You’re a little surprised to find me in your office. A pleasant surprise I hope. Hearing you enter, I take my eyes off of the view of the city out of your window, and let them settle on you. You close the door behind you as I step towards you and put my hands round your waist.
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you remark with a smile, returning the embrace.
“I know.” I reply, grinning. “But I needed a break from work.” You know what kind of break I mean. I lean in and kiss your lips. I know what I want. I knew before I got here. I want it even more now I’m seeing you, I’m undressing you with my mind already. My hands start to wander over your body, wanting to feel your skin under your blouse. You let out a soft sigh, reacting to my touch as I start to kiss down your neckline and my hands wander down to feel your curves through your tight skirt.
Desire starts to burn through us both, forgetting where we are, our minds letting go of reason. My kisses reach your shoulder where your blouse collar starts and you tilt your head back and sigh as I press my lips against you. Your skin is so smooth and kissable in my mouth. I feel your fingers running up and down my back, digging in through my shirt. The scent of your perfume and my aftershave mix in the air between us, intoxicating us both. I gently push you back against the door and you let me bite your neck for a moment, then push me away as you recompose yourself, hearing people milling about outside and remembering where we are.
“Stop it, we can’t here!” you protest under your breath. I take your hands and look at you.
“Oh, but we really can.” I say, smiling devilishly, and you know I won’t leave until I’ve done what I want to do to you.
I take your hands and lead you around your desk, which faces the door, walking you to your chair.
“What are you doing?” you protest.
“Sit down.” I demand. I pull out your chair from your desk and you sit, confused as to what my intentions are. I kiss you again, wrapping my arms around your shoulders. “Just stay there.” I whisper in your ear. “And let me pleasure you.” I start to kneel down in front of you and you gasp when you realise what I want to do.
“No! You can’t, what if someone comes in...” I ignore you and your hands as they try to pull me up, and pull the chair towards the desk. I want this too much to let you stop me and you know it. I’m knelt in the dark now, sitting between your legs with you on the edge of your seat immediately in front of me. If anyone were to come in now, they’d only see you behind your desk, oblivious to me and anything I might be doing to you.
I start at your ankles, gently stroking you through your tights. You lean forward and reach into the darkness under the desk for me, finding my shoulders.
“You’re going to get me into a lot of trouble.” you whisper, but your heart’s not in it. I can tell a part of you wants to break the rules, to let me continue. I ignore you and move my hands higher, reaching your knees, reaching where your skirt starts. I can feel myself pushing against the inside of my boxers, warm, wanting you... but I keep myself under control. Where’s the fun in rushing this? I kiss your knee and begin to pull your skirt up towards your waist and, to my delight, I find out that these are stockings, not tights. I lick my lips and smile. Easier this way. Your hands are idly trying to stop me pulling your skirt up but there’s no fight in them. You fear the embarrassment of being discovered, but I know you have a naughty side, and I’m going to take advantage of it.
I push your skirt up the rest of the way to your waist, exposing your thighs and your knickers. I take in the view through the darkness, the curve of your hips, the shape of your crotch through your knickers, the shiny satin tightly hugging your cunt. I’m trying hard to resist stroking and squeezing and kissing everything in front of me and I can feel my cock pulsing in my boxers, rock hard. You draw in your breath, nervous that you can’t see me and anticipating my next move. I’ve pulled your chair too close to the desk for you to look under. I do nothing for the moment, patiently holding your knees apart, stopping you from trying to close your legs. You shiver. You’re all too aware of my lustful eyes down below, feeling exposed. And any moment your boss could walk in with more paperwork for you. You hear voices and footsteps walking around outside your door, your colleagues going about their everyday business. Your legs shiver in tension. They have no idea what you’re up to...
