Alone in the Office

Our office is nearly empty on this Friday afternoon. Most of our coworkers are stuck in an important meeting, which the two of us were lucky not to have been invited to. We try to work diligently on our respective projects,eager to wrap up for the long weekend.

I can’t stop looking at the clock and counting down the hours until I can touch you once again.

I’m completely distracted around you. And why wouldn’t I be?

Ever since we started dating, I haven't been able to keep my hands off you. I want desperately to slip them around your hips as I pass by you on the way to the employee kitchen every day; or to push my tongue between your lips during the most boring of meetings. But unfortunately, I can’t.

Our co-workers have no idea that we’ve recently started seeing each other, and we really don’t want them to find out. They have no clue how perfectly our bodies fit together, or how frequently we please each other all night long. And to keep them from finding out, we have to act like everything is normal between us.

Like we’re not just dying to tear each other’s clothes off every moment of every day.

Instead of writing my quarterly report or following up with clients, I’m thinking about you naked. Again.

I’m thinking about you squirming and writhing beneath me in bed last night. Mmmm…I’m thinking about that sensitive little spot along your neck that makes you scream in delight when I press my lips up against it.

God, I just wish I could touch you right now. I grab my phone and text you quickly from my desk.

You're sitting adjacent to me, tucked away in your own cubicle. It looks like you’re trying to work, but I would bet you’re just as distracted as I am. All afternoon you’ve been sneaking glances my way,trying to get my attention. I peek around the edge of my cubicle and catch sight of you sticking the end of a pen between your luscious, red-stained lips. You suck on the tip of it, twirling your tongue around and around, while staring at your computer screen. There's hardly anyone else around. Finally, we meet each other’s gaze. I mouth silently at you to stop teasing me.

I text you:“I’m hard enough as it is.”

You smile back at me and drag your teeth across your bottom lip like the tease you are.

I watch you closely as you strut towards my desk; your hips swinging side to side with every step you take. Today you're wearing that very short leather skirt you know I love. And a form-fitting sweater that makes your breasts look delicious against the soft wool. Your hair is tied back into an impossibly tight bun at the nape of your neck. And your glasses are nestled cutely on the bridge of your nose.

To my delight, you stop at my desk, hugging a thick file of papers to your abdomen. You ask me when the quarterly report will be ready.

“It seems to be taking a very long time for you to get this report done.”

As you speak, you rest your crotch against the rounded corner of my timber desk.

“Section Four, in particular, is in very bad shape. I need that on my desk quite urgently.”

Slowly, you begin stimulating your clit as you interact with me very seriously about the report.

“When do you think you can deliver the parts that I need the most?”

You close your eyes momentarily and I swear I can hear the ghost of a moan leave your lips. You’re caressing the file with your polished and manicured fingernails, waiting for me to reply, but I'm far too distracted to be able to form words right now.

I can’t stop staring as you grind your pussy against my desk, looking so incredibly fucking hot while hardly doing anything at all. My cock is getting harder and harder beneath my pants.

My heart is beating so fast. I can't think of what to say back to you, and I have no idea how I'm going to make it until the end of the day. I mumble out awkwardly that I’ll have it done as soon as possible. You thank me with that sticky sweet and husky voice of yours. And then you gracefully slip your pussy off the corner of my desk.

As I watch you walk away, I can almost see the trail of your sexual aroma snaking behind in your wake. I can’t help but watch your ass sway back and forth in that shiny leather skirt as you walk across the office to the photocopying machine. From where I'm seated in my cubicle, I have a perfect view as you scan some documents.

And I know, that you know, that I can see you.

You knee the machine impatiently and your leather skirt slowly rides upwards, exposing the back of your thick thighs. It sounds like you’re dealing with a paper jam.

I smile to myself as I observe you tugging at your skirt,aware of its tiny length and not wanting to flash any of our co-workers. You look so fucking hot standing there, frustrated and annoyed by the ancient machine.

I grab my phone and text you once again.“How dare you masturbate against my desk, you naughty girl. Tonight you will rub yourself up against some wood that isn’t going to be as passive as a timber desk. My cock longs to be rubbing against your clit again…”

In between waiting for your documents to print and making eyes at me, you fish your phone from your back pocket and presumably check my message. I see that naughty smile rise on your lips once again while you type rapidly on your phone.

My phone buzzes in my hand and a surge of desire flies through me before I’ve even had a chance to check your message. Your text very clearly and neatly describes just how wet you are right now, how horny you’ve been all day, and how desperate you are to feel me inside of you as soon as possible. My face flushes as I read your message.

I quickly send you another text:“Only two more hours left in the day before I can fuck you”.

My cock is probably going to burst before close of business.

