On The Clock At Last

I was at work in the checkout aisle when my fiancée walked through the door. She gave me a seductive look and pulled out her phone, texting 'Meet me in the stock room for a quickie.' Reluctantly, I scanned the last items on the conveyor belt, then headed backstage. In the dimly lit storeroom, she was waiting with nothing but a bra and panties. We didn't waste time; I grabbed her from behind, thrusting into her until we both came hard against the wall.