Caught in the Act

She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Leaning against the sink with one hand, her clingy purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was slid into her panties. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard the door open, but before she could say anything, I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.

Our office has two bathrooms, one by the front desk, and one down the hall that we share with some other businesses in the building. It's a bit further away, so most people don't use it.

When I turned back around from the door, she was pulling her skirt back down. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly mortified to have been caught in the act. She started to explain how she thought the door was locked, but her voice trailed off when I took her hand and put her finger in my mouth. Her breath caught as I sucked her finger, tasting her pussy.

I stepped closer, pushing the small of her back up against the sink. She was about the same height as me, and I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. As my leg pressed between her thighs, she let out a little moan. I started kissing her neck, working my way up to her ear.

Feeling the pressure of my growing erection against her hip, she pressed more firmly against me and quietly breathed my name in my ear. I leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes. She licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.

"Why don't we finish what you were doing when I came in here?" I said. She nodded, and turned away from me, leaning against the sink again as I pulled her skirt up. I knelt, slid her panties down and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs as I slowly ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. I spread her cheeks a bit, and the sight of her pussy sent a surge through me.

Sitting back, I enjoyed a moment of anticipation. Her wet lips spread before me, begging for attention, her breath coming in short, nervous gasps. Then I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her cunt was tight, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. I pushed all the way into her, and then slowly pulled all the way out.

Pleased at the way her wetness coated my fingers, I slipped them back in and began to gently fuck her. At the same time, I reached forward and took her hand, bringing it between her thighs, encouraging her to rub her clit.

After just a few short minutes, her body began tensing up. She must have been right on the verge of cumming when I walked in on her. Now with my help, her orgasm was swiftly approaching. I began pushing more firmly into her, and she said "No! Don't change it, just keep going like that..."

I slowed down a bit, and concentrated on matching pace with her breathing, trying not to jostle her own fingers frantically circling her clit. All of a sudden, her legs stiffened, she made a choked little cry, and a small gush of warm fluid washed over my fingers. I slowed my pace when her hand stopped moving, and then just left my fingers inside, pressing downward as she breathed heavily through the wash of endorphines.

She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breathing slowing. Her back was arched, her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I could faintly see the remainder of last summer's tan line on her ass.

Removing my fingers, I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, letting them and my boxers drop to the floor. I stroked my now painfully erect cock, rubbing her wetness around the head, and then leaned forward, plunging into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her cunt squeeze tightly around me.

For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft, and feeling her fingers brush against the base of my cock as she continued to rub her clit. I knew this wouldn't last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on, and before long I was plunging in and out of her as quickly as I could.

Her pussy kept expanding and contracting around me, alternately gaping so I could really only feel her lips sliding along my shaft, and then suddenly squeezing tight around me so that I could feel every bit of her wrapped hotly around the head of my cock.

She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name, telling me to fuck her, and simply moaning into her arm. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her, but I held tightly onto her hips, and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.

After a minute, she relaxed, leaned back down and moaned deeply. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her now soaking wet pussy with quick, deep thrusts. She reached down between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls, and started gently rubbing them with each push.

"Oh my god, I just came so hard," she breathed, looking up and making eye contact with me in the mirror. "Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me..."

With all this encouragement, it wasn't long before I felt the familiar sensation building deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, and then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips tightly and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.

For a minute, we just stood there like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both laughed. Leaning back against me, she reached her arms back around my head and sighed happily.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to work like nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again, but I think about it every time she walks past my desk - especially when she's wearing that purple skirt.