I was supposed to be working. There were piles of papers on my desk that needed my attention. It was, after all only 11:30 in the morning, and the phone was ringing incessantly. I could hear coworkers bustling about their business through the walls of our offices. E-mails popped up regularly on my computer, each needing a reply, but my mind was a million miles away. Work was the last thing on my mind.
In my head, I was naked in the middle of a bed, while he fucked me senseless. My legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, trying to hold on as I could feel the orgasm build slowly within me, forcefully bringing every nerve ending in my body to the surface. I see my face flush, as my fingers dig into his forearms, trying to brace myself for the explosion I know is coming.
In reality, I'm sitting in my chair at my desk, my feet propped up on my desk, with two fingers of my left hand buried deep inside my pussy, rubbing and probing every inch. The index finger of my right hand is moving furiously over my clit. The muscles in my finger are starting to ache, but I know that if I can just hold on a minute longer, it will all be worth it. I speed the tempo that I rub over my clit, and I press my fingers against the rough little bumps of my g-spot and my hips start to twitch and roll as my breathing becomes faster and shallower. I feel the orgasm explode through my body as I continue rubbing my clit riding the waves as long as I can, when I hear my door open. I didn't even hear footsteps approaching my door, I had been too deeply involved in the orgasm that was slowly ebbing away.
My first thought was that there was no way to deny what I was doing, my second was relief at who had slipped inside my office, closing the door quickly behind him. He smirked at me as he walked around the small couch and chair to the edge of my desk. "I see you are busy at work today."
