You enter my office with your lunch and close the door. You ask if I’m ready for a break. I push away from my desk and run my hands through my hair, stretching. The zipper of my blouse strains against my breasts. You set your lunch on my desk and step behind me. “You look like you need a massage,” you smile as you allow your hands to rest on my shoulders. “I definitely could, but I don’t have time to leave”. I respond. You begin to put pressure on my shoulders, “Oh I don’t think you’ll need to go anywhere. Just relax and let me work.”
I lean back into my chair as you begin to work my tight shoulders. My head nestles between your breasts You slowly work the muscles, rubbing deeper, drawing out my moans and sighs. My eyes close as I relax into your touch. Your hands begin to move down my front, working my pectorals. Your hands slip farther down, squeezing and massaging my breasts. I arch against your hands, inviting your touch. One hand lets go, parting the already taut zipper.
Your hands return to my breasts, this time only separated from my skin by the thinnest of lace. You’re no longer massaging but playing, cupping and lifting them, your thumbs bringing my nipples to hard tight peaks. I whimper and you pinch my nipples in response tugging on them through the lace. I arch further as you spill them out of the lace cups and the warmth of your hands connects directly to my skin. I moan again begging wordlessly for more, and you play more, fondling my breasts until my legs spread involuntarily pushing my skirt up towards my hips.
You spin the chair and lean down to kiss me, but as your lips brush mine someone knocks on the door and I come back to my senses, zipping my shirt up and answering the knock.
Later:
Our game continues for days, any time our schedules match, you join me for lunch and play with me. I resist, I’m not a lesbian and I’m married. If he’s going to share he wants me to bring you home, but I’m not entirely certain I’m ready for that step.
And then:
I’m wearing a fitted sweater and jeans as you come into my office. I stand and step behind you to close the door, prepared to issue an ultimatum. You’re faster than I am though, and no sooner do I close the door, but your hands are on my shoulders, spinning me around and pinning me against the door. I’m startled and before I can form a thought you’ve pulled my shirt over my head trapping my wrists and capturing my mouth with yours.
My mouth that was open to protest makes an inviting target for your tongue, it finds and dances with mine. The mewling whimpers I make are quickly becoming more pleasure than protest. You shift your grip on my pinned wrists as one hand finds my breast. All those massages have given you an exceptional knowledge of my sensitive spots and you quickly bring both nipples to aching prominence, before pulling them out if their lace enclosures.
Your mouth finally leaves mine, only to travel down my throat and collarbone to be filled with my nipple. No longer resisting, I arch against you, maximizing your access. You hand leaves my wrists, but my arms remain where they are as you suckle first one nipple then the other playing with whichever in exposed.
As my arousal rises, I begin to beg helplessly. I crave your touch everywhere. Your teeth nip at me as your hands descend to my waist parting the button and fly. Your knee parts my legs as on hand slips into my panties, the lace already moist. You moan against my breast, the sound vibrating my nipple, nearly driving me over the edge. Your fingers find my clit, pressing and rubbing hard on my most sensitive area. My hips rock against your hand, and you press harder with your thumb. As my legs spread wider you slip your index finger into my dripping recesses, curling it against my g-spot.
I buck hard against you and my hands come down to pull your mouth off my breasts and back up to mine as I crest my first ever orgasm by a woman. When I finally relax, I push you back towards my desk. It’s only two steps but I manage to get your blouse opened and your skirt lifted before pinning you on the flat surface. My hands and mouth find your breasts, unleashing all the pent up desires I’ve been considering for days. Your fingers tangle into my hair as I worship your nipples. I slip your lacy panties down over your hips and put your feet on the desk, spreading your beautiful pink centre.
I plant kisses down your stomach, over your waxed skin. I part your lips widen and watch your juices drip for a moment before running the tip of my tongue over your folds. I circle your tiny clit with my moister tongue before taking it in my teeth and shaking my head gently back and forth as you grind hard against me. I slip two fingers inside you as I lick and nip. I can hear you above me, your breathing ragged, you’re close. I spread the fingers in you exposing you fully and my other hand takes over for my tongue and I pinch your clit while stroking your centre with my tongue. You gasp, and curse and your fingers in my hair tense as your hold body rides the wave of your orgasm.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/me4nsw/office_fun_ff_coerced
Short but fucking AMAZING