It's early in your office. But I know you like to get there early. There are folks downstairs, but no one else there and I see you at your computer. You don't see me yet - small, light on my feet. I just watch those hands on your keyboard. Those hands that make my skin tingle. Those talented hands that have been learning the spots on my body that drive me to desire. They've found, by exploration, spots I knew about, spots I didn't know about.
I look up at the keyboard and I smile because it's not work. I can't help but stare at the image of the naked woman taking all of a large cock in her mouth. I guess my gasp alerts you to my presence but you're not startled. You turn around in your chair and I can that your cock responded to the image -- hell, I responded to it, too. I wonder, "Can I take him like that?"
You smile, get up and kiss me good morning. "You wanted to surprise me at work and yet here you are surprised. Breathing heavy." You kiss me deeper. I look up in to your eyes, point to the screen, "Make that happen, Jim."
You kiss me harder and put your whole body against mine so I feel how hard you are. "Grab my cock." You know the response you'll get inside of me. And of course I grab you. I can deny you nothing.
I grab you through your jeans, like I've often seen you do. You like a handful, aggressive grab, but I'm in awe of how hard, how big you got so fast. "Unbutton my jeans and take it out." I fumble with shaking hands -- definitely not as nimble as your own.