Mistaken Identity

This is a true story.
My wife worked in retail at a popular outlet. I did some Ad-Hoc driving work for them so had access to Staff areas and used to pop in sometimes to have lunch with my wife.
I had been asked to pop in at sometime that week to arrange some driving duties for the following week. I went in one afternoon and decided while I was there I would have lunch with the missus.
I was told she was working down in the stock rooms so signed in and made my way down. My first encounter was 18 year old Sandra. She was sitting on a footstall in the corridor facing me with her back against some large sealed boxes. She was on the internal phone making notes on a clip board placed on her raised knees, completely unaware I had clear view of her knickers.
I slowly walked towards her taking looks under her skirt then at her face. She was pretty, but looked a bit rough around the edges. Her short black hair scruffily put up in a tatty old hair band and her uniform old, creased and showing signs of repairs here and there. I got closer taking a look under her skirt again as I approached, there was her camel toe, outlined in her knickers and produced a twitch in my pants and a grin on my face.
I got naughty thoughts wondering what her pussy would taste like and what she would be like to fuck. She looked up and smiled innocently, showing she wore braces on her teeth. That gave me thoughts of wonder what it would feel like having her mouth wrapped around my cock. I stopped just in front of her, my cock now starting to bulge. I made no attempt to hide it.
Sandra stared at my tent as she spoke on the phone and her eyes met mine, she had a little grin on her face. I made it obvious I was looking under her skirt and she blushed straight away when she realised where I was looking.
She ended the call and embarrassed said 'Sorry.' 'Nothing to be sorry for' I told her, and said I was looking for Ellen.
Sandra told me Ellen was in the annex so made my way to it. It was accessed by a coded door system and I let myself in. The room itself was oddly shaped, there was a corridor ahead that led to a small office with various sections on the left and right containing old and new tills. To the right another short corridor that led to the main storage area to the left. The lighting was dim at the best of times so it was semi dark. There were various clothes rails and boxes formed on both sides leaving a small walkway that led to the far wall.
As I went down, I could see her, she was standing on a footstool leaning into a recess in the wall and pulling out several items.
I hid behind a clothes rail, there she was leaning into the recess, her pony tailed ginger hair bobbing around as she flicked it away. Her legs were apart and her skirt had risen up enough to see the tops of her single black stockings and caused my cock to get even harder, she looked very vulnerable as I quickly hatched a plan.
At the appointed time, I crept out from my hiding place, stepped up onto the footstool and at the same time, pushed her skirt up, pushed my tent between her legs getting a direct hit and asked if she wanted a quickie.
I knew it wasn't Ellen a second before she shoved back causing me to step back onto the floor. She shouted, 'What you playing at you dirty bastard' as she turned swiping a fist harmlessly into thin air.
She looked at me, her face red with anger. It was Louise, a 23 year old, not the best of lookers with her unattractive thick rimmed glasses that did her no favours.
Her shouting must have been heard a mile away and at any minute, I expected armed police and security to come bursting through the door to save this innocent, shy, easily embarrassed girl from her would be horny rapist.
I stuttered my apologises lamely, my cock now in sulky mood and I could feel my own embarrassment as I explained that I thought she was Ellen.
She wasn't she confirmed, starting to calm down and seeing the funny side. I felt a little better as she accepted my apologises informing me Ellen had gone in the van with a couple of others to pick up something from another store.
'You were right there' she told me for no apparent reason. I apologised again as she started to rub herself with a hand telling me I had got her stirred up.
Her hand movements started a reaction in my pants. She smiled stepping down and standing close to me still frigging herself through her skirt asked what I would have done, if she had known it was me and she had answered yes to a quickie.
Louise never talked about boyfriends or things like that, not like the others did, she kept her life private so I was surprised and shocked, I always assumed she didn't like men, but she was in fact married as I would find out shortly. My cock quickly made another tent in my trousers as I considered an answer. I managed a very lame 'What do you think'.
Louise increased her hand movements and flicking her eyes at me and grabbing my tent squeezing it told me she thought I would be a naughty boy and fuck her.
Both her comments and squeezing of my cock made it harder, I answered that yes I would be a naughty boy if she was a naughty girl.
'Good, cos I am,' she told me and stepped backwards onto the footstool, then hopped up onto the recess and sat on the ledge. She smiled, 'Your wife says you're a good licker'. She pulled her skirt up exposing her underwear and spread her thighs. It was obvious what she wanted, and I was going to oblige.
My cock throbbed even harder as I eagerly went over to her. She pulled the gusset away with one hand exposing her fury pussy in all it's glory. She smelt good and tasted even better, my god I gave her pussy a good beating with my fingers, sucked on her lips and clit and teased her clit with thumb fingers and tongue. She buried her face into a small pillow to drown out her moans of enjoyment, her body twitched and shook as she strained to keep her thighs apart as she experienced her climax. I continued my mouth and finger actions enjoying myself giving this girl pleasure and brought her on again. Her legs shook violently this time as her pussy juices flowed like a river.
She grabbed my head telling me she'd had enough. I retreated immediately watching her as she recovered from her ordeal. I extracted my now throbbing cock looking at her wet dripping pussy. Louise remained where she was, she saw me holding my cock and mouthed, 'yes'.
I moved forwards her as she sat forward and grabbed my tool, one handed she pulled the gusset to one side again and guided my cock onto her pussy lips, 'Go easy, you're a lot bigger than my hubby.'
Sod that, I pushed into the wetness causing her to grunt, she was so wet she got all eight inches straight away. I gave her hard but steady strokes and grabbed her knickers pulling them wider giving me a better view of her mound.
It was never going to last long, and that urge rapidly reared it's ugly head, I wasn't concerned as that feeling started. I suddenly remember it was Louise and not my Ellen. Oh shit, I pull out squirting cum over her mound, over her lips and may have even spurted some inside her. She sits up grabbing my cock and jerks the remainder out. She inspects her pussy, 'You naughty boy'. She stands up straight refitting her knickers and rubbing the mess around with them. She smiled, 'Thank you'. She turned and reached into the recess and pulled something out.
I quickly exited, made my way to the toilets to clean myself up and met my Ellen as I came out.

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