My job as a museum security guard can be kind of dull. For the most part, all I do is stand around and shush unruly students on field trips. The situation there is so chill, I could almost fall asleep. Of course, cameras are also everywhere, so even if Hollywood has you thinking otherwise, it’d be pretty damn impossible to plan a heist. However, I confess I recently manhandled a museum treasure of a different sort — right in plain sight.

A few months ago, I got promoted and started pulling shifts in the camera control room. This means I’m mostly alone in a cool basement with the rather Orwellian ability to see up-close whoever is browsing our collections. Last week, during an otherwise boring evening shift observing our research center, I caught a familiar face on camera: Sophie, an auburn-haired goddess, who I’d lusted after for nearly a year.

I’d met Sophie at a party thrown by a former roommate in the spring. We’d had one date with instantaneous chemistry. But unfortunately, as I was still rebounding from a nasty ex, I put my foot in my mouth and blew it. Even worse, I was so embarrassed I didn’t even have the balls to try to salvage things. So like a total asshole, I ghosted the sexiest woman I’d ever met.

As I studied her onscreen, I thought Sophie looked better than ever. She was alone in the room, sitting at a conference table and poring over curriculum binders. Her full breasts were rendered even more enticing by her low-cut purple sweater. I wished she would stand up, so I could get a good look at how her black skirt hugged her ass. Sophie’s petite, but her powerhouse figure featured sumptuous curves. I was salivating at the sight of her.

I couldn’t help myself. I hit a few buttons and had the camera zoom in on Sophie and pan over her gorgeous features. I took in every detail: her berry-red lips, light blue eyes and fluttery eyelashes. Her hair skimmed her shoulders, and I fixated on a heart-shaped freckle right below her collarbone. I could even see the subtle outline of her bra beneath her soft-looking sweater. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, which were clad in sheer black stockings, and my cock stirred to life.

Lost in lust, I was alternating between my desire to trace my tongue all over her body and the red-hot shame I still felt for being an idiot months ago. Then I had an epiphany: The worst that could happen would be me doing nothing — and that would likely lead to little more than pining away and jacking off. Maybe I could have another chance! It couldn’t hurt to find out.

I slipped out of the security room and took the elevator up to the fifth floor spot where Sophie was working. Just as I arrived, the only other remaining patron left and stepped into the elevator. That meant Sophie and I had the room to ourselves.

I paused before crossing the threshold and knocked on the open door to get her attention.

Startled, Sophie looked up from her notes and asked, “Tom, is that you?”

“Hey,” I said, with a cautious wave and a hopeful smile.

To her credit, Sophie graciously grinned back.

“How are you, Tom?”

“I’m good.” I paused before stepping closer and adding, “I’m embarrassed I dropped the ball after our date.”

She shrugged and told me, “You weren’t exactly the first guy to do something like that.”

“I owe you an apology — an overdue apology,” I said. “I’m sorry. Can we pick up where we left off? I’d like to take you out again, if you’ll give me another chance.”

“Hmm,” Sophie put down her pen and tilted her head. “I’ll think about it.”

Anticipating rejection, I started to back away, but then Sophie stood up.

Apparently, she’d already made her decision!

“You were such an unbearable tease, Tom,” Sophie said, walking around to the front of the table and looking me squarely in the eye. “We had such a great rapport, but it was all words and no action — then you bailed.”

“I know, but I’d like to make it up to you.”

“I’m going to need some assurance you can deliver before I waste makeup on another date.”

I froze, almost unable to believe what I seemed to be hearing.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, Tom. We’re here now.” Sophie tapped her nails on the tabletop. “It’s just you and me…So, what are you going to do?”

I inhaled sharply and turned to pull the door closed and click the lock shut. I exhaled slowly before facing her again and announcing: “I’m going to do what I should have done months ago.”

Sophie grinned as I grabbed her around the waist. She reached for me, and we embraced, fusing our mouths together.

