My clit is aching again. I’m used to being turned on but aching is different. Aching means I’m at my limits. The slightest touch of my cotton undies against my clit is enough to make me start soaking them again.
Fantasies play throughout the day as I watch him bounce from cube to cube.
We could do it in that room with the glass wall. The rest of the team can watch from the other side of the window as he destroys my pussy on the conference table. No no no that’s way too out there. We’d never get away with that.
His office is the obvious choice. Our monthly one-on-ones is an opportunity with a door that locks and a chance to be a little more obvious with our flirting.
I can just see it… We’re talking about time keeping or some bullshit when I feel the electric shock of first touch. I imagine him placing his hand on my knee and moving it slowly under my skirt and up my thigh. The mood suddenly shifts to desire and need as I jump up and straddle him in his office chair. We make out hard as I grind on him. His cock is already hard and my pussy is wet. I stop kissing him, make him stand up, and stroke his package while I kiss and bite his neck. Nibbles at first but a hard bite let’s him know I’m ready for the next step: his jeans and boxers. He pulls them down and exposes his thick, European cock. For over a year, I’ve been dreaming of this. His scruffy, gray beard and thick accent whispering sultry things
I push him back against the wall and make him sit. I strip my undies off and straddle his cock. I gently kiss him as I slowly touch the tip of his cock to the lips of my pussy. It isn’t long before he looks intensely at me and I back at him. It’s the moment. He thrusts his cock into me and we both savor it for tens of seconds. Utter shock and pleasure are felt simultaneously in the situation we have both found ourselves in.
I start slowly bouncing on his cock as I unbutton the first couple buttons of my blouse. With this invite, he quickly unbuttons the rest and folds himself into my chest. My bra is off and his mouth are all over them. I can tell there will be bruises in the morning. He knows how to work that tongue and it’s making my body shiver.
I pick up speed and twerk on his cock. He uses his hands to grab my ass. He’s speaking in a language I don’t understand in a more desperate and hungry tone. We’re both close. I look him in the eye and the tension is finally released as he shoots his cum inside of me and I drip onto him. We both breathe heavily and…
BAM! Someone is at my desk and asking me a question. My boss looks at me over my cube walls and our eyes linger slightly longer than they should before he quickly shifts his attention.
At the first free moment, I visit the bathroom and clean up all the cum that I’ve dripped into my undies. My clit is swollen and demands to be touched if I’m to focus. I guess I’ll be taking my lunch break now.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/120ahma/stop_im_trying_to_work_fantasy_f30m55