The Storage Closet His Perspective

This is a derivative work of

The Storage Closet

and I have obtained the author's permission.

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She thought I had no idea. We often exchanged pleasantries over coffee. She thought I have no inkling of what's going on in her head. But the truth is, I knew. I knew exactly what was going on in her head.

Because I'd been watching her too. Studying her. Fantasizing about her.

I knew that when she leans back in her chair and stretches her arms overhead, pushing out her chest, that it's not an accident. She wanted me to look. Wanted me to notice how her breasts strain against the fabric of her dress. I knew that when she caught my eye and smiled, it was not just a friendly smile. There was a promise in that smile. An invitation.

So I'd been thinking about her too. Wondering what it would be like to slide my hands under that dress, to feel the softness of her skin, the hardness of her nipples against my hands. To trail my fingers down her body, over her hips, between her legs. To feel how wet she could become for me.

I wondered if I could make her squirt. I'd been thinking about her. In the shower, in bed, at my desk when she was not looking. I'd imagined what it would be like to have her naked body pressed against mine, to hear her moans and gasps of pleasure in my ear. To feel her hands on me, exploring, claiming. Her lips on all of me. When I said "Morning, how are you?" to her or "How was your weekend?" to her, I could have said "I touched myself last night, thinking about using you."

And I knew all the places at work where we could "fraternize." The storage room, the copy room, even the stairwell. I'd thought about bending her over a desk, pushing up her skirt, taking her from behind while she tries not to cry out too loudly at work.

I couldn't believe my luck. I went to the storage room, and there she was, perched up on that chair, her skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. I let my eyes roam over her body, inspecting every delicious curve. When she turned to face me, I was struck by how beautiful she was up there. She apologizes that she's in my way, saying she'll get out of my way soon. I kind of chuckle, "Well, it's okay. I kind of like the view." Her breasts straining against the fabric of that dress, her lips parted slightly in surprise, her body twisted as she looks over her shoulder at me. I felt a surge of arousal course through me as I reached up to touch her leg.

Her skin was smooth and soft beneath my fingertips as I stroked my way up her thigh. I could see the goosebumps rising in the wake of my touch. She let out a small gasp as my fingers inched higher, the hem of her skirt lifting with them. I smiled up at her, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed pink. "Is this okay?" I said with a smile.

I was glad I was so bold. She responded positively, "Yeah, this is... this is great." I stroked her thigh a little bit, teasing her. "God, your hands on my legs feel incredible." When I finally cupped her mound through the thin fabric of her panties, she let out a shuddering moan. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, her arousal dampening the cotton. Slowly I slid a finger beneath the flimsy barrier, purring as I encountered her slick folds. She was drenched, her arousal coating my fingers.

That coating symbolized the power I have over her. The way she looked at me when I was touching her. She's putty in my hands. I loved it. I can't deny it. Seeing her there on the chair, clinging to the shelf for dear life because her legs were shaking, so desperate for me she's willing to fall, so needy for me she could topple. I swiped my finger across her clit again and she moaned. I was tempted to make her come standing on that chair, but I made a joke about her falling off and she giggled, then whimpered when I took my finger away. "Well, we better make sure you don't get hurt." I told her to get down and to sit on the chair. She did it immediately. Could I tell her to do anything and she would follow?

After she sat down, I knelt in front of her. I took off her underpants, and I slowly spread her legs and buried my face between them. My tongue took over where my fingers left off, running up and down her lips, dipping into her slit. She moans, she writhes as my tongue worked her into a frenzy. Her taste, her smell, her pleasure, all mine to command and control. And I loved every minute of it. I pulled her hips forward so I could get a better angle. She cried out, her hands flying to grip my hair as I latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Her wetness flooded my mouth as I lapped at her greedily, my tongue plunging inside. Her legs began to tremble and I could feel her getting close. I redoubled my efforts, my fingers joining my tongue to stretch and fill her. I curled it, hitting that spongy ridge over and over again, my nose bumping her mound with each thrust. Her hips bucked wildly against my face, her juices gushing down my chin. She whispered, "You're gonna make me come on your tongue, aren't you?" and I added another finger, enjoying her body clenching around my two fingers. She was moaning uncontrollably now, lost in the sensations. I could tell she was right on the edge, so close.

But I enjoyed edging her, so just as she was about to come, I pulled my mouth away, pulled my fingers away. I stood up, and I pulled her and pushed her against the storage closet's small wall. I unzipped my pants. My hands slid up her legs to push her skirt out of the way. Her nails dug into her shoulders as I thrust her into from behind, and she was so tight, so wet around me. With my arms pinning her against the wall, and my cock hitting that spot deep inside of her, I could feel her orgasm approaching, and it made me harder. I wanted to make her come, to make her come so hard that she forgets herself. I was pounding into her with all my strength, giving it all I had. To make her mine. To make her addicted to my cock like I'm addicted to using her body. She will crave me every day of her life. She will think about this moment when she touches herself. I kept her on the edge, and I rubbed her clit with my hand while fucking her from behind.

Anybody who walked by could have heard how loud we were being.

She came hard, squeezing my cock and making me explode inside her. It was an intense orgasm. After I pulled out, I slapped her ass before leaving the storage closet, leaving her ruined and satisfied. I went back to my desk, trying to act like nothing happened. But when she caught my eye, holding a file from the storage closet and giving me that look, I knew we had a secret. And I couldn't wait to make her mine again.