Vignettes - Friday Tryst

My company was bolstering the electrical service in my building in order to add more computer labs. For this work they were bringing in extra contractors to run additional cabling and such. I don’t know all the details…I’m hardly an expert on electrical work.

But I am an expert on handsome guys, and one of the contractors was seriously good looking. He was tall, brawny, with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. And the t-shirts and nicely fitting jeans he wore didn’t leave much to the imagination.

As I was in and out of the server room where they were working, I had lots of good opportunities to check him out. While he was up on a ladder, down working under the floor, and one time I even ran right into him while going around a corner. He grabbed my arm to steady me, and I laughed and apologized. He smiled, and we went our different directions.  But after that I noticed that when I’d go into the server room that he would pay a bit more attention to me. He’d say hello, or hold the door for me, things like that.

We’d just gotten in a shipment of spare parts, and as it was my job to maintain the inventory, I was spending a lot of time in the storage room in that area. I had a lot to unpack and record, so to help with the monotony I had my MP3 player set to play a collection of boppy dance tunes that I liked.

The store room was towards the back of the large server room. There was no equipment in that area yet, so there was lots of open floor. Thinking I was alone back there I busted out some moves during a favorite song. When I was done, I was appalled to hear the sound of someone clapping. I spun around, and to my chagrin it was my handsome electrician.

Blushing furiously, I popped out my ear buds, “I didn’t think anyone else was back here.”

He grinned, “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re running some connections back here, and I need to get under your dance floor.”

I ducked my head and scooted quickly back to my store room. I was so embarrassed! I turned the music back up and buried myself in my work. I was in the process of moving some large power supplies into the store room, and didn’t notice him standing in the doorway until I turned around. Startled, I let out a little squeak.

Now slightly annoyed, I removed my ear buds again, “Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, I was going to ask you that. Those look heavy…do you want some assistance with them?”

At this point I got a bit defensive, “No thanks, I’ve got this.”

To prove my point I brushed past him, hauled up two more of the power supplies, and carried them into the room setting them down gently with the others. When I turned around he was in the doorway again, with a sly smile on his face.

“I guess you do. So, is there anything else I could help you with?”

“Don’t you have your own work to do?”

He shrugged, “I’m on break,” he kicked up the door stop and came into the windowless room. The door could only be opened from the outside with an access badge, and my co-worker had the only other one…and he was out for day.

I glanced down at his badge, and saw that his name was Ron, “Uh…Ron…what are you doing?”

He chuckled, “Oh c’mon…I know you’ve been checking me out. And I know this because I’ve been doing the same with you,” he walked up to where I was standing, and brushed my hair out of my eyes, “I’ve been thinking about some way to get you alone, and it looks like I’ve finally gotten the opportunity."

My heart was beating so hard, and my breathing had become shallow. Thoughts of him touching me with those rough hands had me all aflutter. Trying to appear calm I asked, “So what were you planning to do with it?”

He gave me a feral grin, “I was thinking that after I kissed you until you were weak in the knees, that I’d like to bend you over that table over there, and fuck you until you see stars.”

I laughed nervously, “Well, at least you’re honest.”

We looked at each other for a beat, and he lowered his head while I raised mine. When he wrapped his arms around me I was done for...he pulled me tight against him, and kissed me hard, his tongue nudging my lips apart and snaking into my mouth. I groaned and kissed him back with equal fervor.

His hands slid under my shirt, and expertly unhooked my bra. He pushed me against the wall, and his hands kneaded my breasts as he continued to kiss me. He pinched my nipples, causing me to gasp, and as he rolled them between his fingers, he moved his mouth down to my neck, letting out a growl.

I pulled his shirt out of his jeans, and let my hands roam over his slightly furry chest. He grabbed one of them, and put it on the front of his jeans. Taking the hint, I unbuttoned his fly and slipped my hand into his boxers. I stroked his length, and he bit down on my neck in reply.

I broke away, and slid down his body. I wanted to do more than touch him at this point. I pulled his jeans and shorts down to release his gorgeous cock, and didn’t waste any time taking him in my mouth. I circled his head with my tongue, then ran it down the underside. His scent was heady…musky and manly, and I savored it as I sucked on first one of his balls then the other.

He twined his fingers in my hair, and guided my mouth gently back to his cock. I sucked him for a few minutes, bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks for maximum suction. I took him in until his head hit the back of my palate, and then I slowly began to take him down my throat. After a few minutes of massaging him with some swallowing motions, he let out a moan, and moved away.

He grabbed me up, spun me around, and walked me over to the worktable. I undid my jeans, and he pulled them down roughly, taking my panties along with them. He reached around and delved his fingers between my legs, finding me wet and ready. He stroked my clit until my breathing became ragged. I rolled my hips back up against him, and he chuckled.

“Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered a little and he commanded, “Bend over.”

I did as I was told, and he grabbed onto my hips. The plush length of his cock slid along my pussy a few times getting nice and slick, and then I felt it against my opening. I pushed back a bit to slot it in place, and he thrust forward then, spearing me on his length. His fat cock stretched me open, and I mewled as he began to piston it brutally inside me.

I grabbed the far edge of the table and let him take me as he wished. It felt so good, and I was more than happy to let him do all the work. He punctuated his thrusts with an occasional swat on my ass, and I reacted by wiggling it back up against him.

“Oh, you like it rough, don’t you?” he observed, “We might have some fun with that.”

His words caused another rush of moisture to release from inside me, and I bucked back against him, “Oh yesss,” I hissed, “I’d like that very much.”

His strokes became faster, and his fingers moved back between my legs to stroke my clit. I let out a little cry, and clenched my pussy tightly around him. He groaned, and leaned over me, doubling his efforts, and I was amazed at his stamina.

Amazement turned to bliss however, as the climax that had been building inside me finally exploded. I don’t remember doing so, but I must have made quite a racket, as he clamped his hand over my mouth to quiet me down, and surprised me by pinching my nose closed.

He continued to plunder me with his cock, and found myself struggling against him for air, but then calmed as he shushed me. I started to get a bit lightheaded, but between that feeling, his fucking me so relentlessly, and the way he stroked my clit, I felt another orgasm building. When this one hit, it was even stronger than the first, and I noticed little sparks dancing in front of my eyes. My pussy pulsated around his length, and he let go of my nose and mouth as he let out a grunt, and with a final thrust came deep inside of me.

I collapsed panting on the table, only to have him pull me up by my hair, and sit me down in a nearby chair. He held his cock with one hand, and with the other he urged my head forward. I hungrily took him into my mouth, tasting our combined juices, and spent a few moments sucking and licking him clean. He reluctantly moved away and quickly put his cock back into his pants and zipped them up, then leaned over and gave me one last soft kiss.

“I’ll be by your desk later to get your number, but I gotta go…break time is over,” he said as he opened the door and slipped out. I stayed in the chair a few more minutes, relishing the soreness I felt between my legs from his assault, and a little smile curled my lips. If only every Friday could be this good.