I was being mean, I knew I was. Becky and I loved to tease each other, hell it was our favourite way to break up the working day. Run P50i forms, grab a coffee and spend a discreet ten minutes poking fun at each other in the break room. Lately however our idle teasing had taken on something of a new dimension as our comments had become significantly more risqué.
“Oh fuck you, Adam. Regretfully, I don’t spend most of my evening whacking off dudes in the gym so I don’t possess your arm strength,” Becky replied, rising to my comments.
“What about all your late night dallying in the glory-holes, Becks? Or do they prefer that you only use your mouth?”
Okay, so it was less risqué and more outrageous flirting, but why not? Our office wasn’t the largest and most of our colleagues were already in relationships, leaving two single people in their mid-twenties working closely together throughout the day. Something was bound to happen.
It wasn’t like others hadn’t noticed either. Hell one of the running office gags concerned Becky and I stealing time away together in the break room. She was worth risking a disciplinary for though; brunet, piercing blue eyes and a dash of freckles that made her look oh so innocent. She knew it too, and her dark red lipstick and preference for lace outfits contrasted innocence with a devilish air of sex. A few extra pounds gave her curves in all of the right places, and clothes that clung to her made them all the more apparent.
Thankfully she wasn’t an air-headed office bimbo, but had a cutting wit which would leave you in pieces if you weren’t careful, which is probably why she always seem to come better off of our exchanges. Indeed it was after another verbal salvo questioning my masculinity that I saw my opening for a little humiliation. Which is why I was barreled over laughing at her as she lay on the floor attempting to do a single push up.
“Okay, big guy, if they’re so *huff* easy, you do one,” Becky offered, her face flushed with exhaustion.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I lowered myself to her level and busted out an easy ten reps. I’m not sure which was more rewarding, her look of consternation at my easy pace or the fact that I caught her stealing a glance at my arms as they bulged under the slight strain. In response, Becky redoubled her efforts as she attempted once more to lower herself to the floor, biting her lip as the weight proved too much to her and she collapsed under her weight.
“Look, I’ll make it easy for you okay?” I offered gamely as I sprung back up, “You can do a girly push-up, keep your knees on the floor.”
She considered this for a moment, probably in deference to the exceedingly short skirt she’d elected to wear on this day. I had her trapped however, she could either back off and return to her desk in humiliation, or see my challenge through. Her eyes met mine and she gave me a knowing look and for the briefest second I thought the game was up.
“Fine,” she finally pouted.
She assumed the position, looking like a bitch in heat as she got onto all fours. As she set herself I began to surreptitiously move behind her, not wanting to miss a damned second of what was about to happen. Bending her arms she began to lower herself down, the hem of her skirt riding up to sit just under her buttocks. She slowed.
I baited her, “Christ, come on! You saw me do them; your nose has to touch the floor.”
She looked like she was about to fire a few insults my way but the effort of keeping herself aloft held her tongue. Tentatively, she lowered herself further and her skirt rode up higher, revealing a few more inches of soft flesh. I found myself directly behind her. Becky’s ass was now simply stuck up in the air, her outrageous skirt having become practically a belt. She was wearing flowery lace panties, the translucent cloth revealing tantalizing hints of her sex. Fuck I could have spent hours savouring her unintentional tease. My attention however was drawn to the damp spot that had now fully appeared. I lost track of the seconds, absorbed in this powerful sign of arousal, failing to notice that Becky’s nose had successfully touched the floor.
Becky flexed, pushing herself back off from the floor, concealing the lewd show that had left me flushed and painfully hard. Turning as she rose, her eyes meeting mine as she regained her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, the redness concealing her freckles but somehow making her look more innocent. She paced deliberately towards me.
“You know, I probably would have found that easier if you weren’t staring at my pussy the whole time,” Becky breathed, her change in tone taking me off guard.
Before I could stammer any protestations of my innocence her hand worked its way around the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues danced together as she moaned into my mouth. I went to grab her waist but her hand caught mine and guided it swiftly within her panties as my fingers found her sopping sex.
She bucked slightly, moaning more as I began to gently stroke her clit, the heat and wetness driving me mad. Her hands traced the outline of my member through my jeans before she delved under my waistband to grab my hardness. Stroking it, she broke our kiss and moved her lips to my ear, her breath hot on my skin.
“I want you to fuck me with this okay? I want to feel your fucking cock inside me,” she groaned into my ear.
It was clear that neither of us were thinking straight, too consumed in our lust. Becky was guiding me towards the kitchen counter as her other hand worked her skirt loose. My blood was roaring as I fumbled to get my cock out of my pants, driving to sink into her pussy.
It was something of a miracle then that we heard the voices traveling down the corridor, wide eyed we rushed to tidy ourselves up. Becky stole away into the ladies’ room as I straightened my clothes and hurried back to my desk, hoping that nobody would notice any incriminating lipstick stains - or my raging erection.
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What followed was agonizing. I thought on her return that Becky would be shamed somehow, that she’d see it as a big mistake that brooked no further discussion. So when she walked over to my desk and, without the office being any the wiser, dumped her soaking panties on my lap, my mouth was left somewhat agape.
Hours past and Becky seemed on a mission to make me jump over the desk, rip her clothes off and take her there and then. She caught my eyes, drawing me into her gaze while biting the edge of her lip. Her foot trailed up my leg, tracing my inseam before resting on my cock for the faintest second before withdrawing. She found myriad documents that needed my attention, daintily bringing them over to my my desk, learning in so I could smell her lust, her wanton need.