The closet was dark, just a sliver of light coming under the door. Not that we needed light for what we were doing. Talking over IM at work, I bet him he wouldn't sneak into the supply closet with me, and he bet me that if he did, I wouldn't let anything happen. He couldn't have known I wanted nothing more...

    Kissing a little but not much, not making a sound, our hands explored, mine unbuckling his belt and unsnapping his jeans, reaching inside to feel his hardening cock. His hands moved from my shoulders to my pants, undoing the catch and lowering the zipper. Not hesitating, his hands touched me, cupping and rubbing my own growing hardness. He spun me away from him, turning me with his strong hands on my hips.

    His fingers found the waistband of my pantyhose, his fingers hooked inside and pulled down. With a couple of tugs over my hips, my nylons and panties slid down to my thighs, exposing me. I heard denim rustling behind me, and knew he was free. He stepped close and I felt his hot member press against my cheeks, soft and nice in the crack of my ass.

    Necessity crashed into my mind, and I whispered for him to wait. Fumbling, I found my little black purse on the counter, and found the condom inside. Half-turning, I reached behind me and gripped him, making it possible to roll the condom down his shaft. Still twisting at the waist, he gave me a sweet French kiss before I released myself to him, bracing my hands on the counter.

    Experience, or just lusty luck, let him put the tip of his cock, slick from the lubed condom, right on my little button. I didn't flinch at the cold, but I did let out a small sigh and moan when he pressed into me. I pressed my eyes shut in the bliss of initial penetration, and he continued to slide into me, deep, my slim little butt filled with his firm prick.

    He stroked, not fast or slow, but long and deliberate - and perfect. He held my hips, but my hands clawed for support, finally gripping the shelves. Sweet ecstasy as he pumped himself between my cheeks, slipping hot inch after inch into my ass, in and again. I would have let him love my body all day, but soon he sped up just a little, his grip on my hips tightened, and inside me his cock twitched as he came. His soft kisses on my neck and hear were all the thanks I needed.

    I couldn't move, my toes tingling, as he slid out, and I heard him dress. The light flared bright as he slipped out of the closet. I waited long minutes, pulling myself back together, and letting the flush subside, before I left the closet. I wondered if everyone could tell what happened by the look on my face as I made it back to my office. His next message was waiting for me.

    "Bet you won't spend the night at my place.", he wrote. He couldn't have known I wanted nothing more...