Sex in the Office After Hours: Risky Workplace Fantasy

I can never take my eyes off of you whenever I go into the office.

You’re always so sexy in the morning. Your tie always matches your suit. I can’t help but confess that I’ve thought about having sex in the office after hours with you many times. Your cufflinks always match the details in your watch. Your grooming is impeccable. It turns me on so much. I catch a subtle waft of your cologne as I walk past your cubicle, and as I do, I notice that you look up just out of the corner of your eye.

That isn’t just me, is it? Wanting to have sex in the office after hours.

I know it isn’t. It makes me think about sex in the office after hours with you. I wouldn’t mind catching you in the elevator sometime. And no, I don’t just mean for the routine up and down. I mean maybe we get caught. What if we get stuck? That elevator is old. It’s an old clunker. I think it might be the catalyst to us having sex in the office after hours. I don’t think the intercom in it even works anymore. Do you ever notice that our cell phones hit a dead spot in that elevator shaft? If we got stuck in a failed elevator in this building, I don’t think we would get out for hours. And then what? I think I know what.

That would lead to us having sex in the office after hours. We’d have to pry the doors open ourselves, probably on some abandoned floor. Do you have any idea how many unrented floors there are in this building? At least ten. Business is terrible these days. The real estate overlords are crapping their pants. Did you not know? Oh, let me show you around. Sex in the office after hours, perhaps? This entire floor is empty, and this whole executive suite is available.

What if you were the executive, sir? Could I get you some coffee? I’m very good at taking notes, especially with rapid oral communication. Didn’t you see that on my resume? I made sure to highlight it.

Yes, I’m very skilled in oral communication.

I thought you might like that. Well, maybe I could show you. I’d be happy to give you a private demonstration. Maybe a little oral sex in the office after hours. Since we have to wait so long for the rescue squad to get here, I’m sure we’ll have a lot of time to kill. It might even take them all night to find us in this huge, gigantic building. And there’s no one else around except you and me.

You won’t let me get lonely, will you? I sure hope not. There’s no one else to find us. You know, you have the chance to be my big, strong hero and carry me down all these flights of stairs to my rescue. If we wanted to have lots of fun, you could ravage my body on each floor, just to say that we did it! Who else is going to say that they had that much fun on each floor of the office building?

Nobody but us can say they had sex in the office after hours.

It’ll be like our own private game that we won. I’ll have a hard time not bragging about it, though. I hope you know how much the other girls lust after you. They want to have sex in the office after hours with you, too. And I’ll be the only one who will have done it. Right? Wait. Are you having sex with other girls in the office after hours? I thought I was the only one. I can’t lie, that makes me kind of mad.

Are we going to fight, then have the best sex of our lives? Moreover, what a little slut you turned out to be. That is to say, I thought I was the only one having sex in the office after hours with you, or at least having elaborate fantasies about it. Now I know what a little whore you are. However, that’s okay. I can share you. You know what a confession slut I am. I love to hear the truth about what a big whore you are.

Tell me all about it.

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