Here's how I want it to go.
We're both in the office one afternoon, and for once, the place empties out around 6pm. I look around at 6:30 and realise we're the only two people left on the tenth floor, and outside, it's already dark and starting to rain.
I glance across the open-plan space at you. You're still staring intently at your monitor, but I know that you've realised we're alone now, too. You're playing it straight, leaving me to make the first move. Fine. I can do that. My heart starts beating faster, and I feel a flicker of lust in my pussy.
It's been a month since our hot hotel room encounter. I can still picture your rock hard cock pulsing as you dumped your load on my chest and stomach. I can still feel your fingers touching me through my underpants beneath the bar table. We've been trying to be good since then, but this opportunity is too perfect to pass up.
Our office is equipped with a full bar. That seems like the best place to start. I close my laptop and walk over, deliberately not looking your way. I'm glad I chose my outfit with you in mind today - a dark green silk shirt and skin-tight black pencil skirt which shows off my toned ass. Your favourite part of my body. I've caught you looking at it a few times already today. I still don't understand how our workmates never notice.
The bar is across from your desk. I saunter over and take my time bending over to make a selection from the small fridge under the bench, my ass on display. I hear the snap of your laptop shutting and when I turn around, you're there, just a few centimetres away. You take a step closer. I can smell your cologne. It's like a trigger. I look down and see you're already hard. With my eyes, I trace the outline of your cock through the fabric of your work pants.
You step closer again, until we're almost touching, and lean down towards me. You put your face close to my neck without touching me and take a deep breath, eyes closed, like you're breathing me in. Like you're tasting me. The anticipation makes my cunt flood with juiciness. My heart is pounding out of my chest. You take the beer out of my hand and grab me around the waist, lifting me off my feet like I weigh nothing and sitting me on the counter. You slide the tight fabric of my skirt up and spread my legs wide, reaching behind to put your hands on my ass and pull me closer.
I tip my head back and groan. I'm fucking helpless around you, and you know it. You kiss my throat, making your way up to my mouth and sliding your tongue inside. You kiss like you mean it, and it turns me on even more. Without stopping, you pick me up and walk the short distance to our glass-walled boardroom, with its panoramic city views. You devour my mouth as you carry me, driving me crazy with the feeling of your hands on the bare cheeks of my ass. My legs wrap around your waist and my hands tangle in your longish hair.
You deposit me on the boardroom table and start unbuttoning my shirt, your hands shaky with lust. You unbutton the last one and push my shirt open, burying your face in my lace-covered tits. I lean forward and reach down to unzip your pants, slowly. Your cock flops out and I sneak a look to remind myself what's waiting for me. I think this might be one of those nights where the rules of our affair don't count, and my mouth waters at the thought. Your dick is too delicious, too big and thick and shiny for me to stick to touching only tonight.