Ugh. The meeting is over now and our co-workers spill out of the conference room. I guess our little fantasy playtime has to end. I sneak a glance over at you and watch as you collect your documents from the copy machine before making your way to your desk.

The rest of the workday passes by torturously slow. But finally, as the clock strikes five, our coworkers shuffle out the door. You and I linger behind, feigning extra work.

No more than ten minutes have passed by…when I hear the squeaking of your desk chair sliding across the floor. I glance up and suddenly you’re right beside me, grinning hungrily, and leaning in to kiss me.

I grab the back of your head, digging my fingers into your hair as I accept your tongue slipping into my mouth.

I kiss your jaw and make my way down to your earlobe. My free hand trails down your side and rests on the hem of that short skirt of yours. I ask if you want to go back to my place, but you tell me you don’t think you can make it that long. You want me to fuck you right here. Right now. In my cubicle.

It’s a dangerous prospect since we can’t be certain if everyone has gone home for the day. But I’m too horny to make an informed decision right now. Fuck it. I have to have you.

From where I sit, I grab your waist and gently stand you up. Then I bring my head into your body and you wrap your arms around me. My face is nestled into your stomach. I feel the fabric of your dress on my skin and your scent takes my mind back to all the various times we’ve made love before. But never in our office. We’ve never dared. There’s too much at stake. Our careers. Our livelihoods.

But the lust building inside me is too overpowering…I caress the inside of your thighs and hike your skirt up past your waist. My fingers graze against the lace of your panties. And finally—finally—I feel your warm and throbbing labia against the fabric.

“Mmmm…”

Very sharply I pull your panties down…and you gasp in equal parts of shock and arousal. Then I very, very gently slip my fingers inside of your warm, wet interior. With a feather-light touch, I caress your clit. Does it drive you crazy to have my fingers just barely flick past your most sensitive area? You like how much I tease you? How I drive you crazy with such slow touches?

I spread your thighs with my knees so that I might better enter your pussy with my fingers. Oh, fuck, you are so incredibly wet.

Your desire coats my fingers, as I move deeper and deeper inside of you. I stroke the length of your inner muscles as you rise up in your chair and ride my hand. As you buck your hips up and down against my fingers, I take my other hand and undo the zipper to my trousers.

I want you to see how hard I am for you. I want you to see how big and hungry my cock is as I stroke it gently up and down. Do you like this hard cock, baby? Do you like how you make it stand on end? You wish it was deep inside of you? Penetrating you? I fondle my sensitive head and smear the tip with pre-cum, reminding you of what’s to come.

Your pink tongue dashes out against your lower lip; and your eyes slide shut as you continue to writhe underneath my fingers.

I guide you to sit on my desk. You widen your legs for me now; and rock band and forth impatiently, begging me to fuck you. I cast a cautious glance over my shoulder, worried that our boss, who tends to stay late, might still be around. The thrill of this gets me even harder. I know I can’t stop now.

I rest my face against the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you. Then I slip my three fingers all the way inside. How does it feel to have three fingers pressing inside you? Does it fill you out? Does it make you want even more? Your wet and glorious pussy receives all my fingers as I penetrate you deeply. I push in and push out…in and out…in and out. Slowly…rhythmically…as your hand crashes against the keyboard on my desk.

I stroke my cock firmly and slowly, and you slide your fingers down to rub at your hard little clit. I press my mouth against yours and increase the pressure of my fingers inside of you. I traverse your warm, velvet interior, reaching higher and higher towards your sensitive g-spot. You rub your clit. Harder…and faster…harder, harder, harder.

How does it make you feel? To have my fingers inside of you and playing with your needy clit? Do you like seeing me stroke my cock for you, baby? Do you like it when I please us both? Does it make you cum? Will you cum for me?

Yes, cum for me. Don’t hold back, be a good girl and rub that clit!

I stroke my cock up and down from underneath you. Building my rhythm to time your swaying figure.

Baby, you are so fucking hot. I want to fuck you so badly…but this sense of restraint is really fucking hot. I love helping you touch yourself. Your body jerks and suddenly goes rigid, but your cries of pleasure pierce my eardrums.

I stroke myself harder and faster to meet you in your ecstasy. Our bodies are connected in movement and the desk is wobbling under you. The keyboard crashes onto the floor, and a pile of papers fall off the desk. I rub you faster now…harder…faster…harder. My hand trembles around my cock as pleasure overwhelms you.

You’re about to cum. I can feel your body spasming with a relentless series of tremors that rock you from head to toe.

I’m about to explode too...

It happened almost simultaneously…and leaves us breathless, and elated. You smile up at me and ask me to take you home. I glance over my shoulder, pleasure still ripping through me.

We straighten our clothes out. Breathless…but laughing. I don’t think I’ll be able to view our workplace the same way after this.