I catch your attention as I start to move my hands up your legs, squeezing your thighs through your stockings. Your legs tremble a little at my touch and you sit up a little straighter. I can hear your breathing now, like me you’re breathing loudly through your nostrils, mouth clamped tightly shut... My hands reach the top of your stockings and stop, gently stroking your smooth skin, feeling the curve of your inner thighs. You hear someone walk right past your door, you even see the shadow of their feet under the crack. It’s too much. You reach down to pull me up
“Stop it. Stop it please, I don’t want to get caught...“ Your whispered words go unheard as I start kissing your inner thighs. You can feel my lips smiling as they kiss, leaving little wet imprints behind. The heat is starting to rise within you, you have to undo a couple of buttons on your blouse. I can tell, I can feel the warmth radiating from between your legs. I’m really enjoying making you flustered. You shut your eyes, and try to keep your lips pursed as mine move further and further up, occasionally stopping to lick or change leg. I’m really taking my time, sometimes moving further from your knickers to tease you. My hands come to squeeze your outer thighs as I continue kissing, stroking up and down between your knickers and your stockings. It’s starting to feel quite hot in here now, the airs feeling stuffy from our arousal. It’s a sunny day and your office window is closed. But I won’t let you get up to open it now.
My hands reach under and around your legs, holding you firmly... You shift uncomfortably, your previous hesitation forgotten, wanting me to hurry up, wanting me to reach the right spot...
I plant one gentle kiss right between your legs. A taster for what’s to come. I feel your hand on my shoulders squeeze me a little in response and I can feel the wetness coming through your knickers onto my lips. I love it. I wait a moment, then kiss you again through the soft satin, pressing my lips hard against you. My hands pull your legs further apart and I kiss you up and down, taunting you with sensations almost but not quite their full potential... You’re holding your breath, occasionally trembling and gently sighing at my touch, running your fingers through my hair.
I lose my patience. I need to taste you. I kiss you one last time, and reach over the top of your knickers and pull them down. Showing resistance no more, you momentarily get up to help me, holding the edge of the desk in anticipation. I pull your knickers over your feet, wrap my hands round your thighs again to pull them apart, and move my head forward, so close to you, so close you can feel my breath on your wetness. Seeing your swollen cunt in such a state of arousal makes it difficult for me to hold back. But I hold there, squeezing your thighs, waiting for it to be too much for you to bear. Your hands moves down to stroke my neck.
” you whisper.
I smile, lick my lips and pull your legs a little further apart. And then I start to really work you up.
You start to gasp uncontrollably as my tongue and your clit make contact, arching your back and gripping the desk tightly. You’re under my control. And so wet, my saliva mixing with your juices now. I run my tongue up and down your swollen lips, then back up to your clit. As soon as I find it, you instinctively grab my hair, losing control, and whimper, running your fingers through my hair. We’ve barely noticed how hot it has become in here now. You undo another button on your blouse, revealing your chest and cleavage, flushed red. I can tell you’re struggling to stay quiet. I feel between your legs, running a finger along your slit. You’re so hot and wet, it turns me on so much. I have to touch myself.
Without stopping what I’m doing to you, I undo my fly with one hand and slip my cock out through my boxers. It’s so hard, wanting you. I close my hand around myself and start stroking, making sure you can feel what I’m doing from my arm brushing against your leg. You suppress another moan as you realise I’m touching myself, one of your hands hand on my head, the other holding the desk for support. God I want you, I want to take you right here. Your thighs are shaking uncontrollably now, brushing the sides of my head. You must be getting close. I respond by swirling my tongue faster and moaning into you, the vibrations coursing through your core. You’re on the edge now. You have to fight really hard to stop yourself going over, wanting this moment to last, back arched and facing the ceiling, your eyes tight shut in concentration.
“Yes! Yes ohh god!”
you gasp. You’re almost there... With extreme willpower I stop touching myself and stroke your lips with my fingers. I’m just about to push two of them inside you when suddenly a knock on the door brings us both back to reality.
Time slows down. Our hearts skip a beat.
