It was Friday morning, and I was so excited not because the weekend was coming up, but because I knew Gerald was coming in for the weekly maintenance checkup.

We usually flirted and made small talk, but this Friday I was going to make sure things went to the next level.

I saw him in the parking lot and knew he had to go through my office and pass by the kitchen, so I made my move. I ran to the kitchen and listened for his footsteps. As he neared, I bent down as if to reach something on a bottom shelf, leaving my ass high in the air. I heard him stop and felt him watching me. He couldn’t miss my black lace panties under my white spandex skirt. I looked hot, and wanted to make sure he noticed.

Gerald came into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. He didn’t lock it, which only excited me more. There’d be hell to pay if someone walked in on us. Still, it was well worth the risk.

I remained bent over and felt him brush up against me. Then his hands grasped my ass. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. He moved one hand to my pussy, pushed aside the panties, and touched my clit. I was hot and wet, and he liked it. His prick pressed between the cheeks of my ass, and I began to moan. He pulled me up and pushed me over to the counter. I leaned over again and begged him to hurry.

My pussy was juicy wet, and I wanted him inside me. Gerald pulled down his zipper, and I felt his throbbing flesh rubbing against my gash. “Now,” I urged. Within seconds he stripped me of my panties and slammed his cock deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, God,” I cried. I arched my back to take him in deeper. His cock slid in and out of me. With my back to him, I wrapped my arms around his and gripped his back. He kissed the back of my neck, then went back to pumping. I knew I’d have to make my move soon.

I put my hands on his hips and pushed him out of me. He seemed to be confused, but then caught on. I jumped up on the counter and sat spread-eagled in front of him. It was the perfect height; he slid his hot cock right back inside me.

I could tell Gerald was getting close, but he seemed determined to prolong the deed for my pleasure. Without warning, he yanked my shirt over my head and was rewarded with a pair of big firm tits under a black lace bra. With expert skill, he soon removed that too. I felt an orgasm building. He looked into my eyes, and then we both looked down at his cock, glistening with my juices as it plunged in and out of my pussy.

I grabbed his face and stuck my tongue down his throat. Gerald’s thrusts grew harder and faster. We both felt it coming and began panting in unison. Gerald gripped my ass and lifted me up off the counter while continuing to thrust. Then we were straining against each other, pushing each other over the edge.

We stayed close together for several minutes afterward. Gerald let me slide down until my feet touched the floor. I tried to tidy up, but it was no use. Gerald didn’t look any better. He smoothed down my skirt, but when he retrieved my panties from the floor, instead of hand-ing them back to me, he stuffed them into his pocket. Just before he left, he turned around and said, “I hope to see you next week, Juicy.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’ll be here, Sexy.”