Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual content.
Author's Note: This is written for open minded, mature adults, who are interested in erotic stories, NOT for people who are OFFENDED by such stories.
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It was late; it had been a hard day at work. We were the only two left in the building. Sitting at my desk, I could see her on the other side of the office. She was someone who liked to dress to show her assets, today she was wearing a low cut shirt, which showed a hint of cleavage and a skirt which had a long split up her thigh. I was taking her in with my eyes, wondering, when she turned her head and smiled at me.
We had been doing this dance for months, sharing stories, passions and desires. Our mobile phones were our only tie to each other, to our fantasies. At work we acted as we always did, colleagues, mates! But I knew at work she was looking at me as I was watching her.