Staying Late Pays Off

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Sophie busts Trevor in her office after hours. It is now her turn to take the lead.

Sophie slid in behind the wheel of her Nissan Leaf. It still smelled like new car and it made her happy every time she got into it.

"God dammit!" she swore. It was already six o'clock and she just realized she was going to have to run back up to her office. Sophie was currently working on a case for a client charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. He was accused of stabbing his roommate in the leg with a kitchen knife. She had been researching similar cases since two o'clock and she still didn't have the right information. Now she had forgotten the case file in her office!

"I must have left it sitting on my desk." She said aloud. What really irked her was that she had grabbed her notebooks, which were filled with her research notes, but not the case file.

How is that even possible? They were all together! She thought seriously for a moment about going home without it. She could probably find the time to look up the statutes and similar cases tomorrow.

"No, I can't!" She whispered. "I have court most of the day. Ugh! This sucks!" She looked up and to the left, surveying the garage to see if anyone was around. She could only imagine what she looked like sitting half inside and half outside of her little electric car talking to herself. She decided there was no way around it; she would have to go back upstairs and grab the file.

Sophie depressed the lock button on the car door and stood up. She put her keys in her front slacks pocket and put her purse back inside the car on the driver's side floorboard. No reason to take it with her, she would be right back. She shut the car door and made her way back to the building's employee entrance. The blue doors reserved for those who worked anywhere in the twenty-story office building were to the left of the third floor spot where Sophie had parked. The doors opened onto a hallway that could have belonged to any office building in corporate America. She made a right at the end of the hallway and walked fifteen feet to the bank of elevators.

When Sophie stepped off the elevator on the tenth floor she could hear a vacuum whirring somewhere up ahead. She silently prayed she could grab the file and get back to her car without seeing anybody. There were only a couple lights on—more for security than anything—and she narrowly avoided the fronds of a bamboo palm sitting just inside the large reception and waiting area as she half-walked, half-jogged toward her office.

"Holy shit!" she cried out. "Somebody should really move that!" She slowed down a bit as she passed the restrooms and turned right walking past the cubicles that sat on the right and the offices and research area on the left. The firm's floor was situated in a semi-circle and her office was the last one on this side. Next to it was a large conference room and then across the hall was the staff room, where she had recently been fucked into submission. If you kept walking past the conference room you came out on the main hallway where reception and further down, the elevators were at. Just the thought of Trevor pressing her into the staff room counter made her knees weak.

"Mmmm", she moaned. "I've been horny all day! I am taking a bath when I get home. Hopefully the batteries are still good in my ... What the hell?"

She stopped just before her hand settled on the door handle to her office. Had she left her lamp on when she left this afternoon? She really didn't think so; it was the middle of August. Even now, at a little after six, she wouldn't have really needed a light. Her office had a huge window that looked out onto the Greater Chicago area and being so high up she hadn't needed blinds to keep out prying eyes. Another reason she was quite sure she hadn't been using the lamp was that she couldn't remember ever using it. When Sophie needed to she had always used the fluorescent overheads not her desk lamp. The only explanation was that the janitor had left it on, although the office doors weren't locked at night so it really could have been anyone. The thought of someone rummaging around in her office definitely creeped her out so she stood there, hesitant to go in, standing with her right hand stretched out toward the door.

"There's no time for this," Sophie told herself and grasped the commercial-style lever handle and pushed down swinging the door open as she did. She was so focused on the lamp that at first she didn't see him. She pushed the door open and advanced toward the front of her desk eyeing the stack of papers next to her computer.

"Ah, there it is," she half-whispered.

As she reached out for the file she saw him.

"Gah! Oh my god, Trevor! What the hell are you doing in here? You almost gave me a goddamn heart attack!" He was sitting at Sophie's desk facing the door. At that moment he looked like a child who'd been caught decorating the living room wall with Magic Markers.

"I asked you a question!" Sophie demanded.

"Well, I, uh," he stammered. Sophie started around the desk. Just as she rounded the corner she saw what he was up to. At first he made no attempt to stand up and Sophie didn't know whether to be completely pissed off or amused.

"Sophie, come on. Please don't be mad!" He was leaning over scrambling for his slacks while trying to stay as close to the desk as he could. He continued stammering, searching for the words to explain why he was in her office and more importantly what he was doing. His intention was to stand and pull up his pants and boxer briefs—which Sophie smiled to see were patterned after the American flag—in one fail swoop.

"Sit down!" Sophie all but shouted it. Trevor was bent over trying to unhook his belt buckle from where it had gotten hung up on his shoelace. He was jerking on it, trying fruitlessly to get the hook to come free; hoping to regain some modicum of dignity.

"Leave it, Trevor! And sit down."

He looked up at her. He was still bent over but no longer working to free the belt. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. The glow of the desk lamp was behind him and the desk's shadow was obscuring his expression, although Sophie was quite sure his face had turned a bright shade of red. And she doubted it was from being bent over.

"Ok" he said, in an almost inaudible whisper. He sat on the edge of the chair and used the bottom of his shirt to cover his jewels but Sophie was not having it. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and swept it back.

"What?" she asked him. "You can jack off in my office but you can't show me your cock?"

Sophie knew this was probably excruciating for him. He would know soon enough that she wasn't upset with him. In fact, seeing him sitting in her chair like that—pants around his ankles, tie loosened and hanging astray, shirt opened at the neck—was definitely turning her on.

"Unbutton your shirt Trevor."

"Oh god, Sophie, please don't do this. Why do you want me to unbutton my shirt? I swear, I thought you were gone for the night. I didn't mean anything by it, I just... " he trailed off looking down.

Sophie smiled, what did he think that she was going to do? Parade him through the office naked? Sophie pushed in the lock button on the door handle and closed it behind her. She walked back around her desk. Trevor relaxed noticeably.

"Now take your shirt off" Sophie said, much gentler this time. She made no attempt to touch him only stood there watching him take off his silk paisley tie and thumb the buttons on his light blue dress shirt. Once he had taken it off and laid it on her desk she stepped out of her grey flats and took the clip from her long brown hair. She watched as Trevor took his now hard cock into his hand and began stroking it with a firm grip.

"What were you thinking about in here?" she asked him.

"You. I think about you constantly. All day long I replay the way I fucked you in the staff room or I dream up all the ways I want to fuck you the next time I see you. I thought that once we did it I would think about it less, you know that whole 'forbidden fruit' kind of thing, but it has had the opposite effect. I want you more than ever!"

He had let go of his dick and was leaning toward her as he spoke. His voice had gained an almost pleading quality as he explained his growing need. Sophie didn't need to hear his explanation, she knew exactly how he felt. She hadn't done much fantasizing about Trevor before their little tryst. Now it was a whole different story.

Sophie unbuttoned her blouse. It was a long sleeved pink number that she had picked up at Maurice's last fall during a Veteran's Day sale. She let it drop to the floor. Then she unhooked her bra slipping it from each of her arms and letting it fall as well. She took her large right breast in her hand and massaged it for a moment before bringing it up to meet her lips. Her skin shone in the lamp light, as smooth and pale as porcelain. She kept her eyes locked on Trevor's as she licked her hardened nipple and then suckled at it. She moved toward the chair. When she reached him Sophie sat down sideways on Trevor's left knee, keeping her eyes on his as she did so.

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