David noticed her the first day he arrived. Mature, accomplished, strong personality, certainly attractive and sexy, and from his perspective, definitely not your everyday woman. He had known women over the years who had similar qualities, but Joanne was one of the few who encompassed them all. Although it was a relatively small company, their paths didn’t cross all that often, and David was content to leave it at that; a pleasant distraction on the rare occasions they had business, or an interesting thought when he had the opportunity to admire her legs as she walked by.

Whether she noticed his passing interest, he didn’t know. He was accustomed to that, though, accustomed to women meeting him, making their assessment, and usually dismissing him as nothing more than another empty suit to deal with. That thought always brought him a certain pleasure. David new that most people stopped looking once they hit that cool exterior that he knew he projected. It wasn’t intentional, not like he had constructed that persona in order to intimidate or discourage people, it really was how he approached work. Work was what you did so that you could afford to do those things you really enjoyed. He enjoyed his work, but it didn’t define who he was. Besides, knew that his work persona worked strongly in his favor from a professional perspective; potential rivals often felt uneasy or threatened in his presence.

It started out simple, as most things do. Neither understood it at the beginning. Perhaps they didn’t even notice it. Circumstances changed, and David and Joanne found their paths crossing more often; a meeting here, passing in the hall there, a touch to pass a pen or memo. In time, David began to take a more active interest. He had always found her intriguing, but, from a practical standpoint, out of reach. Here was the one point his self-confidence wavered; it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Joanne was incredibly sexy, and he instinctively knew that she was one of those women who thoroughly enjoyed her sexiness and sensuality. From his experience, that meant her suitors were many, and his chances nonexistent.

That all changed on a Thursday afternoon. To be precise, it was at 2:40 on a Thursday afternoon. David picked up a stack of files and headed for the file room, an out-of-the-way part the building that you only visited if you had to. As he walked into the room, he heard it immediately. He stopped, held his breath, and strained to hear it again. Finally, there it was again; the quick, rapid intakes of breath that he had heard many times before. Without even going in to venture a look, he knew sound of a woman approaching the brink of orgasm. He heard the unseen woman begin to moan softly, her breath quickening even more. He knew he should leave, that he was probably unknowingly eavesdropping on the fruits of an office romance, but he felt rooted to that spot. His own breath grew deeper and heavier and he felt himself growing hard as he heard her breathing stop for just a minute, and he knew that she had reached her destination.

He continued standing there in the doorway, fully hard now, his eyes closed as he remembered the women he had watched and helped reach orgasm. How he loved that look of sweet agony that crossed their faces as the waves of pleasure washed over them. He felt a familiar throbbing in his pants, and longed for someone to touch it; help him reach his own point of release. A rustling sound followed by footsteps broke him from his reverie, and he quickly backed out of the room, using the files to hide his obvious erection. He knew that he should simply return to his office and come back later, but uncharacteristically, his curiosity took over. Standing just outside the file room door, he cleared his throat loudly, gave a loud “Hello” to an imaginary coworker, and then mentally counted to 20 to give the couple time to arrange themselves.

The files were still clasped firmly in front of him, his raging hardon hadn’t relented, as he strode purposefully into the file room. There was only one way in or out, so he knew that there was no avoiding him. He could hear someone in one of the back rows of files; he didn’t hear words, just the sound of someone moving around. David began to question his decision not to return to his office. Maybe the couple hadn’t heard him. While he was admittedly curious, he didn’t want to embarrass them and perhaps compli***e things by ***ching them unawares. Reaching a quick decision, he began making more noise than needed to move files around, hoping that they would hear. He was quickly rewarded when he heard the familiar click of a woman’s heels against the tile floor, moving down the main aisle toward the row where he stood. He looked up just in time to see Joanne passing by, a wistful, perhaps embarrassed look on her face as she glanced his way, spoke softly, and kept walking. In that split second as she passed, he again registered how great her legs looked, and thought that someone was very fortunate to have been allowed beneath that skirt. Although it didn’t seem possible, those two thoughts combined to make him even harder. Thankfully, she had only glanced down the aisle and didn’t have time to notice the small tent that had been pitched in the front of his pants.

