We'd worked together for several months, but I never realized how fond I'd grown of you, nor much your leaving would impact me. We were only co-workers who sat over the cubicle wall from one another, at least that's how it seemed at the time. But as time grew on there seemed to be a growing attraction between the two of us. Stolen glances and innuendo became more frequent, until one day you made a comment about your husband. I emailed you, digging deeper into your personal life, fearing I was asking too much, but you replied honestly and frankly.
Eventually our email conversations turned to what we were both lacking in our marriages, and exchanged fantasies and desires, but nothing "real" ever came of it.
Another job offer came your way, too good to pass up. And just like that you were gone. We continued to email occasionally, but didn't share any more intimate details until one day, out of the blue, you invited me to visit you at your new job, an hour away. I jumped at the chance!
When I came by to visit it was after hours. You were the only one left in the office. You gave me a quick tour of your cube, the offices of your new neighbors, and finally the Privacy Room...
We'd joked about this room in our emails, and why it was so "interestingly" named. In reality, it was just a room with a few chairs, a bench being used as a coffee table, a speaker phone, and a door that locked from the inside.
We shared some giggles and innuendo about the naming of the room, and why there was a bench rather than a table, but laughed it all off.
Then told me something that you'd only shared in email before, that it was a "naughty" day and you weren't wearing underwear. My reaction was instantaneous and you could tell from the twitching at my groin that it had the desired effect. I asked if you were still lacking at home: yes, but you decided to fulfill your needs by other means - just not sex. Maybe it wasn't the best idea that I asked if I could help. I'd asked before in our emails, but you'd always laughed it off and thanked me for the offer. Not so tonight.
You rushed into my arms, thankful and exhilarated all at once. Our kissing became frantic as I pulled open your blouse and devoured your breasts and nipples. You pushed me to the bench, straddling me, sitting on my lap, grinding against my aching bulge.
I laid back and pulled you on top of me and slowly worked your body up mine until my fingers were buried inside your wet, wanton pussy. Your hips rocking against them as moans and an occasional gasp involuntarily escaped your mouth. I pulled your hips further up my chest until I could lap at your swollen lips with my eager tongue.
