I used to work in a university research lab, and my wife I had after-hours sex there several times. There’s nothing more romantic than boinking next to the film developer in the darkroom under the soft, red glow of the safelight. One time we did it on a desk in a shared office…the next day a coworker was eating lunch at that desk and I could clearly make out my wife’s butt-print on the desk, under the co-worker’s food; I nearly busted a gut laughing.
There was a rumor going around that the chief of the division (married with kids) and one of his female grad students was caught doing it rear-entry style at a lab bench. Seemed to me to be the kind of rumor that’s told out of jealousy to undermine a man in power. Until…late one night I caught them going at it in his lab, him sitting on a lab stool and her straddling him and moaning her lungs out. It seemed they were asking to be caught, doing it in plain view and with all the noise they were making. Fearful of what a powerful man like that could do to my future career, should I piss him off, I quickly left and never mentioned it to anyone at work.
My ex-wife was a bartender at a local pub. One night we shut the place down and had sex on the pool table. Proly one of my bigest turn on’s ever! I still go to that pub on occasion and let me tell you, I’ll never look at that table the same again!
That was probably one of the best racks thats ever been on that table!!
Mrs. Furd and I are never here alone, and there aren’t any places to hide when the other guys are here.
We’re all a bunch of heter-sexual males, so that is out. The only females who spend any time around here are the boss’ wife and his dog. The wife shares office space with the boss, and while she is nice she isn’t exactly shag-aliciuos - she’s at least twenty years older and looks closer to forty years older.
Those into beastiality might consider the dog, but she is just a little undergrown dachshund who would probably split lengthwise if you stuffed a real wang in there.
Never at my own work, sadly…
But once a girl I dated took me to her office after hours (she had a key) and we ended up doing it in her boss’s chair. That was fun.
Bartending. After I closed, up the cocktail waitress I was dating and I discussed doing it on the pool table. It was a hot idea but I couldn’t help worrying about stains on the felt. I’m such a sick-in-the-mud. We did have fun but looking back, the pool table was a good idea.
Early evening shift at the big band radio station **in **the air chair between records (yes, LPs, not CDs). I’m pretty sure we put on Benny Goodman’s 1938 Carnegie Hall live version of *‘Sing, Sing, Sing’ *which is somewhere around 15 minutes or so in length.
The twist was, although we were alone in the building, the dj room was glass-walled and faced out onto the street, where anyone walking by, if they’d *just *looked over… might have seen more than they bargained for.
But then again, with the radio board sitting as high as it did, they might or might not’ve noticed us going at it like ferrets on caffeine. Oh, my, my, my… intense doesn’t begin to explain it. Before or since, a one-of-a-kind… um, result. Who knew??
To this day, I smile whenever I hear Goodman played.
When I was in grad school, I had this data entry job at night. It was from 11pm until 7am in this office building. During my shift, our floor was the only business open. I was dating a woman who also worked on my shift (heh) and we would go to one of the bathrooms on one of the empty floors to have sex during our breaks.
We did this a lot, finally got caught and got written up. I had to sign this statement that I had read the office’s policies on appropriate workplace, blah blah blah.
Like I said, I was in grad school, I didn’t give a shit about the job at all, so why not screw on our lunch break? After that, we just went to her car in the parking lot.
