In preparation for our company’s summer outing of games and team-building exercises, we were all given group assignments.

I was dreading the entire thing until I realized my group included the walking, talking wet dream named Elise. We work in different departments, so I rarely interacted with her, but I was always on the lookout for her. I knew she was married, but that didn’t stop my cock from going into full-alert mode whenever I saw her or heard her sexy voice. Nor did it keep me from learning as much about her as I could, like the fact that she’d recently split with her husband.

When we were asked to carpool, I shamelessly conspired to make a ride with me sound as appealing as I could, and promised her great coffee. Although she had already received several offers, she happily gave me her address and phone number.

On the day of the picnic, Elise and I partnered up for all the exercises, and I thought we were getting along really well by the time the lunch buffet had been set up. They’d put out picnic baskets in case some groups wanted to have lunch out on the grounds. When Elise began filling a basket with food, my first thought was that she wanted us to have lunch with the team, but thankfully we were both on the same horny wavelength.

After grabbing a couple of sodas and some napkins, she left the buffet table, grabbed my hand, and led me back to my car. As soon as we got in, she slid her hand around my neck, pulled me toward her, and rammed her tongue down my throat in a hard, searing kiss. Neither of us were concerned about our gawking coworkers as we drove off with our picnic lunch.

When I asked her where we were headed, she told me to take her back to my house. I put the pedal to the metal and broke several speed limits. All during the drive, Elise’s hand worked my swollen cock, stroking the hard length through my shorts, while she kissed me and tugged my ear between her teeth. God, I couldn’t wait to sink my dick into her pussy.

I almost drove up onto the curb, haphazardly parking before stumbling out of the car to get Elise inside as quickly as humanly possible. I even left the basket in the car, and had to double back to get it when she reminded me.

Inside, I dropped the basket in the living room and we started tugging off each other’s clothes. I pulled her down on the sofa and was totally prepared to dive into her hot pussy, but Elise reached for my cock while telling me to save the foreplay for later — she wanted me to fuck her hard and fast. So that’s just what I did.

I grabbed my cock, placed the head at her pussy, and, with one swift stroke, was buried to the root. She wrapped her long legs around me while I hammered her cunt, and egged me on by moaning “harder, harder,” over and over.

The frantic friction of her cunt muscles sucking and dragging my cock in and out had me on the edge in no time. Not wanting to come before Elise, I reached between us and used my thumb to apply pressure to her clit. That particular maneuver has never failed me, and this time was no different. She went off like a rocket, her muscles milking my dick as I started to pull out.

“No!” she screamed, clutching me to her. “Come in my pussy, Mike! I want to feel you coming inside my pussy!”

I quickly thrust back in as the first jolt of the orgasm hit. Feeling each shot of jizz as it shot out of my cock and into her pussy was practically mind-altering. I barely had enough sense not to drop my full weight on her before rolling to the side and pulling her with me. But in the aftermath, I realized that I hadn’t even taken the time to appreciate the body I’d been coveting for months. I’d given her what she wanted, but promised myself that the next round would be on my terms.

When we’d caught our breath, Elise dragged the picnic basket over and we sat on the floor, feeding each other pieces of fried chicken and potato chips, eating any stray crumbs off each other’s body. For dessert, I told Elise to lie on her back and I crumbled a couple of the chocolate-chip cookies, leaving a trail of crumbs from her neck down to her twat. Then I took the time to admire my work before licking up each crumb from her body. By the time I finished, she was writhing and twitching and ready for me to fuck her again.

We had the best time that afternoon — and the entire weekend. When Monday rolled around, it was business as usual. My friends wanted to know all the dirty details, but Elise and I had agreed that we’d neither confirm nor deny that we’d hooked up, and that as long as we were still working in the same office, we’d act as if nothing had changed. But outside the office, we still screw whenever and wherever we want. So far it’s working out just fine.