It's another Monday morning. The start of another work week. Amara is sitting at her desk sipping her coffee and reading emails. She hears his voice. Her ears perk. Her nipples suddenly stand erect. She doesn't know what it is about his voice, but it sends electricity running through her body every time he speaks.

"Hi Amara. How are you? Did you have a good weekend?" he asks.

Amara smiles as she turns her chair towards him.

"Hi Andre. I'm okay. My weekend was so-so. How about you?"

She sips her coffee as her eyes work their way up his body. They momentarily stop at his crotch. The 6' 1" toned body stops at her desk.

"It was okay. Hung out with some friends."

His eyes try to avoid staring at her bountiful cleavage, but the push-up bra pronounces her ample breasts in such a way that he couldn't help but notice.

"What are you doing for lunch?" he asks to distract himself.

Looking up at him, she thinks, He would make a good distraction. She regains her composure long enough to answer. "I don't know what to eat. Any suggestions?" Her eyes return to admiring his body and her thoughts. I am hoping he includes himself in the lunch. Our naked bodies together.

She licks her lips after she answers him. Her luscious full lips temporarily distract him.

"I'll give you some time to think about what you want," he says.

I want you, she thinks as she turns back to her desk.

Her mind pictures them spending their lunch hour in his car. She is sitting on his lap bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Her eyes are closed and the tip of her finger rests on her lips as she imagines her mouth wrapped around his hardness.

Lunchtime rolls around and Amara is sitting at her desk. An email comes in from Andre.

"Have you decided what you have a taste for?"

Amara smiles and types, "No. I trust you to pick something I would like :-) :-)." She hits send.

She waits for a reply, but nothing comes. Five minutes later Andre comes to her cubicle.

"Since you trust me, come with me," he says.

Amara obediently follows.

"We can go in my car," says Andre.

Amara does not say anything. She just smiles and goes along.

They pull up to a deli not far from the office.

"I'll be right back," says Andre.

Amara looks a little confused. Andre returns to the car a few minutes later with a plastic bag filled with something.

"Hold this, please," he says.

Amara takes the bag and looks inside.

"What did you get?" she asks.

"I'm not telling you until we reach our next stop."

"Okay. Hmmm."

They ride for a couple more minutes and reach the parking lot of an abandoned building.

"Oooo. How did you know about this spot?" asks Amara.

"I like to come here to hide," he says with a wink and a smile. "You said you trust my taste, so here we go. Hand me the bag, please."

Amara hands Andre the bag with a nervous smile.

"Don't be scared. I wouldn't poison you."

Amara smiles.

"This is your sandwich."

Andre hands her a thick sandwich wrapped in foil.

"This one is mine."

He places it on the dashboard.

"You seem like a nacho cheese Doritos girl," he says, handing her a bag of Doritos. "I love them also."

He places his bag on the dashboard.

"And a Sprite for each of us."

Amara smiles.

"Okay. Dig in."

Amara unwraps her sandwich. It's turkey and provolone cheese with spicy mustard. Her smile widens.

How would he know? she thinks. "Thank you," she says. "I'm not even going to ask how you knew what I liked."

"I pay attention."

Amara doesn't say much. She spends a lot of time chewing and enjoying watching Andre.

"I didn't think we would have enough time for dessert, so I owe you dessert," says Andre.

"Let me treat you to dinner after work," says Amara. "I want to take you to my favorite spot," she says.

"You don't have to do that."

"Please. After this delicious sandwich, you deserve something special." Her smile is devilish as they finish their meal.

Back at her desk, Amara spends a great deal of time thinking about dinner with Andre. From time to time she wiggles in her chair or squeezes her thighs together.

The clock strikes five o'clock and Amara gathers her things to leave. She stops at Andre's cubicle.

"Hi. Meet me at this address when you get off," she says, handing him a slip of paper.

Andre smiles and shakes his head. "You really don't have to do this," he says.

"Boy," she says, smacking her lips. "Just come here after work. Don't let me down." She winks and walks away.

At six o'clock, Andre arrives at the address. It's a small Italian restaurant. Amara is sitting at a table sipping a glass of wine.

"Excuse me, beautiful. Are you waiting for someone?" he asks.

Her body feels those familiar tingles as she turns to him. "I was waiting for someone. But he's taking so long. Would you like to take his place?"

"The poor fool. I would love to take his place," he says, sitting down.

They laugh.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" asks Amara.

"No trouble at all. This is a cute place," Andre says, looking around.

"Yes, I think so," replies Amara, looking around the restaurant. "The food is delicious. I've already placed our order. I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will."

Amara pours a glass of wine for Andre.

