I watch from the corner of my eye as Emma sits at her desk, rubbing coconut oil onto her skin. She starts at the wrist, working her way up the arm with tiny circles until she reaches the strap of her silk tank top. There, she flicks back her strawberry-blonde hair before sliding her hand around her clavicle, letting it dip over her exposed upper chest before stopping just above a breast. The oil leaves her skin glistening in it’s wake, radiant as sunshine.
I clear my throat, hoping to dispel the butterflies that cling to my voice box. “How was your weekend?” I say.
She turns in her chair to face me, “Great!” she says.
Her emerald green eyes dance in their sockets as her gaze meets mine, and I feel a dopey smile creep across my face.
She continues. “I went to the park with Danny and the kids, and then we had a barbecue back at our place with some friends.”
My heart sinks at the mention of Daniel, her husband, but as always, I keep the smile plastered in place. “Cool, cool.” I say.
“How was your weekend?” she says.
“It was fine. Did a whole lot of nothing,” I say.
“Well that sounds nice!” she says. “Doing nothing can be quite refreshing.”
“Yep.” The conversation feels like it’s hit a dead end, so I turn my chair back to my desk.
She watches me. Shifting in her seat, she crosses her legs, pointing them at me as she bounces the top one slowly, up and down, up and down. “Did you ever watch that show I told you about?”
I turn back to face her. A tingly energy seems to waft from her toned thighs, it pecks at my cheeks and causes my head to feel hot. I’ve always wanted her. “The comedy? Oh yeah, I checked it out.”
“What did you think?” she says, leaning over her legs as those shapely breasts peak out from under the thin fabric of her tank top.
“It was good. I had a laugh at that one part where the main character gets his dog stoned.”
At that moment, Emma’s phone rings. “Oh shit, I gotta take this. Hold that thought, Tom. Mind if I shut the door?”
I shake my head as she shuts the door to our shared office, leaving the two of us sequestered in our little corner of the company.
I go back to my work, screening the payrolls of the temps and contractors currently at the company. Next to me, Emma gabs away on the phone, explaining the state income tax laws to a new employee. When she’s done, she hangs up with a sigh, and turns back to me.
“Sorry, where were we?” she says.
“Eh, it doesn’t matter,” I say, ready to forgo the conversation and dive into work for the day, but something feels different. I hear her shifting and look up to find that she’s leaning on my desk, so close that I can feel the heat radiating up from under her skirt.
“Just bullshitting about the weekend?” she says, leaning over slightly. Her pupils are dilated, outlines of her hard nipples visible through her silk top.
“Something like that,” I say. I feel powerless, locked in her gaze. Like a magnet caught in a current.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this, Tom?”
“Tired of what?” I say.
“Of this, silly!” She curls the tips of her fingers around mine. “You could cut the tension in here with a knife.”
“Oh, that,” I say my head swimming in hot tingles. “So you feel it too?”
She laughs. “It takes two, you know.”
I nod, staring at my computer screen to avoid contact, unsure of what to do.
“Why don’t you stand up?” she says, tugging at my hand.
I oblige, an erection bulging in my pants as we come to eye level. She moves her oiled hand to rest on my inner thigh.
“Emma,” I say, already regretting the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “You’re married.”
“I know,” she says, eyes staying trained on my own.
“If you do this, I can’t stop it.” I say, my now lips hovering over hers.
“I know,” she says, grabbing my chin as she takes me, our lips meeting in suckling electricity. She sucks my lower lip into her mouth, raking it gently with her teeth, before pushing my mouth open with her upper lip and sending her tongue over mine, pressing into it with rhythmic strokes. I feel a hand glide down my back, pulling me deep into her, mashing her tits against my chest as she lets out a light moan.
From the corner of my eye, I see Emma lift the back of her skirt and hook a thumb around her underwear, which she rips down beneath her knees and tosses to the side. Overcome by lust, a crouch down and stick my head up her skirt, smelling a sweet must as I burrow into her thighs, licking and nipping as I go.
