and finally pulled out my dick, leaving my pants hanging loosely in place.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” I hissed in her ear, leaning my chest over her back as I pushed into her roughly. She yelped, the sound reverberating in my ear as I began to thrust in and out of her from behind. Her hands stretched out in front of her, gripping onto various parts of the copier as she shook against the machine, her body making it quake beneath her.
“Harder, harder,” she moaned, pushing her ass rhythmically against my hips. I held onto her by her waist with one hand, the other circling around the front to rub her clit. “I said, ‘harder’!”
Both my fingers pressed forcefully between her legs. I pulled her off her place against the copier and bent her over, her body flexibly yielding to raise her ass in the air. When I pushed into her the second time, she cried out, trying to muffle her voice as best as possible. I was grunting quietly, on the brink of cumming inside of her tight pussy. “I’m so close,” she whimpered. “Mmmm.”
I briefly refocused my attention, holding off on finishing until I heard her cry out, her back arching inwards and then outwards like a cat, her body lowering down to her elbows. That’s all it took for me to cum. Our breath was ragged and out of synch when I slowly pulled out of her and zipped my pants back up. Kyla kept her eyes trained on me with her sultry smile as she wiggled her skirt back into place.
“Bye.” She straightened herself up one last time before unlocking the door. She paused and backtracked quickly, smoothing out my shirt and adjusting the way it sat tucked into my pants. Before she turned back to leave, she pressed a kiss to my cheek, murmuring the words, “I’ll see you tonight,” against my skin.
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