Sheila and I have known each other since my first week at the company where we work. She is every man's wet dream: five foot five inches with auburn hair, a fantastic body, and the nicest ass I have ever seen.

Deliverymen would come into the file room just to get a glimpse of Sheila. She wore skintight jeans, micro-minis, and often showed such incredible cleavage that it was hard to keep my mind on business. To top it off, she had the sweetest personality you could imagine. Naturally, she was married and unavailable. A few months after she had her first child, Sheila and I were both putting in some overtime. She'd come into the file room to ask a question.

I answered it and then asked, "How's your new family?""Oh," she said. "Rick and I aren't together anymore."

I was stunned. What kind of idiot would leave this sweet girl? Without thinking, I said, "He must be crazy.

"She looked at me strangely. "Why, Ned?" she asked.

Here was a woman I had fantasized about for the past three years. What could I possibly say to her? "I just don't believe it," I said.

Sheila was standing by my side, and she put a hand on my arm. "You like me," she said.

"I always have, Sheila," I said.

"You know, Ned," she said, "we're the only people here. Everyone else has already gone home."

Then she walked over to the door, shut it, and came back over to me."We're all alone," she said again.I pulled her close, and the feeling of her breasts against my chest made my heart pound and my head reel. But I held back, because I couldn't imagine that my fantasy was about to become a reality, and I wanted to make sure I prolonged the foreplay for as long as possible. My hands touched the small of her back as I breathed in the scent of her perfume. I kissed her almost reluctantly, and in spite of myself felt my cock stiffening against her body.

"Umm," she said softly.

Then she started to undress me, first my tie, then my shirt. She kissed my neck as her fingernails trailed down my arms. Then she sighed long and slow and with her lips began working her way down my torso, kissing my nipples, belly, and hips. When she stood up again, I drew her tongue into my mouth, pushed up against her, and slowly massaged the nape of her neck.

I unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra so I could feel her bare breasts against my chest. My heart was pounding as I pressed my palms against her thighs. She kept making little sounds of pleasure, and for just a moment I forgot about the file room, her husband, and her kid. I ran my fingers lightly around the curve of a hip and her body leaped up in response, as if no one had ever touched her that way before. Her lips were hot against my neck, and I felt a tremendous tingling throughout my body.I began working my way down again, touching her nearly everywhere, sucking her nipples, yet avoiding her pussy.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Oh, yes."

I moved with her, doing my best to tease. I kissed, licked, and bit, then let my fingertips and tongue glide along to the next surprising place, never passing between her thighs, just around them. I could smell her sweet pussy while sucking her nipples and kissing her stomach. I knew she was wet before I pulled off her skirt and stockings. She started to get frantic, pushing against me, trying to get off by rubbing against my leg. With all the heat and wetness between us I felt an incredible surge of electricity.

All sense of foreplay was gone now. She was humping my leg, all hot and wet and slippery. I started kissing her again, and it seemed as if the kissing alone would give her an orgasm. She was pushing against me hard, and crying out for me. Suddenly her back arched in a way that made stalling no longer possible. She clutched my back and ass with frenzied fingers, squeezing like crazy. Even in that frantic state, she looked beautiful and highly erotic.I entered her beautiful cunt, and she threw her legs around me. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly. I slowed down, touching her mouth with my fingertips and looking into her eyes. The sweet fragrance of her sex had filled the room completely by now.

We fell to the floor, and I rolled her over and over across the carpet. She ended up on top, and her cunt was so wet I could feel the flow around my cock, spreading out onto my belly and down my thighs like honey.

"I've waited so long for this," she said.

I started to feel like I was going to come soon. She was so warm and tight and hot. I slowed down and tried to think of something else.

She seemed to know what I was up to, and said, "I want your cock in my mouth."

"Okay, Sheila," I said, "anything you want."

But I couldn't just lie there, and after a few minutes of her tongue-teasing I made her turn around and we got into some heavy sixty-nine action. I tongued her until she came, moaning and groaning, grinding her pussy onto my face while I sucked her clit and tried to keep from blowing my wad in her mouth. I wanted to save it for one last glorious session in that honey hole of hers.

Finally she quieted down and collapsed onto me. We were panting like dogs, and the room seemed steamy and bright.

"Turn over, Sheila," I said. "I've got to give this to you one more time."

She rolled onto her back and I plunged into her again, rocking harder and harder until I came. When I did, stars exploded behind my eyes.

"Oh, fuck me," she cried. "I love it."

I slowed down, not wanting it to end. Finally we stopped and rested. We did it again after a short breather. I can't say it was better than the first time, but it was just as incredible. I still can't believe she did it with me, and I sure hope her divorce comes through for her soon. In the meantime, we will both volunteer for a lot of overtime.

N.T., Florida