Pearl was looking for the stairs, but got a lift instead.
A few months back I was in the china and glassware section of a well-known department store when I opened a door onto what I thought were stairs to the next floor. I’d stepped through before I realised I was actually in a storeroom filled with expensive crystal items. I knew I should leave immediately but I couldn’t resist taking hold of a pretty bowl.
As I was looking at it, a male voice suddenly came from behind me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?” I was so startled that I dropped the bowl and it smashed into pieces on the tiled floor. The voice belonged to one of the store’s employees and we both stared at the fragments in disbelief.
“Now look what you’ve made me do,” I said to him, trying to pass the buck. For a moment the guy was speechless, and then he said, “Me? I work here – you shouldn’t even be in here.”
We stood glaring at each other but he started checking out my body – I was wearing a very tight sweater, a short skirt and knee-high boots. I checked him out too and thought he wasn’t bad looking. He was quite brawny, but the blue overalls he was wearing did him no favours.
In the middle of this he suddenly grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth and hissed, “Sh!” I was suddenly fearful and, caught off-guard, I could hardly breath as he dragged me towards him and backed up against the door, pushing it shut. Then I heard the sound of voices outside, and realised he was just trying to save his skin about the broken bowl, hiding us and the shards from passers-by.
In the position we were in, I became really conscious of his breath on my face and the heat of his body pressed to mine. He then slid his hand from my mouth, to under my chin, lifting my face to his. And that’s when he kissed me. I didn’t object and I figured this was because I didn’t want to get in trouble from anyone outside either, but my body told another story. It was so erotic kissing a stranger and, at the close proximity we were at, I was in no doubt of his arousal. I felt wicked and reached between us, rubbing my fingers along an impressively thick bulge underneath his rough work clothes. He gasped quietly, conscious of the voices outside still.
Then he reached his own hand below the hem of my skirt, pushing under my lacy panties and slipping between the swollen lips of my wet c**t. He rubbed me so skilfully I thought I was going to faint as I swiftly shuddered to a silent orgasm.
His bulging cock leapt up against my fingers in eager anticipation, so I unbuttoned his fly, gasping as his prick sprang into my hand, hot and hard. From his back pocket he produced a rubber, which he quickly rolled on before turning us so my back was against a wall. Pausing only to hitch my skirt up and push my knickers aside, he thrust hard into me, my legs wrapped around his waist.
As he kept thrusting, I quietly came again but he relentlessly continued until I was on the verge of exploding once more.
The voices outside grew nearer. We could hear them clearly through the door, but his cock was still stiff inside of me and I responding by squeezed my muscles hard around it. He continued thrusting and we soon came to a mutual and very satisfying climax, albeit in total silence.
Afterwards we quickly dressed in case we were yet discovered, but the people outside finally moved on. That’s when, without a word, I left, leaving him to sort out the mess.
