Her eyes glazed over at Tim’s droning on, “We need to come up with a solution, our clients will never be satisfied with this! Come on now, where are all your great ideas?”
“Mmhm”, she muttered, cumming would probably help her focus. Or was that why she was distracted, the need for it? Lazily she gazed out the glass wall of the meeting room to the people walking by outside. Behind the buzz of Tim’s ranting she heard the bright steady clicking of a keyboard. Her eyes landed on the typer, Tyler. He was in her training group first day on the job. Sweet, determined. He had that familiar determined look on his face as his fingers swiftly landed on the keys, then a pause, for contemplation, then the clicking would resume. A shock of his hair fell across his forehead; the clicking rhythm broke as he swiped at it. His hair was always so perfectly coiffed, infuriatingly so in fact. Secretly she always had a temptation to mess it up…but alas, they weren’t that close. He was hot, too hot for his own good. And she knew better than to start drama that could damage her reputation. She squirmed and crossed her legs realizing that her daydreaming had been making the chair wet.
“Ideas ideas anyone? Jessie, any leads, any at all? Her attention snapped back to the room with jolt and a slight blush.
“I… I am working on it, I think I just need to uh… clear my head to get some fresh ideas.”
“Ok, but we need to think of something soon, our deadline is Friday.”
She nodded, collecting her awareness as the meeting’s participants emptied the room. Once the coast was clear she quickly wiped up her chair and dripping pussy. Damn, she thought, of all the days to not wear panties. Groaning in frustration, both of the work and pussy persuasion, she perched on the edge of the desk, dress pitched above her knees -a tantalizing view from the right angle- staring hopelessly at the whiteboard.
“Knock knock”, Tyler peered his head into the room, “heard some of that, sounded like Tim was pounding you guys pretty hard.”
“U..uhh” pounding what just what she needed. Ugghgh. Be professional Jessie… she coughed to cover her dirty thoughts. “Oh yeah, we’re behind on the project and just can’t figure out how to solve this.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. She looked away hastily hoping he couldn’t read her scandalous thoughts.
“Well maybe I can help. May I?” He reached to take the dry erase marker out of her hand. she held her breath as his fingers grazed hers.
He turned his back and faced the whiteboard and began to outline the project as a starting point. He already knew the project, he already knew a lot of things. Most of what she had learned on the job she had learned from him, from reading his papers and observing him work, even though she doubted he knew it.
She wondered if he knew of her little crush.
She leaned back on the desk to get a good view of him from behind. Chewing on her pen as she surveyed his body. His muscles flexed as his hand flicked the marker. She wanted to nibble on his biceps. His neck was exposed and cleanly trimmed… she wanted to nibble on that too. He turned and motioned for her to join him at the board.
Compliant, and wanting to smell his cologne she bounced up to peer over his shoulder.
“What do you think about this approach?” He asked.
Frantically scanning the board to catch up, she leaned in front of him to write a couple addendums on the board, accidentally brushing across his pecs with her shoulder, and startled that his chest was hard as steel, she jumped and bumped her head into his chin. “Ow! Watch it tiger” he chuckled.
“OMG I’m so sorry!” Putting her hand on his chest in apology “…and you’re being so helpful, but it’s late and I don’t think I have any brain power left today”
He glanced out the glass wall to see the last two people leaving the office for the day. They both glanced down to realize that her hand was still resting on his chest.
She deliberated internally for an excruciatingly long millisecond, “this is a workplace what are you doing? You don’t even know if he likes you. …buuuut, what if he does?”
Delirious from the scent of his body and her overwhelming need for him, she grabbed a handful of his shirt pulling him closer. Pausing to see if he was ok with it, she kissed him softly. He threw his arms behind her head and pulled her lips in deeper.
“Finally” he said with a smirk as he pushed her back against the white board and pulled her legs around his waist. Her soft fingertips teased the back of his neck while her warm breath led to tingling kisses at the nape. Their hungry moans echoed off the glass walls.
Her hands caressed his body finding their way down to his zipper. She traced the outline of his cock with her fingers, finding it hard and throbbing with eagerness. Undoing his pants she pulled them down until she was on her knees. The tip of his cock poking out of the slit in his boxers was too tempting for her to resist. She held his balls and teased the tip with her tongue causing him to close his eyes and moan. “Omg what is that?” Used to being praised for her unique technique and skill she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes and smirked as she took his entire shaft into her mouth batting her eyelashes at him while she performed magic tongue tricks on his tortured cock. He admired the new view noticing that her dress had fallen off her shoulder exposing her perky B cups and hard dainty nipples. She held the base of his shaft in a way that teased and coaxed the cum to throb up and down edging him near orgasm, caressing it against her supple breasts.
She kissed her way back up his body as he gasped to recover his composure. “Wow” he kissed her lips which glistened with precum.
Pressing her body against him she stood with his cock just under her dripping pussy, her dress draped over the evidence, the head tapping at her entrance with each of their hungry moaning kisses.
“I really hope no one else is still here!” Jessie giggled.
“Worth it!” Tyler set her on the desk and placed his face between her thighs kissing them up and down.
Her pussy gushed all over the table and his tongue as he licked it up as fast as he could. “Mmmm. you taste delicious, I think I’ll skip dinner and just have dessert.” She pushed his head into her as she moaned in bliss. He brought her close to release, only to pull back and kiss her thighs, stomach, breasts, neck… – over and over each round more intense than the last.
“I want to feel you inside me” she moaned.
He grinned, “Your wish is my command my liege!”
She giggled, then gasped, eyes glazed in pleasure as she felt every ridge of him inside her. His hands firmly grasped her waist and his tongue expertly fondled her nipples as he pounded her into extacy. Her breath quickened and her full breasts bounced as her quaking orgasms shook the table reverberating on the glass walls.
He had been holding back his own orgasm as best he could but couldn’t take more after seeing her orgasm.
“Let me taste it” she begged, weakly climbing down off the table to wrap his cock in her warm mouth. With one flick of her tongue he let out a moan and rope after rope of cum gushed down her throat, some spilling out and down her neck.
After collecting themselves, Tyler grabbed a tissue and cleaned her up where his cum spilled. Exhausted they laid on the floor, Jessie’s head on his chest.
“Well… didn’t think that would ever happen!” She laughed, “and I think I figured out the project, so thank you”
“Oh anytime” he winked. “Wanna get some ice cream?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o7kwu9/pounding_produces_productivity_fm_slow_burn