Tasting At The Work Place
Standing up in your cubicle, I passed by on my way to the copy machine with my pile of charts. I can't help but stop an appreciate how perfect you look today. The burgundy fabric of your maxi dress effortlessly contrasts against with your chocolate skin tone. You sway from side to side putting charts from your desk to an overhead cabinet. I gaze at the thin fabric getting stuck between your ass cheeks. So full and round, I've daydreamed of gripping the soft skin on your waist, while pushing myself deeper inside you. The panty lines from your cheekies show just how fat and deserving your ass really is. You notice my presence behind you as I admire from a short distance. I place my arm full of charts by the copy machine and think, this isn't the first time you've acknowledged me feeling your energy.
Day after day you casually walk by my desk, switching your hips from side to side as I know you can feel my eyes on you as you walk down the hallway. Fuck all that dreaming, today I will taste you from those thighs, past your belly button, and up your neck. There are so many nasty things I need to whisper in your ear, while I'm on-top of you gliding my body against your clit to your climax. A grin appears across your face as you look over to me as you ask can help me with something. You grab a box off of your desk and slowly start to bend over to place it on the floor. You spread your feet an arch your back slightly as you tease me with your petty game.
While you bend over, I feel myself growing in my pants as you captivate my attention. Knowing your pussy lips are parting slightly as you bend over drives me crazy with lust as I need to taste you. There are about six people in this office today and I don't care if anyone sees me on my knees face buried in your pussy from behind. You place the box down and your eyes catch my gaze. You peep my look of unsatisfied thirst for your pussy juice gushing over my beard. Before you can say anything else, I close the distance between us and place a single finger over my mouth. Protected from view by the desk dividers I pull you close, and my tongue finds your ear. Tracing the outer lobe slowly I break to whisper, we don't have much time, but can I taste you, now?!
I can feel my dick pressing against my dress pants, I know I can't hide it from you. You reach your hand out to explore the budge created for you. I can hear your heart beating as I feel your fingertips trace my dick. I wonder how big and pink your clit is? Do you have my favorite cinnamon swirl marks around your thighs? What does that dark meat taste like in-between your thighs? Fuck you got me about go back to the young days of fucking on site it didn't matter where or when. Our office is on a reduced staffing order so there are plenty of places to slip away for a moment or two.