I’m alone in this office, working through my thoughts on a whiteboard, back to the door. Quietly, your arms wrap around me, hands covering my breasts, and you roughly pull me back against you. My hips rock back against you and I hear your voice, low in my ear.
“You like that, don’t you? Are you wet, knowing I’m this close, that I could touch you anytime?”
My hand sneaks back to find your hip, sliding along the denim of your jeans to find the ridge of your cock. A firm stroke, the way you like it causes a small, sharp inhale, and your hands on my tits tighten, then return to the kneading, exploring touches.
I reply “Do you want me to say that I’m wet, wishing your fingers, your cock were inside of me? Why would I tell you that when I could just invite you to find out for yourself?”
What I don’t say is that I am so wet that I have to wear panties on days we work together just to avoid a mess.
“Show me,” You reply. “Dip those fingers in your pussy and show me how wet you are.”
The hand not already engaged in stroking your cock slides under the waist of my pants to dip into the wet heat, and your hand follows it down, kneading my stomach, then hip, before covering my hand, pressing, guiding me to stroke myself. Lips and teeth continue to nibble at my neck as the hand in my pants circle my clit. After a small, chuffed breath, I pull it free, holding it up where you can see and smell the effect you have on me. I slide one finger, then two into my mouth, miming the way I like to lick your cock. I hear your breath catch, before it returns, a little heavier than before. We don’t have much time, but I can’t resist a teasing invitation.
“Do you remember me asking yesterday if you’ve felt hardwood floors recently? If I wear a skirt tomorrow, maybe you’ll find out.”
I straighten and step away. “I have a meeting shortly and you have work to get to as well.” After a quick, hard kiss, you stride out of my office, leaving me to compose myself, knowing you will tease yourself later with this memory as I will, taking yourself in hand but thinking of my hand, my mouth instead.
