A Quick Lapse In Judgment

While working my retail shift last week, I found myself alone in the stockroom with Sarah, my coworker and fiancée. We had planned nothing but she suddenly pressed me against a stack of boxes, our bodies grinding as her hand slipped inside my pants. She stroked me until I was hard, then turned around, bending over another box while I entered her from behind. The rough friction made us both gasp loudly, it was raw and intense, with no pretense or foreplay.