Between kisses, she whispered, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

She loosened my necktie, and in response, I lifted off her sweater and peppered her D-cups with kisses, teasing her nipples through her lacy bra. Perhaps unhappy with the barrier, she unfastened it and tossed it aside. I reached around and unzipped her skirt and saw she wore thigh-high stockings.

She gave me a mischievous smile and turned around to reveal her bare ass framed by black lace.

“Holy shit, you’re wearing them!”

“Yes — these are the backless, crotchless panties we texted about

once upon a time.”

“Did you...did you plan this?”

Sophie wiggled her ass enticingly and gave me a coquettish glance over her shoulder. Now she was the tease.

“It’s possible,” she said, turning back around. “Two things can be true at once: I love wearing naughty panties, and I thought I might run into you while I was here.”

“I love both those truths.” I cupped her ass and pulled her in for another kiss.

Then I felt her fingernails tracing the outline of my bulge through my pants. She pulled back to tease, “You aren’t going to vanish on me again — are you, Tom?”

“No, ma’am,” I said, frantically unbuckling my pants. My engorged dick could have punched through a concrete wall at that point.

Sophie giggled and finished undoing my tie before helping me out of my shirt.

“That’s better,” she whispered, letting her nails glide down my chest and dance above my shaft.

However, I took her hand in mine and moved it away.

“My turn first. I owe you,” I told her.

We kissed again, and then got on the floor. I had her sit reverse cowgirl on my face, so I could admire the lacy frame highlighting her shapely ass.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I mumbled into the soft skin of her derriere before I kissed my way down to her slick folds. I teased her entrance with two fingers and then slipped them inside her, jamming them in and out in time with my flicking tongue on her clit.

Sophie moaned, “Oh yeah! Don’t stop!”

With my free hand, I squeezed her ass. Her pussy left wet streaks all over my face, and her scent made my arousal skyrocket.

If I wasn’t already in heaven probing her pussy, then I definitely died and went there when Sophie leaned forward and swallowed my cock. My breath caught in my throat and grew ragged as the pleasure — and pressure — built.

Sophie sucked and tongued my cockhead while she pumped my shaft. After a few good strokes with her hand, she wrapped her breasts around my staff. Her lips clamped down on the head of my dick while she worked my shaft between her boobs, milking me without mercy.

I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my muscles tensing, but I also knew I wanted to last, so it wasn’t long before I asked her to stop.

“Wait, I want to save my load for your pussy,” I panted. “I want to fuck you until you get off.”

Sophie released me from her mouth, licking a streak of pre-come from her bottom lip.

“Mmm, that sounds good.”

I helped Sophie up and lifted her onto the table, where she wiggled out of those exquisite panties. I teased her clit with my dick before finally sliding inside her. We both moaned in unison, mutually thrilled to finally be hooking up.

As we screwed, Sophie’s legs tightened around my waist. As we banged feverishly on the table, we worked up such a sweat that her limbs slid all around.

“Don’t stop!” Sophie squealed with delight, her tits flopping every which way as my cock repeatedly impaled her.

Wanting to seriously pound her, I propped her legs against my shoulders and jackhammered deep.

“You feel so fucking good!” I groaned.

I tried to make our coupling last by slowing down to kiss her neck and breasts, but we were both too close to climaxing.

She whimpered and sank her nails into my arms as she gasped, “Oh God!”

As her orgasm approached, Sophie’s pussy clenched down on my dick like a vise.

“Oh yeah!” I groaned. “Come for me, Sophie.”

She emitted a deep guttural moan of pure abandonment, and the sound sent me over the edge.

I gasped as I released my hot load deep inside her.

We recovered and got dressed, but don’t worry — I didn’t let her get away again.

Sophie waited for me until I clocked out at the end of my shift. I made sure to “accidentally” erase the footage of our encounter from the main server. But before that, I made a backup copy of it on a flash drive, and gave it to Sophie. It turns out she’s a fan of being on camera, so since then we’ve gone on to make even more incredible archival footage.