COSMOPOLITAN · 121in the staff room
Sherise* got more than a soggy sandwich from her spontaneous lunch date at work
MY
BEST SEX
EVER WAS...
When I was at university, I
spent the holidays working in
a small, family-owned art and
craft shop in my hometown.
I was often the only member of staff- I’d open up, serve behind the till,
clean, and lock up again at night. My
boss would pop in occasionally, but
I never knew when that would be.
It was late August, a couple of weeks
before the start of term. The shop was
deadly quiet and I was bored but
I couldn’t leave, so I sent a text to
Andy,* a guy who worked in the
shop next door, asking if we could
hang out on our lunch break.
Andy and I had exchanged flurries
of flirty messages that summer, yet
nothing had ever happened. When
he walked in smiling, holding two
coffees and lunch, I felt an ache in
my lower body and the hairs on
my arms stood up. He looked good - really good. His dark hair was
tousled and his shoulders and arms
looked muscular under his T-shirt.
He was a bit rough around the edges
and I couldn’t hide how much
I fancied him. There was a crackling
electricity between us.
We sat behind the till, sipping
coffee and eating sandwiches,
chatting and laughing. He sat close to
me and held my gaze. Then he leant
in and kissed me. We kept kissing,
our bodies edging closer together,
our breathing getting heavier. His
hand found my thigh, sliding under
my skirt. “Wait,” I said quickly, “not
here.” I stood up and locked the till,
but left the shop’s door open.
I led Andy to the tiny staff room.
It was essentially a small
cubicle without a lock or
proper walls that stretched
all the way to the ceiling,
making it feel quite open.
He closed the door and
looked around the cramped
space. “Really?” he asked.
“In here?”
I grinned. “Why not?”
I grabbed a condom from
my purse as Andy took off
his T-shirt, revealing his taut chest. He
drew me in and kissed me – hard. He
unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his
boxers and put on the condom. Then
he picked me up and held me against
the shaking door, lifting up my skirt
and sliding my knickers to one side.
I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as
he moved inside me, but I bit my lip,
telling myself I had to keep quiet.I knew how risky it was – my boss or
a customer could walk in – but the
idea that we could get caught at any
moment made it even more exciting.
Then Andy carried me a few steps
to the staff-room table and, with
one hand, brushed everything off it.
I turned around and bent over the
table, and he was inside me again,
thrusting fast, his hands clutching
either side of my waist. The
angle meant I could touch
myself, and it wasn’t long
until I was close. I couldn’t
help but let out a moan, so
he leaned forward to cover
my mouth with his hand.
He whispered in my ear
that he was going to come
and, moments later, so did I.
Andy got dressed while
I smoothed down my skirt
and rearranged the books we had
knocked off the table. We left the
room as if nothing had happened.
That was my last summer working
in the shop and, while Andy and
I exchanged a few more flirty
texts, we never hooked up again.
We were lucky we weren’t caught,
but it was still the most thrilling
lunch break I’ve ever had.“Lifting my
skirt, he slid
my knickers
to one side”PHOTOGRAPH GETTY IMAGES. *NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED
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