I had been chatting up this woman at work for ages and slowly I was breaking down her inhibitions and getting her ready for a night of passion.  Her husband was the biggest hurdle, but he was often away on business.  I had just come off a week of nights and had also attended a daytime meeting.  I felt exhausted and I must have dozed off at my desk.

I was woken by a hand stroking up my leg towards my cock.  As my eyes opened I couldn't see who owned the hand as it was pretty dark.   I must have been asleep for ages.  The hands were now opening my trousers and belt and I helped by easing my arse up off my chair.  The trousers were soon around my ankles.  My cock was quickly pulled out my boxers and enveloped in a warm mouth.  The head was bobbing up and down and taking a little more with each bob.  Then she stopped with my cock almost fully in her mouth.  Her tongue crept out of her mouth and licked my balls.  This woman had serious skills.

Then the tongue was gone and she was bobbing again.   I couldn't help moaning at the pleasures she was giving me.  Then she stopped and removed her mouth from my cock.  She was then struggling to get my boxers over my erection and down, even with me lifting my arse.   As soon as they had followed my trousers around my ankles, my cock was sucked back deep into her mouth.  I was groaning again and enjoying her skillful mouth.

She suddenly stopped again and turned and lifting her skirt, then she sat down on my cock, allowing it to penetrate deeply into her pussy.  She rode me for a few minutes and between the oral stimulation, and the tight pussy now stroking my cock, I blew my load groaning loudly as I did.

She stood and pulled her skirt back down and walked slowly from my room to the ladies.  I see the light that was on in the ladies flood the hall and then disappear again.  I was pulling up my boxers and trousers when the light flooded the hall again and then disappear a second time.  I hopes she was coming back for round two, but I heard her shoes clip clop down the corridor in the opposite directions.  The direction to the carpark and the stairs down to the street.

Having finished dressing myself I followed hoping to see her car still in the carpark.  When I got to my car I couldn't see her car which she normally parked two or three bays along from mine.  I rushed to the upper level.  There was just two cars left in both carparks and neither belonged to a female.  I walked back to my car and drove home.

I lay in bed trying to remember what had happened and trying to convince myself that it had actually happened and was real.   The evidence was before me.  There was lipstick on my boxers and on my cock.  It was a bright red colour and obviously waterproof and when I went to the bathroom to wash it off, it took some effort to remove.  Plus when I did my washing it never did come out of my boxers.

The next day I made hints to the woman I was chatting up and suggested that she could stay late with me.  She was quick in saying that her husband was home all this week and I would just have to play on my own as she would be home early to be with him.  I was now left wondering who the hell sucked and fucked me if she had rushed home to hubby.  Now I had a real problem.   If I challenged her about sucking and riding me and it wasn't her I would have blown my chances with her.  If on the other hand if it was her she would probably be looking for compliments at her performance.

I decided that I would keep quiet about it and pretend to fall asleep again in a few days time.  I spent the day pretending to be exhausted and then pretended to fall asleep.   Nothing happened that night.   Then it was two months later and I still hadn't manager to get in her panties.  I again had just finished some night shifts and dozed off at my desk. 

Pretty much the same thing happened again.  I was treated to a great blow job and another ride.   This time she had a paper tissue ready and wiped herself after I had come in her and the she straightened her dress, threw the tissue in my waste bin and walked away.  Again as soon as I had my boxers and trousers replaced I again rushed to the parking area.  This time only my car was in the whole parking area.

I rushed to the security room and rewound the tape to see who had left.  There wasn't any cars leaving in the time frame that I checked so I switched to the main door to see four cleaners leaving together.  The only conclusion was that it was one of the cleaners that had sucked and fucked me.  The next night I stayed late enough for the cleaners to arrive on my floor.  The cleaner eventually came into my room.  She was probably the wrong side of fifty and pretty fat, unlike the woman that had sucked and fucked me.   I asked who had cleaned my floor and particularly my room the previous night.  After asking was there something wrong and I assured her there wasn't anything wrong, she insisted that it was just her that cleaned my room.

I knew it wasn't her that had fucked me.  Besides she wasn't wearing lipstick and I now had two pairs of boxers with lipstick on them.  She wouldn't have put some on just to suck my cock.  I pretended to sleep on several more occasions but nothing ever happened.   In fact it never happened again.   I even waited one evening for all four cleaners to leave and none of them wore lipstick or looked like the build of the woman the had been sucked and fucked me.   

The lady who's panties I was trying to get into had gone with one of the other women in the office to the movies the evening of second time it happened, so I knew knew for sure that it wasn't her.   Sadly she moved with her husband to another office so I never did have my way with her, and my mystery lover never struck again.