Caught Red-Handed At Work

I was standing at the counter, trying not to look at him across the aisle. We were both working late and he had that intense look in his eyes, we knew what we wanted. Suddenly, my hand slipped under the cash register and I felt him through his pants, hard against me. He grabbed me too, our bodies pressing together behind closed doors as we hurried into a back room. There was no time to stop once we started, fingers inside me instantly, then him thrusting deep, both of us desperate for release in that moment.