“Miss?” You hear a co-worker from outside calling. You panic. Thankfully I’ve stopped lapping at you so you can compose yourself. Who is it? What if they find out about us? You do up your blouse hurriedly, just in time before the door opens. You’re still all too aware of your wet naked cunt under the desk, and the feeling of my breath between your legs.
Your co-worker, a young man dressed smartly enters. You don’t know each other too well – he’s just the office errand boy - and he barely glances at you, obviously busy and wishing he were somewhere else, but now the door’s open and you hear the regular noise from the workplace, people chatting and the occasional person walking past. You try to look normal, although you’re feeling very tense. The boy drops a stack of papers on your desk.
“HR wants you to look at these applications.” He turns to leave without waiting for a response. You sigh in relief, but then I get a naughty urge. I push my tongue hard into your clit, and you can feel that I’m smiling cheekily as I do so. You shudder, mouth clamped shut, and knock your hand against a box holding pens and pencils, spilling them over your desk. The man turns around at the noise and looks you in the eye. “Oh fuck.”
“Miss, are you alright?” he asks, looking puzzled. I stop, but hold my lips against your clit, teasing you.
“Yes!” you respond, a little too loud. You start to pick up the stationary scattered over your desk. “Yes, thankyou, I’m fine...” you say. He looks you up and down.
“You look a little flushed.” He shrugs and continues towards the door. He reaches the door and, thank god, closes it behind him.
You reach down and grab my collar, pulling me out from under the desk.
“You bastard!” You shout. “You have no idea how close that was! I ca-“ then gasp, and giggle when you realise I haven’t put my cock away. You decide I’m looking much too pleased with myself and grab it, squeezing me a little tighter than is comfortable and making me jump.
“Ow! Alright, sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” I respond, putting myself away and kissing you. You let me for a moment then pull away. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” you say, daringly. It doesn’t take long for ideas start to form in my mind, and I can’t help grinning mischievously. “Meet me in the toilets in a moment. If we go together it’ll look suspicious.” You smile back. I can make it up to you however you like in there...
I leave your office, returning to the bustling workplace and passing several of your smartly dressed colleagues in the corridor. I hurry past under bated breath, luckily passing none who recognise me, having to stoop to partially disguise the obvious bulge in my pants. Finally, I reach the restroom. It’s plain, unassuming door can hide whatever exotic activities we’ll be undertaking shortly. It’s unisex, with a toilet, shower and a sink cut into a light marble cabinet, the room stylish in design and being a little larger than it needs to be, but your company is notorious for taking good care of its employees, or at least the ones as high up as you.
I wait impatiently for you, deciding whether to take my clothes off now or let you tear them off as I remove yours. I decide on the safe option to avoid surprising an unfortunate stranger.
A couple of minutes later I hear a knock on the door and I open it, careful to pretend I’m just leaving. It’s you. I check no one is looking, then grab you by the waist and pull you in. We’re alone now, uninhibited. We look each other up and down, knowing we have each other to ourselves for a while. The door locks shut with a click, and you’re mine.
Suddenly we’re all over each other. Kissing fiercely. Hands wandering. Breathing heavily. I push you back towards the sink, pressing you against it. I want you to feel me. You frantically pull my shirt up, untucking it, and start to undo my buttons. I help you and shed my shirt. You break the kiss and stroke my chest, squeezing and pressing hard. I love feeling your hands on me. But I can’t wait any longer.
I squeeze your waist and lift you onto the edge of the sink, and roll your skirt up. I gasp as I see that you didn’t put your knickers back on after leaving your office. You smile and rub your thighs against my waist gently.
“You said you’d make up for earlier, but you haven’t even taken your clothes off for me” You tease. I don’t hesitate, stepping out of my shoes and pulling off my trousers and socks as fast as I can. You watch me do this in amusement, sitting on the edge of the sink, kicking off your office shoes. Your eyes wander over my body as I step towards you again, now only wearing my boxers, my cock visibly bulging outward.
