Office Playtime

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I woke up disgustingly early that morning, and that’s saying something because I’m an early riser. 4am is just rough. I felt surprisingly good though, and decided to make the best of it. I dressed in my running shorts, the extra short ones with the cut-outs on the side and a lulu lemon sports bra. Look good feel good. And I took off down the street. Morning runs are my favorite, especially in this city. 430 must be the only time D.C. is quiet, my planned route was 3 miles; I really felt good and did an extra lap around the park adding two more. I finished at my front door, and surveyed my reflection in the glass. I looked good. My eyes were bright and cheeks flushed with just the right amount of sweat tickling my cleavage. It’s a shame no one gets to appreciate it, but that’s the life I choose.

Time to get the day rolling. Spencer was the youngest elected congressman ever, and we have a lot of work to do. I showered quick, and picked out my favorite skirt, the black pencil that just pushes the line between professional and clubbing. Well, I should say Spencer’s favorite. I’ve noticed his eyes following me when I wear it. My own private congratulations on his win I suppose. I turned to leave, and decided to switch out my panties for one that matched the deep wine color of my shirt, no one would see them, but it makes me feel powerful.

I arrived at the office, first one there, and gather the documents Mr. Dorhout will need for this morning’s meeting, put a power bar on his desk drawer (he always forgets his breakfast) and go to the bathroom. I use the last of the paper towels and make a mental note to replace those later.

I’ve got everything done for the morning but I’m still feeling good, maybe a little restless. I head to the supply room and grab the paper towels, but why rush? No ones here yet. I bit my bottom lip and pull my skirt up around my hips. I sit on the counter and slide my fingers up my thigh. Goodness, how long has it been since I’ve gotten off? I can’t remember and right now I don’t want to. I tease my clit with my pointer and middle fingers, extending my ring finger just enough to flick my asshole. Good lord its been a while and I am so wet. I push my fingers deeper inside me and just as I’m about to burst I hear the door slam. Shit. I hop off the counter, sanitize my hands and grab the paper towels. I head straight for the bathroom to replace them mumbling under my breath about not getting to finish….

Oh

Oh my.

The congressman is in there with his cock in hand. How have I never noticed how good he looks? Green eyes have always been a weakness of mine, perfectly groomed beard and a long….
I don’t even know what was coming out of my mouth i was trying so hard not to stare. But I am still wet, getting wetter actually…. I move to the paper towel holder

Praying he can’t tell how turned on I am, but how could miss the heat that’s radiating off my body? He leans in to say something, probably to ask me to leave.
I kiss him.
I’m fired.
Maybe not, he kisses me back, hard. And when I poke my tongue into his mouth he moans and his hands move frantically over me. Grabbing at my ass, I’m really glad I did squats yesterday, he tries to push his hands into my skirt and a wave of heat crashes over me thinking of his hands on my skin. Damn this skirt.

I run my hand over his dick through his pants, I didn’t notice he put those back on, but I don’t think I like it. I fumble with his belt and clasp until I finally free the most impressive erection I’ve even seen. This thing is about to burst and I want to be in me.

We mumble some mutual I want you sentiments, consenting adults and all, and for the second time in 30min my skirt is around my hips. I slide my panties down, suddenly very glad I changed before leaving.

He turns me around and bends me over. How’d he know I like being man-handled? The coolness of the counter keeps me grounded, and provides enough stability for me to push back against him. I brace myself, but when he slides his cock in my knees almost give out. He fills every inch of me. All I can think is ‘more’. I need this man.

He begins to move his hips faster, his fingers on one hand are tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, and the other hand is wrapped around the bit of flesh just below my waist. His hands are the perfect combination of groomed and rough. I like a man that works with hands but keeps them groomed.

Oh

Oh God

Both hands are on my hips now and he’s pounding my ass, his hips push against me shoving me further over the counter. My arms give out and I allow my face press against the coolness of the counter top. I give over to the congressman completely as I begin to lose myself in the heat building between my legs..

I feel his cock throb as he begins to cum and my thighs clench, pulling him further into me as we cum together. Breathless and shaking we pull apart, standing on opposite ends of the little one stall restroom, we look at each other struggling to find words, any words.

I delicately press the tip of my tongue to my top lip, now chapped from the panting. Just as I’m about to speak we hear the bell above the door ring. It is time to start the work day.

I pull my skirt down and tug my fingers through my hair. I walk out the door without checking the mirror, leaving Spencer to his own clean up. Stop by my desk, scratch out a note, and add it to his pile of meeting notes with a grin.

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