I'm posting this primarily to get it off my chest since I cannot think of who to tell. It was a one time thing not long ago. I work in a large hotel in a law office off their lobby. The firm also has the hotel as a client, handling liability claims. many that are false.

Their larger lounge is located in the basement of the building and I often go there in the mid-afternoon to have a Virgin Mary with celery as a pick-up. I am not into alcohol and, Franco, the bartender knows how I like it and hoe much to spice it up for me. One day, Karla, a new cocktail waitress came in. She rarely smiled and her face was not all that feminine but her body clearly revealed that she was a woman. We spoke few words to each other as she was all business. She had natural blonde hair cut down like a drill sergeant but her ass was something to behold.

For ten months I watched her fanny as she walked away and we traded long glances, often catching each other, staring. One afternoon it had just rained, a real downpour, and the bar was dark and quiet. I saw Karla standing by the exit door by the exit door next to the bank of elevators. She stared, then walked out the exit door, leaving it momentarily open then moving on. I had guessed correctly, following her out of the exit and into the stairs almost never used. Karla was breathing hard and said, "Look, I'm taking a big risk here, Franco knows my husband, so let's get into our business quick and get it over with."

Karla reached and unzipped my pants fast. My cock was so hard it hurt and she said, "Ooohh, that's a nice size, handling it momentarily. She put one of her legs onto the stair railing allowing me access and we started the first of hundreds of similar quickies in the stairwell. We could hide it only so much and one day while I was alone with Franco he said, "You are one lucky fucker." Karla had taken a course with Betty Dodson in using the snatch while fucking. I could feel her clutching my cock with her pussy at times while I drove it in and pulled it out. Ir made me delirious.

After doing it with her for a few months it was all I could think about and I wanted more. I dreamed of a long weekend of wall to wall, non-stop banging with Karla. Then I thought of just how we could be together. Those thoughts came just before a final day when she hiked up her little black skirt and said, This has to be the last one." Hearing that, I almost lost my erection but, sure enough, Oscar would not be denied and as we fucked that final time Karla explained that thoughts of me were now intruding into her life and that she did not want to divorce her husband.

The end was jarring and emotionally painful but there it was and along with my one and only such experience. I had to stop my mid-afternoon Virgin Mary breaks and never went back.