Once upon a few years ago, I was in my mid-20s and very new to kink. As a burgeoning submissive, it was really challenging to find men who genuinely wanted to enjoy a mutual power exchange with me — versus guys who mistake being a creep for being dominant. But these days I’ve been fortunate enough to connect with some great fellow players at local munches and workshops, which is how I met Gerald.

He’s almost 20 years older than me, with dark hair and a lean, muscular build. I’m five-foot-three with a proudly pear-shaped figure, big booty and C-cup tits with very sensitive nipples, which he lavishes with attention! We work in the same building downtown on different floors, so I’d seen him around, but we finally connected at a munch.

Our arrangement is especially unique. Having busy professional careers, neither Gerald nor I have enough hours in our lives for a conventional dating schedule. As a result, our encounters involve making the most of whatever stolen blocks of time we can carve out. That also sometimes means getting it on in a place where we literally can’t waste any time — because there’s a serious risk of getting caught! For us, those episodes are as much about the adrenaline rush as the acts themselves. Also, knowing he could ping my phone and demand that I be spread, wet and ready for him at a moment’s notice keeps my clit constantly on edge.

For instance, last Monday I had just sat down at my desk with my lunch when a text message arrived, specifying a floor and office number. Having acquired a set of master keys from an ex-janitor, Gerald had access to our entire building. Salad be damned! I immediately felt my juices flowing as I headed to the elevator. I met my man in an empty conference room, where he bent me over the table without so much as a hello.

“I love how your ass looks in that skirt,” Gerald said, right before he delivered a firm slap to my rear.

The sting of his hand made me exhale sharply, but I also savored the burst of pleasurable pain. He delivered another open-handed swat, which was just hard enough to make me whimper longingly.

Next, Gerald pulled my skirt up, exposing my sheer pantyhose and the tiny black thong beneath.

“These stockings look great on you, but they’re really inconvenient,” Gerald griped as he smoothed his hands over the nylon.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked as I glanced at him over my shoulder. He responded with another slap, and I gasped as the momentary sting ricocheted through me.

“I’m going to do us both a favor,” Gerald added. He leaned forward, turned my head and kissed me on the lips. Then I heard the distinctive sound of ripping nylon. He tore my pantyhose open along the back middle seam, exposing my bottom and soaked thong.

“That’s better,” he said, before administering another firm slap.

“Please,” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I squirmed against the table. “I need you so badly.”

“Well, how can I say no when you beg so sweetly?” Gerald kissed me again and added, “There’s a meeting in this room in 15 minutes. Let’s see if you can hurry up and come for me.”

I heard the rasp of his zipper opening. Then he yanked my thong aside and jammed his cock into my soaking cunt, making my knees buckle.

“I’ll do my best,” I gasped.

Gerald clutched my hips and started pumping his dick in and out of my pussy.

“Rub your clit. Get yourself off, while I use you,” he ordered.

I obeyed and desperately tried to muffle my mounting moans. I knew we had to be discreet, but I was having difficulty concealing my rising pleasure.

His cock’s impressive girth strained my pussy muscles, and I squeezed him extra tight. He responded by fucking me with more intensity and speed. I continued to toy with my clit, and minutes felt like hours as I rode the waves of our animalistic lust. Our usual litany of dirty talk fell by the wayside as a symphony of guttural moans and ragged breaths took its place.

I felt the orgasmic rush building within me, and I surrendered to the sensations. Gerald quickly pulled out of me and demanded I finish him off with my mouth. I did, and I swallowed his creamy load just as I heard the elevator bell dinging and voices coming up the hallway.

We met up again three days later.

We were both working late, and he texted me to offer a ride home. When I got in the car, he handed me a lavishly wrapped box.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked before tearing open the metallic gift wrap.

“I don’t need an occasion to spoil my girl.”

Inside the box were several beautiful pieces of lingerie, including a pair of crotchless pantyhose in my favorite shade, a crotchless black mesh body stocking, and a gartered black nylon slip.

My body tingled in electric anticipation of wearing those beautiful things — and what we’d do when I did.

“Thank you so much, Gerald. They’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“You’re welcome. Tomorrow, wear the pantyhose and no panties. I want you to be ready for me,” he instructed.

Feeling my cheeks flush, I nodded as he continued.

“You won’t know where or when until I tell you.”

“Understood,” I said, breathless with anticipation. I already felt myself growing impossibly turned on by his kinky plan. I squeezed my thighs together tightly, as if that would prevent the ticking time bomb within me from exploding prematurely.

As I dressed for work the next morning and was checking out my reflection in the mirror, my eyes honed in on the trimmed triangle adorning my mound. I delighted in the way the sheer crotchless nylons framed my pussy and the curves of my ass. I wanted to touch myself so badly! But I knew the release I’d have later that day with Gerald’s full permission would be glorious, so I restrained myself and finished dressing.

At the office, I was beyond restless. I was on tenterhooks as I awaited Gerald’s command. After my third cup of coffee, I resorted to pacing so I’d stop looking at my phone. Every time I went to the ladies’ room, I was tempted to get myself off. But I managed to resist.

At 3 p.m. my phone finally buzzed. It was a two-word text message from Gerald: “Elevator 2A.”

I took off down the hallway, making a beeline for the appointed elevator. I hit the call button and tried to compose myself. The doors opened with a ding, and there he was — standing in the car along with four other people. Our eyes met, but I played it cool. Pretending it was business as usual, I simply got into the elevator and stood next to him. One by one, the other riders got off at their respective floors. Then it was just the two of us heading down when Gerald hit the stop button and the alarm buzzed.

“What about the cameras?” I asked in a panic.

“They don’t work in this one.” He pointed at the dead device, and then looked at me. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded as my heart pounded and my pussy dripped.

We embraced, kissing ravenously as he pushed me against the elevator wall and hiked up my skirt to paw at my easily accessible pussy. I whimpered as he stroked my clit and slit, discovering the wetness that had been building up all day.

With the elevator alarm still chiming, Gerald unzipped and jammed his cock into my cunt. I held on to the support railing with one hand while he, well, railed me. It wasn’t the easiest position to maintain, but he was still able to deeply penetrate me.

Like I said before, we definitely both got off on the taboo nature of our risky trysts. Knowing some maintenance guy might override the controls and open the doors — or something else could happen — just made us both hornier. My nails dug into his shoulder as I clutched him with my free hand and moaned loudly. I half-wondered if my lustful noises would carry up the elevator shaft! All the while, Gerald maintained his momentum, fucking me and supporting me with the stamina of a professional athlete.

In short order, his face contorted with pleasure, and he pumped me so full of cream, his load dripped down my thighs. As he shot his last spurt, I came as well — and not a moment too soon! The elevator automatically switched back on, and we started moving again. He hurriedly zipped up, and I straightened my skirt. The doors opened on the 21st floor, and others got on. It was hard not to smile, thinking of our filthy secret and how the elevator must’ve smelled of sex and sweat.

Gerald innocently asked, “Carpool at five?”

I nodded and said, “Meet you there.”