Someone walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower, and I froze. I thought I’d locked the bathroom door, but apparently not

“Um — hello?” I said from behind the nearly opaque curtain.

I poked my head out and stared at the intruder, who was tall and burly — and wore a service uniform, along with a look of surprise.

“Jesus. Sorry! I didn’t know — I mean, I didn’t realize,” he stammered, still standing in the doorway.

I tried to put on my boss face despite my wetness and nudity.

“Can I help you?”

I realized his hand was on his fly, so it seemed he’d been looking for a place to pee and unwittingly opened the door before hearing the shower.

I’d spent the morning crawling around on the floor installing some cables for new computer equipment and had been covered in dust and more. My office is a small, converted home, which means the bathroom has a shower. I was the only one in that day due to an office-wide case of the flu, and I’d forgotten to lock the front door.

“I needed a signature. But I needed to go, too. I deliver here.”

“Often. Yes. I recognize you now. I’m a little busy. Can you use the washroom downstairs, and I’ll be with you in a minute?”

He nodded, still dumbstruck, his hand still hovering near his fly. I had a brief but intense instant of wondering what was beneath that fly. I wondered what his cock was like. He was a cute one. I’d noticed him before. And I was single — and horny, to boot.

“Yes,” was all he said. Then he hurried out like his ass was on fire.

I smiled, taking my time rinsing my soapy hair under the hot water. I made a snap decision that I would give it a go. I’d seduce the deliveryman.

I was excited.

Instead of sliding back into my jeans and tee, I wrapped a small white towel around me and another around my hair.

I took the steps slowly when I realized he was standing by my desk, watching me descend.

His eyes, brown and warm, did an unsubtle scan of my nearly nude body. His mouth turned into a small half-smile that showed potential. It turned me on. He seemed interested.

The chill in the house had my nipples pebbled so hard they ached. Between my legs, though, I was warm and wet.

“What can I do for you?”

“Do you want me to wait for you to get dressed?” He licked his lips, and my heart pounded.

“No. It’s fine. I can take care of you first.”

“Where is everyone?” He took a step toward me as he asked. I saw the hard line of his rigid cock beneath his zipper. He was horny. He was onboard.

“Sick. I’m here alone. And I was all dusty.”

He nodded. He glanced at the office door near my desk.

“Locked,” I said. “The interior doors auto-lock when they swing shut.”

He moved another step closer and said, “You’re really pretty.”

I couldn’t help but smile. My towel slipped just a bit. I let it.

“Thank you. You’re really pretty, too.” I read the name badge on his shirt. “Ken. I’ve seen you here before. Have you seen me?”

He nodded as if mesmerized and closed the gap with a final step.

“I’ve seen you.”

“Have you? You sure?” I let the towel drop.

His eyes darted to the door again, and then he said, “You’re sure it’s locked?”

“A thousand percent.”

He slid his hands along my hips and up over the curve of my waist. Finally, he cupped my tits in his hands. He stroked them gently, and when the nipples grew hard, he pinched them. I groaned softly, grabbed his firm ass and hauled him forward.

“Do you have a few minutes before you need that signature?”

“Yeah, it can wait,” he said. Then he leaned in and kissed me — tentatively at first, then he found his courage and really laid one on me. His mouth was warm and hot, his tongue strong and urgent.

He wrapped his big arms around me, crushed me to him and deepened the kiss.

His hand slipped between my thighs, and he found my slit with a finger.

“Wet,” he said.

I clenched my pussy around his questing digit and watched his eyes go wide.

“Soaked,” I said.

I tugged him back with me as I headed toward my office chair. I sat down and spread my legs, beckoning.

He dropped to his knees and put his hands on the insides of my thighs. He licked a hot line up my inner thigh and I shivered, watching goose bumps rise along my skin like magic. He hovered over my mound and exhaled but didn’t touch me. Then he licked from my thigh down to just above my knee.

“I’m dying here, Ken.”

His body shook as he gave a chuckle. Then he latched his mouth onto my pussy and made up for lost time. He licked me with long sweeps of his tongue. He took me right to the edge of coming, and then switched to swirls that danced over my thumping clit. I grabbed ahold of his bulky shoulders and rose to meet his mouth. I was greedy. No apologies.

