Everyone has gone to lunch and the office is empty. You have been fighting a deadline and, as usual, have stayed in to eat lunch at your desk while you work. However, in addition to your deadline, you have been fighting the urge to hit on the co-worker with whom you are working on this project (Me). Tall and sexy with the best come-fuck-me eyes you've ever seen, I linger in your thoughts long after I've gone for the day.
Oh, screw it.You can't think straight anyway. You've been walking around with a throbbing clit all day. You can take a bit of a break, the project is on schedule and your horny as hell.
You sit a bit back in your chair, sliding your hips forward and parting your knees, intending to masturbate. You start by imagining me standing behind you with my strong hands on your shoulders, working the tension away. To simulate the effect, You've reached your arms back and am massaging your own neck, imagining it is me. "Mmmmmm," You moan to myself. Or, so you thought. You suddenly feel my hands take over. Apparently, I stayed behind for lunch as well.
You pretend that you were just working out a kink in your neck. "Thank you, I'm a bit tense." you say. I am tentative at first, but as you relax into it, I get bolder, running my hands down the length of your arms. You are thoroughly lost in the moment, breathing deeply, entirely focused on the pleasure I am giving you. you want me to.You are dying to have you touch you inappropriately. You readjust yourself in the chair, leaning back further and in doing so, jutting your chest out. "Will I get the hint?" You wonder. you lick the inside of your lips just hoping.
Well, part of what you like about me is that I can take a hint. I'm no idiot! I know exactly what you want, and on my next pass down your arms, I extend my thumbs to slowly rub them along the sides of your breasts on my way back up to your shoulders. "Mmmmmm," You say again, this time meaning it more. I give a few more passes like that, each time with a bit more intensity and I then abandon the act of massage and reach down to cup your breasts and give them a light squeeze.
You tilt your head back, exposing your throat. I lean down to kiss your neck as my fingers dexterously work to unbutton your blouse and unhook your sheer front closing bra. Your nipples are stiff and you are already breathing a bit deeper. You reach back to my neck and pull my face to yours for a passionate kiss.