Admittedly, there was probably too many champagnes involved. It was a work function, what do you expect. A need to loosen up around people you wouldn’t be deliberately choosing to spend a Friday night with.

He was there. But we kept our distance. An unspoken agreement between us, since the last time something happened, that shouldn’t have. But the electricity between us was palpable. He made me shiver. So much so, that when it came that the company moved locations, I choose a different floor. He was such a distraction.
It’s not late. But… it’s a work function. I sneak out. Swilling the last of my champagne and indicating to a colleague the direction to the bathroom, I walk away, but change directions and sneak off to the elevator.
Escape.
The door tings, and begins to open. A warm hand pushes me in. No need for words, I know. I don’t turn around
He reaches into my hair and grabbing a handful and pushes my neck to the side. Shivers. A warm mouth against my neck, can I smell beer? Or am I remembering the last time? He bites. That was unexpected but it makes me groan more than anything.
The elevator door closes behind us. Fuck. Has anyone seen?
Thoughts are soon centred elsewhere. Where? My centre. While his mouth is at my neck and ear, murmuring half-heard words, his hands have pulled up my skirt, and roughly negotiating my stockings, reaches for my warmth.
So wet, so quickly. His fingers enter my pussy. I almost swear, but his fingers have also invaded my mouth. Pushing inside warm wet holes, two of them while he grinds against my ass.
With wet fingers, he moves to my clit and rubs it …. Fuck! He remembers how to treat my clit. My knees buckle. But instead I push my ass back against his cock. Hard as fuck.
“Fuck me,” I would have said, if my mouth wasn’t already full of him. But he knew. Urgently he undid his belt and fumbling to release his cock, as my underwear were inelegantly pulled part way down my thighs.
Wet meets hard.
He fucks. I fuck back.
The sound of the door opening slows us but doesn’t stop us. Someone outside coughs, but the door soon shuts and with renewed vigour fucks me harder.
Guttural moans fill my ear. Only his, as mine are still muffled.
Will we come before the door opens again?
Fuck, he howls into the small, silvery, lust filled space.
That answers that question.