She sits her ass on my desk and spreads her legs wide, revealing a beautifully shaved pussy to me, already dripping. I move my mouth over her, letting my lips barely brush her labia for a few moments before diving in, driving up with my tongue, catching her clitoris between pulsing strokes. She lets out a loud moan and tightens her legs around my head.
I smile to myself, sliding two fingers inside her vagina and pushing them down as I lick her clit. She moans louder. Suddenly a thought dawns on me, and I pull myself out from under her skirt.
“Emma, listen,” I say, holding a glistening finger to my mouth. “You hear that?” Noises of laughter and faint motion from the room next door penetrate the walls. “We need to be quiet, or the coworkers will hear.”
While I was eating her pussy, she’d taken off her top, leaving her perky breasts exposed to the fresh air. She lets out a giggle that causes them to bounce. “Who are they going to report us to? We are HR.”
“C’mon, be serious for a sec.”
“Alright, alright.” She winks at me. “I’ll keep it down.”
Before I can say anything else, she is unzipping my pants and grabing my cock, smiling as she guides it inside of her. I feel a sudden sensation of warmth as her wet ridges grip me, causing me to moan.
“Hypocrite,” she says.
“You be quiet,” I say, slapping her thigh lightly as I push into her, feeling her vaginal walls slowly part for the head of my penis before gripping me as I pull out.
“Fuck!” she says, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I move my lips to her ear, nibbling as I whisper. “Shhhhh.” But I thrust harder, causing her back to arch as I push deep inside of her. The moans come louder. “Shhhh!” I say, slapping her thigh again as I smile to myself. I’m going to make this bitch scream with pleasure.
I tangle my fingers in her strawberry blonde hair, pulling down firmly to expose her neck before biting it gently. I place my other hand along the sacrum of her lower back, pushing her pelvis against my cock as I bite down.
“You dirty little fucker!” she yells, her legs curling around my torso and holding me against her.
“Shhh,” I say, placing a hand over her mouth as I pound harder. I can feel the head of my penis swelling, rubbing against her with more sensation. I’m about to explode.
“Mfphh!” Emma lets out a muffled scream through my hands, and I feel her vagina grip me in spasming waves as she shakes. My swollen shaft tingles with intense pleasure at the sensation. I try for a few more strokes, but I can’t take it anymore.
With a final thrust, I bury my cock deep inside her pussy, and unload. Squirt after squirt of hot cum fills her belly as she moans through my hand, spit lathering my palm. We writhe there together, shaking in each other’s embrace as the orgasms grip us.
Soon there is only sweaty stillness, and I pull my hand away from Emma’s mouth, which she nips at playfully. I smile, and start to pull my pants back on.
“Wait,” she says. “I’m not done with you yet.” She bends over, popping her ass in the air as she places my deflated cock in her mouth, and plays with it. She sucks on the tip like it’s a popsicle before pressing her tongue against my shaft, wiggling it slightly. I can see splayed her ass in the mirror along the opposite wall, can see some of my cum dripping between the lips of her stuffed pussy, running down her leg before pooling on the ground by her knees. I’m already getting hard again.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Emma and I lock eyes, each of us telegraphing panic as the door opens.
“Uh, whoah!” says a young temp as he pops his head inside the door. He pauses for a second, staring at our wet bodies before shaking his head as though to jolt himself. “Uh, sorry. I’ll come back later,” he says, and he dips out.
Emma and I burst out laughing.
“Guess it’s time to stop,” I say, pulling on my pants once more.
She shrugs, throwing her tank top on before sitting back down in her chair. “If you say so.”
I smile and return to my desk, wiping my wet fingers on my jeans before resting them on to my keyboard.
Emma lifts one leg in her chair, exposing her dripping pussy underneath her skirt as she stares at me with feline eyes. She nods to my desk where a wet wad of cloth sits in a pile at the corner. “Hold onto my panties for me, will you?”
I nod, feeling my erection pressing against my zipper again.——-
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