See if Jeanie the receptionist is down for a quickie

It was sort of an open secret that the locked supply closet in the back of the building had only one key and only one purpose. Jeanie the receptionist had that key, and she used it exclusively for quickies on her breaks. No one really knows why, but she has been doing it two or three times a day regularly for the past three years and you're pretty sure well over half of the men at the office have made a visit to Jeanie's supply closet at least once. It's difficult to know just how many though because Jeanie's number one rule is discretion. Every encounter with her begins with the words "What happens in the supply closet stays in the supply closet." For Jeanie, those words are sacred. If she catches anyone blabbing, she keeps the supply closet locked for a week and permanently denies that person access. Ron from marketing found that out the hard way. It serves the bastard right.

The system she uses is pretty straightforward. Whenever she's about to go on break, she places a green paperclip on the corner of her desk. If someone wants a quickie, they simply palm the paperclip and go wait for her in the break room by the supply closet. Within five minutes she'll unlock the closet for them. Not a word is spoken before entering or after leaving the closet. Everything is neat and discreet, just the way she likes it. This suits you perfectly since the last thing you need is for it to get back to Suzy that you like to stop by Jeanie's supply closet at least once a week. In your defense though, it always helps you clear your head whenever you're feeling distracted at work, and Rosie definitely left you feeling distracted. You decide that a trip to the supply closet is just what you need, assuming Jeanie is available.

You casually make your way towards the reception desk. Damn! no paperclip. Oh well. Just as you turn to leave, you hear Jeanie clear her throat. Looking back over your shoulder, you see her inconspicuously drop a green paperclip on the corner of her desk as she reaches for a throat losenge. Her eyes shift in your direction for just a moment and she gives you the briefest of winks. Disappointment gives way to a tiny thrill inside you as you make your way past her desk, give some flat generic greeting without making eye contact, and palm the paperclip. You pass several rows of desks, mostly empty on account of it being close to noon, as you walk to the back break room like you have countless times before. After about a minute and a half you see Jeanie strolling down the hallway. Her curly light brown hair bounces on her shoulders with every step. In her mid thirties and with a body that is just barely on the thicker side of average, she looks like any other unassuming office worker keeping their head down and minding their own business. Leaving the break room, you brush past her and clandestinely slip the paperclip into her hand. Taking a sip from the nearby drinking fountain, your pulse jumps slightly as the faint click of Jeanie's key turning in the lock reaches your ears. No matter how many times you do this, that click always sends a small thrill of anticipation through your body. Glancing sideways down the hallway to make sure it's clear, you wipe the drops of water from your mouth and follow her inside as she flicks on the light and closes the door behind you.

As Jeanie flips the catch of the lock, she flashes you a familiar smile and recites almost mechanically, "What happens in the supply closet..."

"...stays in the supply closet," you say with her, completing the verbal contract. Satisfied with your pledge of discretion, she leans over the single folding chair standing in the middle of the closet.

"You got lucky today. I was about to leave early. My husband is coming by to pick me up in a few minutes to go to the airport. This weekend is our anniversary, and he has this romantic trip planned for us," she says over her shoulder as she grips the back of the chair and climbs onto it in a kneeling position.

"That sounds fantastic. Happy anniversary," you respond as you unbuckle your belt and unfasten your slacks. By the time you have your dick out, she has already hiked up her skirt above her waist and slid her panties to the side. Placing your hands on her plump ass, you move into position behind her and slide the entire length of your shaft into her slippery pussy. She responds only with a voiceless gasp as you see her head dip down and feel her body push back against you. It never ceases to amaze you how wet her pussy always is from the very beginning. From what you can tell, she doesn't ever use lube. Sometimes she's still slick with cum from the last quickie, but most of the time it's her own natural juices.

Sliding your hands around to her waist, you grip the edges of her skirt so you can thrust into her more forcefully. She responds by tightening her pelvic muscles. The squeezing sensation combined with your thrusts feels like she's milking you. Biting down on your lip, you stifle a moan.

"mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm, yes, keep going," she says quietly almost as if she is speaking to a customer on the phone. "Keep going, don't stop, almost there, almost..."

Her body quivers and her pelvic muscles clamp down tightly on your cock. You push yourself in as deeply as you can go and feel yourself cross over the edge. Bodies frozen in place, you open your mouth in silent ecstasy as Jeanie's cunt milks you dry. She lets out a long, satisfied breath.

"okay, that's all, thank you so much," she says quietly as you slip out of her and watch your cum pool around her pink fleshy folds and nearly drizzle down her thighs. Before that can happen, she slides her panties back in place and steps down from the chair. You tuck your penis back into your pants and fasten your slacks and belt while she straightens her skirt. Turning to you, she smiles as her flushed cheeks return to their usual color.

"Thanks. I needed that today. I absolutely hate flying."

Before you can respond, she unlocks and opens the door. Following her rules of discretion to the letter, you step out of the supply closet and walk away without saying another word or looking back.

As you round the corner, you see Rosie looking much more relaxed than earlier this morning.

"Hey Dave, thanks again for going over those notes with me this morning. I'm feeling much better about this presentation now," she says cheerfully. her cheeks look a little pinker than they had been earlier.

"I'm glad to hear it. Say, I'm about to go out for lunch. Would you care to join me?"

"Sure, I would love to join you for lunch," she responds enthusiastically.

"Great. Grab your jacket. Let's go."

She grabs her purse, leaves her jacket, and quips, "I don't need it. The cold never bothered me anyway."