In this fantasy, you work with me. I get to see you every day, I get to touch you every day. I get to feel you inside me every day. But we work too... we're both hard workers and we make sure all responsibilities are completed before we have our fun. Why, just this moment I'm in the copy room, putting together a presentation I've been working on all day. It was a rushed job, so there's no obvious organization to the piles of paperwork skewed across any flat surface in the copy room. And I need to combine all these papers into one sleek booklet. Correction: five sleek booklets.
You walk into the copy room, to scan a document. I turn to see who has joined me and I smile, seeing that it's you. You've already had me earlier in the day. We spent our lunch hour together in the back of my car, in the cool, dark parking garage. I've been wiping our cum off my thighs all afternoon, reveling in our delicious, stolen moment. Since we've played already, and I'm rushing to get these booklets done, so I can FINALLY go home... I figure it's safe to turn back to my work and leave you to yours.
But you have other plans.
You stand next to me, slightly behind and ask if I need any help. You place your hand on the small of my back. I burn whenever and wherever you touch me.
I say no, thank you. I've got the pages organized in some semblance but to explain it to someone else would be impossible.
Your hand remains on my back. The heat is now emanating from my back, through my belly and the heat travels lower. My face reddens and my breath is caught in my throat. Just from a touch. Completely harmless touch.
Until you begin to lower your hand, now running down my ass. You love my ass. It's your favorite feature of mine - that and the fact that my pussy always is wet for you. My breath catches and I emit a faint gasp. Really? Here? Surely someone else is in the office still... What if we get caught?
Clearly you're not concerned, because you've now moved closer in, slightly behind me to the left. I feel your breath against my neck. You breathe hotly into my ears, "I want you now," causing shivers to run down my entire left side of my body, all the way to my toes. You continue, "I want to fill you up before sending you home."
I'm not resisting, but not encouraging. My head is swirling with doubts, questions, fears but also need. Pure need. I lay my hands on the countertop. I freeze. But my lips open and I barely whisper, "Just take me."
I don't turn my head towards you, but I know you're smiling your wicked, bad-boy smile. I feel my dress hem inch up my thighs, and then your hand following the hemline. You tickle the back of my thighs with feather-light fingertip strokes. You trail my ass from my hip to between my thighs and lick my earlobe before whispering, asking, "No panties?"