The Quick Lunch Break Affair

It was that dull Wednesday in my office when I found myself craving something different. My partner and I had fallen into a routine, and everything felt stale. During lunch, while everyone else munched quietly at their desks or went out for sandwiches, I slipped into the supply closet with him, our go-to spot for quickies over the past year. This time, as we pressed against each other's bodies, there was an urgency that wasn't there before. The rough friction of his skin against mine, my hand slipping down to cup his balls, fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. He unbuttoned me quickly and I guided him into me, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. We were just two colleagues in a supply closet, but that day it was an intense reminder of why we started this affair in the first place, the thrill of being discovered or caught at any moment made every thrust more frantic, skin slick with sweat and desire.