A sharp gasp escaped Janet's mouth, as she felt the excitement and pleasure of the stroke. She could feel the cold air kissing her face, giving a perfect sensation, as a cock rammed into her pussy with an upbeat rhythm. Her hands, holding the edge of the table she was bent over, her head yanked back by a hand, tugging now and then on her perfectly tied ponytail. Her back, forming an arch, trying to assist the soft yet firm cock reach her insides, her belly touching the cold surface of the table, her breasts, dangling in the air, almost allowing the nipples to tease the cold surface of the table. There she was, a foot on the ground, a knee on a chair, bent over a table and head in the air, watching the wall in front of her meet the ceiling. Her hands were stretched out to balance her weird yet satisfying posture, while her naked body was jolting forward in a constant rhythm.
This was Janet, fucking her colleague Raymond, in her workspace.
She turned her head back, looking at Raymond's face. He seemed to be enjoying this more than her. Standing tall behind her, with his right hand firmly holding her ponytail and his left hand around her waist, he had locked her into a perfect position. Thrust after thrust, both Janet and Raymond started getting louder. Janet closed her eyes, focusing only on the sensations emerging from her pussy. A small moan, getting out of her slightly parted lips, turned Raymond on even more. His rhythm started rising, and it caused Janet to moan louder. It all fell into a loop. Raymond tilted his head down, looking at the mild ripples on Janet's butt caused by the sheer force of his thrust. Closing his eyes, he went for it.
The room was filled with sharp swats of two bodies colliding with each other. This was the moment where they were shut out of everything. They were just two people, living in a world of ecstasy. They had no care of their surroundings now, as Raymond picked up the pace. Both of them had reached a world far from their home planet, where all that mattered was a moan, a grunt, and an invasion of a warm pussy by a firm cock. But soon, it started falling apart as both of them had a rising rush inside them, with an approaching orgasm. A wave of pleasure hit them as they both came at the same time, Raymond collapsing on Janet, ultimately squeezing her on the table. Raymond was out of breath, and so was Janet. Everything felt sloppy as they realised they had created a mess with their bodily fluids, emerging on the floor. They were both returning to the world of normal people. Everything started coming back to them, the distant voices, the chilled air in the room, and the moonlight invading the dark room from the window, highlighting the mess they had made on the floor. After catching their breath, both of them got up, gazing at each other. Janet smiled as Raymond placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Don't worry about the mess. I'll have it cleaned."
Raymond did not reply. He just smiled. Looking intently in her eyes, he said,
"See you tomorrow?"
This was Janet's turn to smile. Locking her eyes with his, she replied,
"I don't know. Guess you'll have to find out yourself..."
Raymond could not wipe the smile off his face. Instead, it got even wider. He held her hands in his own, leaned in, and planted a deep passionate kiss on her lips. With that, he peeled his hand from hers, and left.
It was late and Raymond started rushing. Nodding at the guard, he walked out of the building. He was quite happy he had a home close to the office, allowing him to walk his way every day. On his way home, he went into a grocery store to pick up something frozen that he could eat at his home. He usually cooked, but being late and hungry did not agree with the idea of cooking. He picked up a frozen pizza and went to check out.
"Hi there, Mr. Williams!"
Raymond smiled at the familiar voice.
"Hey Cassie, how are you doing?"
