Quickie with a BBC in the bathroom

I’ve been working as a courier for a small law firm for three years now. Once a week, on Thursdays, I arrive at a huge office center on the outskirts of the city and hand over a stack of contracts to the purchasing department. Everything is always the same: a pass at reception, an elevator to the fifth floor, a smile to the secretary, and back. A routine I was already tired of. But one day, everything changed.

It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.

I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»

When I got home that evening, I wrote him my first message after getting out of the shower. My heart was pounding like a schoolgirl’s. I hadn’t had a lover in a long time. And I was already missing the thrill of it. Besides, my husband didn’t mind and allowed me to take any liberties. After all, our marriage is built on these sweet liberties.

So I wrote to him:

«Hi. This is Anna, the courier from the law firm. You probably don’t remember, but I come to see you every week. I heard your name today and decided to write. Mind chatting?»

He replied ten minutes later: «Hi, Anna! Of course I remember. You’re always in a black coat and carrying a big folder.»

We texted every day. At first, about work, the weather, how he missed a real American burger. Then I became bolder. I sent photos: first just my reflection in the mirror in a new dress, then in lacy lingerie I’d bought especially for him. «This is for you!» I wrote under one photo. He responded with a voicemail: a low, velvety voice with a slight accent. «Anna, you kill me. You’re so beautiful, I can’t concentrate on work.»

Then I went even further. I told him how I imagined his hands on my body. How I wanted to feel his lips on my neck. He responded in the same vein: «I’d pin you against the wall right here in our office and not let go until you moan my name.» Every message he sent made my thighs clench. We texted each other all night. I masturbated to his voicemails imagining him whispering it in my ear.

Thursday arrived faster than I expected. I put on my most revealing lingerie under my formal business suit: black lace panties and a bra that barely covered my boobs. I also put on high heels. When I walked into the office, my heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid everyone would hear. Then I handed over the contracts, smiled at the secretary, and as soon as I was in the hallway, I pulled out my phone.

«I’m here. The restroom is on the fifth floor, in the far stall. Come in five minutes. I’m waiting.»

And I stood inside the stall, my back pressed against the cold wall. The door was ajar. I heard footsteps a few minutes later. The door opened, and he walked in.

Kevin was even more handsome up close. His eyes were dark and hot sweeping over me. Then he closed the door behind him and immediately pinned me against the wall. His hand rested on my waist, the other on the back of my head.

• Are you serious? – he whispered hoarsely.
• Yes. – I breathed out and reached for his lips.

The kiss was harsh, passionate, and impatient. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I moaned. Kevin’s hands slid under my skirt lifting it to my waist. He abruptly ripped my panties down, and the fabric split. I unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock pulsing beneath my hands. A big, hot black cock.

• Faster! – I whispered wrapping my arm around his BBC and sliding him up and down.

He lifted me by the hips, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He entered me almost completely. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I’d been waiting for this for so long, for his black cock to fill me, and it was incredible.

Kevin began to move and penetrate me deeper. I’ve been waiting for this guickie with a BBC in the bathroom for so long. Each thrust drove me into the wall. The restroom stall shook. I dug my nails into his shoulders burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans.

• Yes… like this… harder! – I begged whispering in his ear.

He fucked me faster. His hands held my ass tightly, and his fingers dug into my skin. I felt everything inside me tighten, my orgasm rapidly approaching. He went particularly deep and paused for a second, then began moving in short, hard thrusts hitting the exact spot that made my vision go dark.

I came first. My body arched, and I bit his shoulder through his shirt to keep from screaming. Waves of pleasure rolled over me one after another. Kevin moaned into my hair and a few seconds later came deep inside me filling me completely. His hips trembled, his whole body pressing into me.

We stood like that for another minute breathing heavily. He slowly lowered me to the floor. My legs were shaking. His cum ran down the inside of my thigh. I quickly took some wet wipes out of my purse, and we both silently cleaned ourselves up. Then he zipped up his pants, and I adjusted my skirt. I had to put my panties in my purse because they were hopelessly ruined.

• That was… so damn hot. – he whispered.
• Next Thursday in the same stall? – I smiled feeling my insides still pulsing.
• I’ll wait for your message. – he chuckled, adjusting his shirt.

I left first. My heart was still pounding. In the elevator, I looked at myself in the mirror: disheveled hair, flushed lips, a satisfied smile. Once a week, I’ll bring contracts here. And now I’ll have another, very pleasant, reason to come back.