I embrace you and my teeth find your neck. I bite you gently, and breathe into your ear, sending waves of pleasure through you. I kiss down your neck, reach your shoulder, and continue moving downwards, unbuttoning your blouse as I move.
.” You snarl. I don’t need telling twice. Your blouse comes off, falling off your shoulders into the sink and I undo your bra. As I pull it off your shoulders and I see your breasts, animalistic urges in my mind overcome rational thought; I just have to feel them, lick them, suck them. They feel so fucking good. I gently bite one nipple while squeezing the other between my fingers, and you groan in approval, running your fingers through my hair.
I move my mouth down your body, kissing down your sides. When I reach the top of your skirt I start to kneel down, intending to finish what I’d started. You grab my shoulder. “No.” You state. You pull me back up and close, looking into my eyes, and gasp as I feel your feet pulling my boxers down from my sides. My cock sticks out as it is released, aiming right for you. The sink is the perfect height. I smile as you speak the words I want to hear... “Fuck me.”
Spurred on by your naked lust, I move forward, my hands on your hips, until my cock is brushing your wetness. I hold it there for a moment, looking into your eyes. You look back, hungrily, as if to say “Do it”.
I reach under your thighs, raising them and pulling them further apart and you hold onto my shoulders for balance. You close your eyes and let out a long breath as I begin to enter you. Inch by inch. I push into you, feeling your swollen lips parting around me, squeezing me, and moving down the length of my cock as I grind into you. You’re so wet, I love the feeling. We look into each others eyes, our warm bodies pressed tightly against each other. My whole length is inside you now, throbbing with arousal.
I start to thrust, slowly first, speeding up. Fuck. I never thought it would be this good. Fucking you on the sink. I push you back until you’re leaning on the mirror behind you, and take your nipple into my mouth again. You hold your breath to keep from making too much noise.
Your thighs squeeze round my waist. I feel your bum, kiss your breasts. Oh god. I grind into you, my pelvic bone rubbing against your clit, teasing you. My hands reach round your back and you feel my biceps, tense and dotted with perspiration, as I thrust into you. Ohhh baby. My cock slides over the wet velvet walls of your cunt, filling you, each time bringing us closer. Your thighs are trembling around me and you’re looking so flustered. I need to cum with you. But not like this.
I pull out from you, making you gasp. Before you have a chance to speak, I pull you off the sink and spin you round, bending you over it. You’re met with your stunned reflection in the mirror, with me right behind you. I quickly pull your legs apart and push my cock back inside you, taking you from behind.
You cry out as I enter you, your cunt squeezing me tightly. Yes. This is so good. I can feel the curve of your butt against my waist while being able to see your face in ecstasy. You’re moaning quite audibly now, I hope these walls are thick. Although I don’t really care, I just want to fuck you. Fuck you until we come together. You can see the lust in my eyes as I take you through the mirror. I’m so close, I can feel myself reaching the edge. I need you to cum with me, to make you scream my name.
I reach down and pull your knee up onto the sink, making you gasp at the new angle I’m penetrating you. Fuck its good. I reach around your waist and find your clit, circling it with my finger, pressing into you. Your cunt reacts immediately, squeezing my cock like crazy, and your body rocks to my motions. My finger moves frantically over your clit, and I fuck you faster. My cock is pulsing uncontrollably inside you. Our muscles are so tense, as we go over the edge. I can’t stop myself now. I grunt your name.
“Ohh I’m cumming... Baby I’m cumming
” I blurt out.
“Me too, baby do it, I want to feel you cum inside me... Ohhhh”
I cum hard, spurting hot fluid into you, and waves of hot pleasure through me. I slam my cock into you the last few times, rubbing your clit like crazy. The feeling of me cumming sets you off, making you squeal and buckle over the sink, your legs giving way to the pleasure now sparking through your body. I hold you up, my torso collapsing onto your back as your tight cunt milks the last of me. I thrust into you, slowly, and gently rub your clit until you finishing riding out your orgasm.
I kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear “Thanks for the break.”
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