Every drag of his tongue was exquisite and left me close to coming but didn’t quite get me there. He was doing it on purpose, and it was working.

Finally, I shoved my body up and begged him.

“Please, Ken. Give me a break. I’m dying here. I need — ”

Before I could finish, he grabbed my hips and licked me fervently, buzzing his tongue over my clit until I came.

Then he straightened up, unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down around his thighs. He grabbed the sides of the chair and tugged it until it rolled forward, with his cock positioned to enter me. I watched, amused, with my legs slung over the arms as he entered me. He slid the chair toward him and then gently pushed it away, using the motion to repeatedly enter me and withdraw.

He put his thumb on my clitoris and gave it a rub. When I sucked in a breath and moved eagerly, he did it again.

But that made him waver with the chair’s rhythm. I batted his hand away, and he laughed. I rubbed my clit softly at first, then harder as he pulled me forward and pushed me back. Every time he was fully inside me, his cock brushed my G-spot.

“Again,” I said.

He pushed me back and pulled me forward. Bingo. Right on the money.

My pussy grew tighter, and my body warmed. I played with my nipples and pinched them, then went back to rubbing my clit.

“Again,” I said.

He did it once more.

He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. Bit it. Then he went to the other — giving it attention, too. I groaned and moved toward him to get more.

He moved me like the tide of the ocean, and I stroked myself to orgasm. He sighed when I came, his pleasant face getting serious.

“Put me over the desk,” I said. “Fuck me from behind.”

I’ve never seen a man move that fast.

He stood back and kicked off his boots and his pants. He offered me his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me up, spun me and bent me over my desk. A pile of unopened mail sat next to my cell phone and my bottle of water. I could see my flushed face, my mussed hair and the look of satisfaction on my face reflected in the small vintage mirror I kept on my desk.

I spread my legs in a wide “V” as he took his big callused hands and stroked them over each ass cheek and then down the back of each thigh. The fine hairs at the nape of my neck bristled as he touched me.

He stepped in close, slid his cock along my folds and trailed it over my clitoris until I bucked.

He grabbed my hips and squeezed. Then he drove into me quickly. That hard thrust rocked me and made me gasp. I was on my tiptoes, gripping my desktop as he took me. I was so wet that he slid into me effortlessly. He tugged me against him every time he drove forward.

My pussy gripped him, and the pleasure that hit me was exquisite. I squeezed a bit tighter, and he moaned. I slammed back against him, so wet I could hear the sounds of our coupling.

He groaned and smacked my ass hard. That sudden jolt of pain shocked me, making my cunt ripple around him.

“I felt that,” he said breathlessly. Then he did it again.

The pain was fleeting, the pressure and arousal immense.

I forced myself back faster, and he increased his rhythm. Soon, his fingers were digging into me and we were inching my desk slowly forward.

“Jesus, I want you to come again,” he said.

“I can do that.”

I worked my hand beneath myself and pinched my clit. I moaned, and he slapped my ass again. The coupled sensations were amazing. Another pinch, and he smacked me once more

“You’re getting tighter.”

“I am,” I agreed.

I pinched once, twice, three times, and he landed another smack.

“Once more,” I moaned.

He delivered, and I pinched my tender little clit. That did it. I came, my face mashed against my appointment book.

Ken gave in to his urges, slamming into me and pounding me hard. He nudged his fingertip against my asshole, and I moaned. He liked that. I reared backward so he would take the hint. He did and pushed that finger in deep as he fucked me.

“Jesus,” he said.

“Come on me, Ken. Come all over my back. Come all over my ass. You want to, don’t you?”

Another moan, and I knew I was pushing him. I squeezed my pussy around him, and he grunted. I squeezed again, and he lost it, pushing one hand against the small of my back as he fucked me furiously.

He groaned suddenly and pulled free, and I felt the warmth of his load splash against my back and smiled with glee.

Once I got myself together, I stood. He handed me my damp towel.

“Signature?” I said.

He handed me the machine after he got his pants back on. I sighed and winked at him, then said, “I think I need another shower.”

“See you next week,” he said.

“I hope you do,” I said and headed back to the bathroom.