Caught with my Pants Down - MyErotica.com

EROTICA | CO-WORKERS | PUBLIC SEX

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this?” I ask.

I know that laugh. It’s like music, which makes sense since it belongs to Arya. I thought this convention was going to be boring as hell, but now, I think it just got interesting.

I move toward her to make sure. Yep, it’s Arya. As I step closer, she turns to me. I see the moment she notices me. Her eyes widen. Her lips curve up in a smile.

“Jonah?”

My smile grows because she remembers me. We worked together for almost two years, but it’s been almost that long since I’ve seen her.

I always had a thing for her. I even asked her out once, but she said she didn’t mix business with pleasure. We may still be in the same field, but we no longer work together. Now it’s time to find out if she was being honest when she turned me down.

“Hey, how are you, Arya?”

“I’m good.”

With a small smile, she introduces me to the people she’s chatting with. I nod and make small talk, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes off Arya. She’s just as gorgeous as she was two years ago. She fills out a tailored business jacket in all the right ways. Her skirt is just long enough to be decent.

When she invites me to sit with her in the workshop, I follow her without a second thought to the guys from my office who are also attending the convention.

The chairs are scrunched together. Normally I’d complain, but as I’m pressed against Arya from hip to knee, I’m grateful the place is so crowded.

Every shift of her body has her leg rubbing against mine. I move my notepad to cover my dick as it perks up because I’m not willing to move away.

Every now and then, I look over at Arya. She still chews on the end of her pen and I still find it sexy because it draws all my attention to her soft, full lips. When she catches me looking, she smiles and leans closer to whisper in my ear.

“Bored already?”

Previously, I would have thought up an excuse on the fly, but she doesn’t work with me anymore, so I tell her the truth. “Maybe I just find you more interesting. I’ve always loved watching you slide a pen between your lips.”

Her brows raise and those lips quirk up. “Maybe I like you watching my mouth.”

I press my leg harder against hers. I lean in a little closer and lower my voice even further. “I’ve always wondered what your mouth would feel like. What it would taste like.”

Her tongue peeks out and slides along her plump lower lip. I groan quietly, which makes her chuckle.

“How long are you going to torture me?” I whisper.

Something flashes in her eyes. I would almost swear it’s an invitation, but that has to be my hopeful dick, right?

Then Arya gets up from her seat. She crouches a little as she moves past the three or four people between us and the aisle. Then she’s gone. I sit there like an idiot for about five seconds, then I follow her, keeping my notepad in front of my crotch so I don’t give anyone an eyeful. Is this really going to happen?

I hurry out of the ballroom and ease the door shut behind me. When I turn, Arya is in the empty hallway, waiting for me.

“Are we playing hooky?” I ask.

“I can’t afford to miss all the workshops, but I can miss one.”

The convention center is a fifteen-minute walk from my hotel and likely hers as well. Even if we open an app and get a car, it would probably take us almost the same amount of time and the workshops are only an hour long.

“That doesn’t leave a lot of time,” I say.

With a smirk, Arya pulls me away from the workshop. She leads me down a few halls to a place that’s pretty far away and in a deserted area. She lets go of my hand and sticks her head into the ladies’ restroom. Then she tugs me inside.

Even though part of me knows this is a bad idea, I can’t seem to turn back. I glance around, a little jealous of how nice the women’s restroom is. There’s even a small couch in the outer room with a large lighted mirror.

I let Arya lead me to the biggest stall. The doors are made of wood slats that won’t block out any noise, but at least no one will see us because the walls of each stall are actual walls and the door fits from floor to ceiling. As soon as she clicks the lock in place, Arya turns and presses her mouth to mine.

She tastes like coffee and caramel. I step forward again and again until I have her against the wall. My hands slide up her smooth thighs, lifting her skirt as I go. When I finally zero in on the wet patch on her panties, we both moan.

I press my thumb to her hard clit, circling over and over. I swallow her moans and press my thumb harder against her.

Her grip on my biceps tightens. She moves up onto her toes and spreads her legs, giving me more room. I move my free hand to her tits, then pull at her nipples through her shirt. Her hips jerk forward when I do. I smile against her lips at this newfound knowledge. I’m going to get my mouth on her nipples sooner or later.

I pluck and pinch the tips of her breasts, tugging and pulling until her body stiffens, then shudders on a long moan. She pulls back, panting, and looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this?” I ask.

She smiles. “How many?”

“I’m too embarrassed to name a number, but at least every single day we worked in the same office together.”

With a secret little smile, she squats down low, putting her face directly in front of the tent in my pants.

“Was this what you pictured?” she asks.

Fuck.

I groan as she reaches for my belt buckle. She has it and my pants undone in just a few seconds. She pushes my pants and boxers down my thighs until my cock springs free, hard and throbbing.

I want her mouth wrapped around me so badly. My dick agrees. It bobs as if trying to wave her closer. When Arya wraps her hand around my length and squeezes, I groan.

“Shh,” she hisses.

But then she leans forward and gives my slit a little kitten lick. I have to lean over her, press a hand to the wall and lock my knees in place. As soon as her lips surround my crown, my hips jerk forward. Luckily, she still has a hand around my base, so I don’t fully gag her.

She chuckles. As the vibrations move up my shaft and settle in my balls, I shudder. She bobs her head a few times, leaving me panting above her.

“If you want me to come like this, keep going,” I say. “But if you want me to fuck you, you should stop.”

Arya doesn’t stop. Instead, she hums. She must have noticed what her voice did to me before. I cup the back of her head and gently thrust forward, not wanting to be too rough.

Then I look down and see the dare in her eyes. I thrust a little harder and a little harder still. Her only response is to moan, which draws my balls up and sends heat up my spine, warning me how close I am.

My sensitive tip hits her throat and she gags. I open my mouth to groan as my cock expands against her tongue. That’s when someone opens the outer door. A few women walk in, talking about something. I try to clench my ass cheeks to hold back, but it’s too late.

My dick jerks and spurts in Ayra’s mouth. She gags again, which is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I open my mouth, but luckily only suck in much needed air. My head falls back, every single muscle in my body clenching as the last few jets shoot from my tip.

When I finally come back to myself, I realize the bathroom is once again quiet. Did those women leave? I look down at Arya, who’s still sucking on my tip with mirth dancing in her eyes.

My body jolts with each pass of her tongue, each suction of her mouth. I open my mouth to speak when someone says, “Are you okay in there, hon?”

Arya makes some sort of choking sound as she tries to tame her laughter. Finally, she clears her throat.

“Just had something stuck in my throat,” she says.