Our company was experiencing a sudden boom in business, and my already 50 hour weeks were quickly turning into 60 plus. I felt like I lived at my desk, my office full of items brought from home. pillows, a blanket, radio. almost everything I needed to make my stay more comfortable. I was feeling the stress of the past week, and you immediately recognized my agony when you phoned.
It was already 7:00 p.m. on a Thursday evening, and I was struggling to finish a report that was due in the morning. You asked if I had eaten yet, and I realized that I had not. You offered to bring me dinner, and I accepted, though food was the furthest thing from my mind.
About a half hour later you arrive at my office door with take-out from the local deli. I apologize for not being able to stop and eat right then, but you smile your wicked little smile and asked me if it was ok for you to eat. I nodded, turning my attention to my computer screen. Too engrossed in my work, I failed to notice you put the food down on my credenza, unopened, and slip under my large desk. When your lips kissed my knee, I knew I was in for a real treat. You slowly licked a circle on my kneecap, kissing toward the inside of my knee. Your head rested on my opposite knee only briefly when I parted my legs slightly encouraging your exploration.
Not only did I part my legs for you; I slid my bottom closer to the edge of the seat. My work was suddenly unimportant. I wanted you. I was fully engaged in my own fantasy. You kissed the inside of my right thigh just above the knee. You turned to kiss my other thigh and I jerked slightly at your touch. It appeared as though we were both getting what we wanted. Your tongue moved slowly, licking every inch of my inner thighs. Your hands slid down the backs of my calves as you leaned forward to kiss deeper. I could feel my calf muscles flexing as I lifted my legs, rising to my tiptoes. I was enjoying your tongue. You moved your hands slowly up my lower legs, gliding over my calf muscles, across the outsides of my knees and thighs.
Your hands slid up under my skirt, fingertips feeling the edges of high-cut panties as you cupped my butt in your hands. Rising through the heat was my real scent, the scent of my soaking wet pussy. You wanted to taste me so badly. You slid your hands from under my panties over the tops of my thighs and down into my inner thighs spreading my legs further apart. My skirt had worked its way over the tops of my thighs, exposing myself to you. Again you slipped your hands under my butt cheeks nestled in lacy little panties, cupping my ass pulling me toward your waiting mouth.