Here's how I want it to go.
It's another day in the office. You look as fuckable as ever, your fitted shirt showing off your broad shoulders and chest. I've dressed for easy access in a dress with a full, mid-length skirt. Underneath, a green lace push-up bra and matching thong. Just in case.
Our eyes meet across the open plan office occasionally throughout the morning. Nothing needs to be said. The heat is palpable. It's been a while since we managed to steal a minute. We both know if we get a chance to be alone, it's on.
We have a scheduled meeting to discuss a project at 2pm. We choose the only office without internal windows. You enter behind me and softly close the door. There are rules in this affair, and one of them is never to arouse suspicion at work, so we don't have long.
We sit beside each other at the round table. You stare at me for a second. I can feel my clit tingling in anticipation. Slowly, you reach your hand down and run your fingers up my leg, from ankle to thigh. Pleasure shoots through me. You wrap your long fingers around my thigh, and squeeze firmly. You groan under your breath. I can see the outline of your cock, already big and hard and mouth-watering. It bulges down your pants leg. I reach out and trace the outline with one finger, lightly, and you shudder. Your hand reaches the top of my thigh and you press your fingers against my lace thong, where I'm hot and wet and throbbing.
Suddenly, you push back your office chair and turn to face the table, sliding your lap - and your obvious hard-on - out of sight. I shove my dress back down and swivel around just in time for the door to open. Our colleague sees the room is full and ducks out again, but we know we're pushing our luck.
