[wherearemyclothes]

Having sex in a lunchbreak, in the office, can be fun, intense, hot. That feeling you can get caught, seen, exposed. When I fucked one of the cleaners he removed me skirt, then my panties, and to tell the truth when I am hot I don't really give things a lot of thought. In cold I am shy, even prudish. But it was exciting, benig there in the office seminude and getting layed. Until just before finishing we heard a noise, and I was pushed backwards over the table and fell with a thud to the floor. I rubbed my bum which had most of the fall as I lay breathless and heard Jack the cleaner run and slam the door. I got up quickly to get dressed and scanned the floor for my clothes my hands ready to grab and get dressed at the speed of light. But I couldn't seem them. What was supposed to be a quick search turned into a longer one, and ended up with me on all fours looking under the desks. I was very nervous now, my heart pounding in my throat. My tight shirt didn't even reach my butt, * oh please oh please oh please* I kept chanting as I looked, waiting for that relief that I would feel when I had my skirt and pants in my hands. I could here the noises of people returning from their lunch break. I scrambled up and went to my desk and sat my bare arse on the chair, feeling the cool leather on my hot skin as I pushed myself as close as possible, even in a painful way, towards the table. I gripped on as the door opened and in came my boss. He smiled and went to his computer. I was sweating now. Everything seemed normal, to an outsider, but to me it was just hell on earth. I keep thinking what to do, and just cant find an answer. I am worrying so much I don't make out my boss speaking to me. Quite crossly now he shouts “Get me the Turner files”. On shit!!!

To be continued.