Sorting things out in the Archive

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Early in my career I worked in a company that was located in an old building in the city center. One of my tasks was to &#034manage&#034 some of the IT equipment we had stored in cellar. Managing meant taking things in and out, lifting and throwing away old equipment. One evening I was working on unpacking new deliveries down in the cellar I heard the all-to-familiar sound of heels clicking from the archive area.

I was trying to make some sound so who ever it was would know that she was not alone. Did not plan to scare someone to death. I heard her unlocking the door to the archive, and eventually the door slammed. I continued my work. After some time the door opened again, and the clicking came closer and around the corner. I was a bit excited wondering who it was.

&#034Hello?&#034 she said. Then I knew who it was. Kristina from the Archive team stood in front of me came around the corner looking beautiful as always. We had been flirting during a company party, but nothing ever happened. She smiled, asked what I was doing there. She was in her late thirties, wearing a knee-long grey knitted dress, black stockings and knee-high boots with high heels.

I tried to engage in the conversation, but my eyes were measuring her up and down. She was quite petite, but had a nice bust and an incredible butt. Her short blond hair rounded nicely around her head. Her dress was clinging to her body.

She asked if I wanted to join her and some ladies from the Archive for a drink. I stuttered &#034sure, when?&#034 They were planning to leave in 30 minutes, so I closed off the storage, and ran for a quick shower in the in-house gym. Running upstairs I was sure I could sense her perfume.

30 minutes later I caught up with the ladies at a nearby bar. They were already seated and drinking in the diner-style bar. Two of the girls jumped out, so I was sitting besides Kristina. We were chatting and laughing for quite some time before I felt Kristina´s finger gliding up and down my back. I was getting a bit aroused my her perfume, and this did not help. She leant over and whispered: &#034Tonight you and I are going to have a great time&#034. I almost spilled my drink. Not that I didn´t want to, but she was so direct. Not exactly what I had expected.

The clock had passed midnight and the other ladies left one after the other. Kristina took my hand, and led me to the unisex bathrooms. With a growing dick in my pants I was not hesitating. She found a vacant stall and pulled me into it. Immediately she started to kiss. She whispered &#034be quiet!&#034 before she grabbed my groin, and started to rub my cock outside the jeans. Then she dropped, on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants and pulled out my cock. She started licking, kissing and sucking my cock, while fondling my balls with her hand. I almost fainted of excitement. Pulling faster and faster, sucking, licking, squeezing. She was clearly not looking to the all-nigh love making.

I lifted her up, and turned her around. With her dress around her hips, I felt my cock against her pantyhose. Such a great feeling! She bent forward, and I ripped her nylons and lifting her thong to the side. I slid into her soaking wet pussy. I banged her as hard and fast as I could, feeling the cumshot building up. Grabbing her tits from behind. I just loved the feeling of fucking her while groping her tits. She must have felt me closing in on cumming. She whispered with a desperate voice: &#034don´t cum inside me!&#034.

I pulled out and the next second my massive sperm load ejaculated on her thighs, boots and ass. Long clads of sperm running down her great legs and boots. We came to our senses, and tried to clean up as best we could. She led me out of the stall, and she asked if I could e****t her home. I did. I turned out to be a great start for a very nice friends-with-benefits relationship. I eventually left the company, and she married. Still; I always wondered if someone ever found my secret stash of lubricant and condoms in the storage.

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