Stolen moments

Our lunch breaks became a sacred ritual, a stolen hour of intense pleasure that fueled the rest of my workday. When I took my lunch break, the entire staff did too. I made it a point to close the office during this time, ensuring everyone went outside and enjoyed their lunch, and, of course, so I could have my privacy as well. We had lunch breaks like this almost daily, except for a few occasions: when I was heading to the doctor's for another round of the Depo shot, and twice when I'd met with Vic while Randy had his own lunch meetings. The moment Randy stepped into my office and locked the door behind him, the air between us shifted. The quiet hum of the building faded, replaced by the rapid beat of my heart and the heat radiating from his body.

He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his hands gripping my waist as his lips crashed onto mine with a fierce hunger. "I’ve been waiting all morning for this," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

"Me too," I gasped, already fumbling with his tie. "Every minute."

I shivered as his fingers traced the curves beneath my blouse, peeling it open slowly, deliberately. The thrill of being so exposed, so vulnerable in this hidden space, sent a rush of adrenaline through me. Every stolen moment, every risk we took, made this feel more electric.

Our breaths mingled, ragged and urgent, as clothes were shed and skin pressed against skin. The world outside ceased to exist—only the slick heat of our connection mattered. His hands explored boldly, his touch both commanding and tender, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every whispered word and desperate kiss.

"God, you’re mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive, sending a thrill straight through me. I gasped, arching into him, craving more of that fierce, unrelenting passion. He lifted me onto the edge of my desk, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed deep inside me, his thrusts powerful and precise. "So good," he groaned, burying his face in my neck.

Time slipped away as we lost ourselves in each other—raw, hungry, and utterly consumed. We moved from the desk to the wall, then to the chairs, the table, and even the window sill, exploring every usable surface of the office, our bodies a blur of motion and sensation. He drove into me with relentless passion, and we climaxed several times, each shattering release shaking me to my core. Each and every time, Randy's thick cum filled me completely.

When our stolen hour came to an end, we straightened ourselves, flushed and breathless, sharing a secret smile before slipping back into the world outside, forever changed by what had just happened behind closed doors.

Despite the incredible depth of my relationship with Randy, and the fact that we were dating, a part of me felt a pang of guilt after my encounters with Vic. I was deeply committed to Randy, yet Vic was a force, a past I just couldn't seem to quit, a forbidden thrill that pulled me in despite myself.

Despite our demanding work schedules and the intensity of our stolen lunch breaks, Randy and I still carved out time for our relationship outside the office. We continued to go on dates, sometimes just the two of us, enjoying quiet dinners or adventurous outings. Other times, Emma and Max joined us on our adventures, slowly but surely becoming more comfortable with me.

One particular weekend, we'd taken the kids to a late-night astronomy event at a local observatory. The stars were breathtaking, and the kids were enthralled, but by the time we piled back into the car, everyone was utterly exhausted. It was so late that Randy decided it was safer for them to just sleep over at my place. Randy and I shared my bed, and the kids, after a quick setup, were sound asleep in the spare room.

After ensuring Emma and Max were deeply asleep, their soft snores drifting from down the hall, Randy turned to me, his eyes dark with a familiar hunger. "Think they're out for the count?" he whispered, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Definitely," I whispered back, my heart already quickening. "They were practically comatose in the car."

We slipped quietly out of bed and into the bathroom. The moment the shower water began to cascade, filling the small space with its rhythmic drumming, and the fan kicked on with its steady hum, a new kind of privacy enveloped us. Randy pulled me into his arms, the hot water instantly soothing my skin.

"Perfect," he murmured, his lips finding mine in a deep, wet kiss. The sound of the water and the whirring fan were a perfect cover for our escalating moans. He pushed me gently against the tiled wall, his hands roaming over my wet body, making me shiver with anticipation.

"Randy," I gasped, as his thick, hard dick pressed against my pussy. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, as he slid inside me. The water streamed over us, mingling as he began to thrust, a powerful, rhythmic motion that filled every inch of me. We moved together, the slickness of the water enhancing every sensation, every glide. He leaned down, his mouth finding my neck, then my ear, whispering words of raw passion that made me arch into him harder.

We climaxed several times in that shower, each release a powerful, shuddering wave that shook me to my core. The cascading water continued to pour, washing over our bodies as Randy groaned, his body tensing, and released his thick cum deep inside me each and every time, leaving me utterly breathless and completely sated. The sounds of our passion were perfectly masked by the shower's roar, our secret safe within the steamy confines of the bathroom.

After he drained himself in me, we finished showering and slipped back into bed. I drifted off to sleep almost immediately, utterly exhausted.

Hours later, sometime in the pre-dawn quiet, I stirred. Randy was still asleep beside me, his breathing even. A sudden urge, a lingering hunger, pulsed through me. I carefully shifted, turning to face him, and gently took his thick, hard dick into my mouth. I began to suckle slowly at first, then with more confidence, my tongue swirling around the head, then gliding down the shaft.

Randy groaned, his hips bucking a few times, a deep sound rumbling in his chest. I continued, my efforts growing bolder. His moans grew louder, more insistent, until his hips bucked again, and he came down my throat a few times, a hot, thick gush that made me swallow hard.

Just then, a soft knock came from the bedroom door. "Daddy? Deppgrl?" Emma's voice, followed by Max's, sounded from the hallway. "Can we come in?"

Randy's eyes snapped open, wide and startled. He quickly pulled his briefs back up, his face a mixture of surprise and a lingering haze of pleasure. "Uh, yeah, kids! Come on in!" he called out, his voice a little rough.

The door creaked open, and Emma and Max peered in, their eyes still sleepy. "What was all that moaning about?" Max asked, rubbing his eyes.

Randy cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "Oh, that? Just doing some stretches, buddy. Gotta keep limber, you know." He gave me a quick, conspiratorial glance.

Emma, however, seemed to notice something else. Her eyes landed on my bare shoulder, which had slipped out from under the sheets. "Ew," she said, wrinkling her nose, then giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Randy and I exchanged a look, stifling our own laughter, knowing our secret was safe with her for now.