Recovering from the pleasure of seeing her and knowing that just moments before he had listened to her cum, he waited to see who the lucky guy was. One minute went by, then two. Five minutes later, David was through filing and surmised that whoever was back there was waiting for him to leave. Now that he knew that it was Joanne, he had to know who had been back there bringing her such pleasure in such a dull place. As he was still fully erect, he grabbed an empty file folder to hide himself, and strolled down the aisle towards the back of the room as if he as searching for the correct row of files. He passed one empty aisle after another, and his breath quickened as he arrived at the last aisle. He slowly turned the corner, anxious to see who was there, and was floored to find the aisle empty.

Joanne kept her head down, looking at the floor as she walked quickly back to her office. Her legs still quivered slightly, and she could feel the wetness between her thighs. Thank God David hadn’t walked in on the middle of things. She knew what she had done was stupid and dangerous, but she had needed it so badly. All the women’s magazines said that by this point in life, her sex drive should be diminishing, but if anything, hers seemed to be growing. She had quit wearing panties over a year ago because they stayed soaked all the time. She laughed to herself as she realized she was like a horny little teenage nymph all over again. At that age, it had been so easy; all the boys were basically erections with legs, so when she wanted it, it was available. Plus, there was so much time in college. Time between classes, after parties, on the weekends, time for sex whenever she felt the need.

Now, as a 40-something woman, time went by like a blur. Plus, attractive, willing men were much harder to find. Joanne worked hard at staying in shape and knew she looked better than most women half her age. She knew she could go out to the bars or clubs and pick up younger men, and that pretty much any one of them would jump at the chance to bed her. Although that thought didn’t have a certain appeal, she knew the reality was different. She’d tried it a few years before, and unless sex that consisted of some young guy sweating and humping as hard as he could for five minutes until he was done was your idea of good sex, it wasn’t worth the waste of precious time. She’d had her share of lovers around her own age, and while many were absolutely amazing lovers, for most of them, all she could think was “Thank goodness for Viagra.”

She’d first visited the file room for something other than filing three months before. It didn’t take long to learn that the room was almost deserted in the late afternoons, and that the tile floor made a great “early warning” system if someone came in. It was there, in the last row, that she’d lean back against the rows of files, hike her skirt to her waist, spread her legs slightly, and then lick the tip of her fingers before slipping them between the moist lips of her pussy. She was practiced, so it usually only took a few minutes for her to bring herself to orgasm. She’d tried to use the women’s bathroom for the same purpose, but even with the stall door closed and latched, there were too many distractions; too many women yakking and carrying on. So the file room became the place Joanne masturbated at least two or three times a week, and in three months, she’d never even come close to being caught. Until today, that is.

After the shock of discovering that no one else was in the file room, David returned quickly to his office, the file folder still clamped over his lingering erection. “How did he get past me?” David wondered to himself as he walked into his office and closed the door. David continued to puzzle at how the escape was accomplished as his hand absently stroked his hardness through his pants. As his hand ran up and down the hard shaft, he realized that he was going to have to provide himself some relief. His mind temporarily off of the disappearing man in the file room, he got up and quietly locked his door. After checking to make sure his blinds were securely closed, he quietly unzipped his pants under his desk and slid his hard cock out through the opening. Although he’d only done this in the office once before, he kept a box of tissues in his bottom drawer just in case.

David closed his eyes, his mind painting a picture of Joanne standing in front of him, one hand holding up her skirt, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking him as her eyes were locked on his, watching his face as she drove him towards orgasm. “Take me now,” she whispered, her hand pulling his hardness towards her, her legs spreading more. He pressed against her, and as he imagined the head of his cock pushing through the hot, wet lips of her pussy, his cock exploded in his hand, his cum gushing into the waiting tissues. In that moment of release, his mind cleared and he realized why he hadn’t found anyone else in the file room. Joanne had been pleasuring herself, just as he was now.

LOL I knew a Joann. She spelled her name JoAnn with no e. Best sex I ever had. When she would cum just doing the missionary for a few minutes, these veins would swell up in her boobs. Pretty wild.

I do that too, but it depends on who I'm with