Illicit Affairs

A loud moan rang through the air, the sound echoing in the large, nearly empty warehouse.

"Yes, baby! Oh my god, you fuck me so goo- ahh! Ahh!"

Melanie let out a silent scream as she pulled at Ryan's thick black hair, her back arching up off the smooth metal desktop she was laying on. Her legs shook around Ryan's waist from the force of her orgasm, her body drooping back down and her arms falling listless beside her once he had finished thrusting.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound for a moment before Ryan leaned forward to kiss Melanie's temple, nuzzling a bit against the side of her face before straightening once more, pulling his semi flaccid cock out of her dripping pussy.

"So... when do I get to do this at your place?" Ryan's lopsided grin made him look unaffected, calm. He hooked his thumbs through his belt loops and pulled his jeans up over the tanned skin of his hips, fastening the button and pulling up the zipper in sure, deft movements. His bright blue eyes remained locked on Melanie as she slipped off the desk, her left hand flat against his chest to push him back so she had room to right her clothing.

Melanie glared at Ryan and remained silent while she smoothed out the skirt of her white dress, taking extra care to be sure none of it had gotten wet during their activities. Once she was satisfied she leaned down and grabbed her white thong, stepping quickly into the thin material.

"We have been over this, Ryan. You can't."

She snatched up one red heel, then the other, hastily yanking them into place. As soon as she had finished she scooped up her purse and stomped away, heading for the exit, Ryan right on her heels.

"Stupid men." She grumbled, brows furrowing together. "Didn't even let me enjoy the glow. Who does that?! I just wanted a little relief." He red hair fanned out behind her as she stormed out, the light breeze playing with the silky locks.

"Melanie. Melanie, please!" Ryan scrambled after her, his hands fumbling in his waist band to quickly tuck in his blue button up. He reached forward and grabbed her arm, gently turning her to face him.

"What?! You knew what this was, Ryan!" She growled as she slapped away his hand.

Ryan frowned at her and drug a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew, alright. Melanie was married. He was just a fill in for when her husband was busy working. He clenched his fists at his sides before reaching for her hand once more.

"It was just a joke, I'm sorry. Come back in the warehouse. We can fit another quickie in before you're missed."

Melanie shook him off once more while shaking her head. "I've got to go. I will meet you here tomorrow?"

"Sure." He called out to her retreating back.

He stood and watched her make her way down the sidewalk before getting into her car and speeding off. He was so screwed.