"Let's toast," says Amara, holding up her glass. "To a wonderful evening."

"To a wonderful evening," repeats Andre. "We've been working together for two or three years, haven't we?" asks Andre.

"Somewhere around there," answers Amara.

"And this is the first time we've spent any time together, outside of work, that didn't involve a company function."

"Yes, I guess it is. Whose fault is that?" she asks with a smile.

Andre laughs. "I guess you would say it's my fault. But to be honest, I never knew your situation. And I've noticed other guys at the company talking to you."

"Those boys? They come on too strong and are only after one thing." She sips her wine.

"Oh. Well. Looking at you in that dress, I can understand why that one thing would be on their minds."

Amara smiles and pats his hand.

"You are an attractive woman. I'm sure you are used to men coming on to you."

"Thank you. But some men are too aggressive. And I'm very picky about the company I keep."

"Yes ma'am."

"I've noticed your fan club also."

"That's just women being women. I've never dated anyone working for the company."

"I'm surprised. I thought for sure someone would have grabbed your attention."

"You are the first one."

Amara feels that tingle between her legs and squirms in her seat.

The waiter brings their meal. It's linguine with shrimp and lobster, covered with white wine sauce.

"I usually get it spicy," says Amara. "But I wasn't sure if you would like spicy foods."

"Oh, this is fine."

They hold hands and bless the meal. While eating dinner, the conversation is casual. They exchange glances during the meal with smiling eyes speaking to each other.

Andre rubs his stomach after eating.

"That was delicious," he says. "I don't think I could eat anything else."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. But you have to have dessert," says Amara. "And I have another great spot for us to visit."

"This was great. You really don't have to do another thing."

"Trust me. You will love this."

Amara pays the bill and they leave.

"It's not far away. Just follow me," says Amara, climbing into her car.

She leads them to a small park. The sun has set. There is little light. They park in an area where no one driving by will see them. Amara gets out of her car and climbs into Andre's car.

"What kind of dessert could you possibly have out here?" asks Andre.

"This."

She hands him her panties. Andre is startled as he looks at the black thong in his hand.

"Put them in a safe place," says Amara. "Give me your hand."

She guides his hand under her dress to her warm pussy.

"My pussy has been purring since you invited me to lunch. Now, I want you to fully enjoy what I'm serving for dessert."

Her eyes close as she slides his hand up and down the lips of her vagina. Her pussy is wet and wants to feel something entering. She pushes one of Andre's fingers inside.

He is turned on watching her expressions.

She slides in another of his fingers. A slight moan escapes her lips. She enters a third finger and her breathing increases. She takes her time, enjoying the sensation of his fingers going in and out of her.

"I sat at my desk dreaming about this moment," she says softly. "But I didn't know it would feel like this."

She increases the speed of his fingers entering her. She wiggles as the pleasure grows. She bites her bottom lip as her hips thrust forward. She then holds his hand still as her thighs squeeze together like a vise.

Once Amara regains her composure, she removes Andre's fingers from her extremely wet pussy, looks him in the eyes and asks, "Do you want to taste me?"

Without saying a word Andre grabs her hand holding his and licks each finger. She smiles and closes her eyes. The way his tongue sucks his fingers starts her pussy purring.

"Pull out that thing trying to break out of your pants so I can have some fun with it," says Amara.

Andre unbuckles his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock. Amara smiles then wraps her lips around the head of his penis. Andre takes a deep breath as the sensation of her tongue dancing up and down his shaft sends him into orbit. Amara lets out humming sounds as she enjoys his rock-hard cock filling her mouth. Her pussy is purring louder as her head bobs up and down.

After a few minutes, she raises her head and looks at the back seat.

"I want you inside me. Let's take this to the backseat."

They climb into the backseat. Amara straddles Andre, facing him. She inhales deeply as his dick spreads open her pussy.

"Damn," they say at the same time.

They look at each other and laugh.

Amara buries her head on his shoulder as she slowly rides up and down his thick rod.

"I didn't think you would feel this good inside me," she whispers in his ear.

"I wondered what you hid under those skirts and dresses."

Amara grinds her pussy into Andre's lap.

"You got my cock so fucking hard," whispers Andre.

"I love it. She loves it," Amara softly calls out.

Amara rides Andre faster.

"I can't hold it, Amara. Your pussy feels too good."

"Let it go, baby. Let it go."

"Oh shit!"

Andre's body tenses as he releases himself. Amara grinds her pussy into Andre as she releases herself. They kiss repeatedly before Amara rests her head on Andre's shoulder.

"Thank you for a marvelous Monday," Amara whispers in his ear.