o[f]fice sexual tension daydrea[m]

The sexual tension is almost too much to handle. The subtle brush of an arm, touching knees under conference room tables, off handed comments whispered to turn the other on. There have been “jokes” of mutual masturbation, spanking, punishments…

Maybe one day we will finally be the only ones left in the office. I’ll saunter downstairs into your office. The hallway dark, everyone will have gone home for the day.

My 38DD tits will look inviting in a tank top, complimenting my round ass in my pencil skirt and heels. Earlier, we were in an important meeting together sneaking eye contact across a crowded room. Now, as I walk into your office you make no secret of staring right at my tits. I smile,
I know I finally have you right where I want you.

“Hey.” you’d say, trying to look me in the eye.

“Hi, it’s quiet down here.”

“I know, I had to stay and finish this memo.”

“Let me see…” I say as I move past you, lean over your desk to read the computer, my ass out.

“Mmm…”

“Yes?” I’d prompt you.

“Oh nothing, I am just enjoying the view.”

I’d smile to myself as I wordlessly shift my pencil skirt slightly up my ass. Now you can see my ass cheeks, big and round, peeking out from my lace bikini under my skirt. “Fuck.” I hear you say.

“Something wrong?” I ask as I glance over my shoulder. I can see a bulge in your pants. I wonder how big you are. I want you inside me.

“Not a thing…” And suddenly, I feel your hand on my ass. I gasp at your touch. I’ve longed for you to touch me for so many months. My skin lights on fire from where your hand lightly runs against me.

I wiggle my skirt farther up, revealing more of my ass as your hand explores it. Ever so lightly you reach forward and run your hand up my slit. I cry out softly. I don’t know if I’ll last two seconds of you touching me, this has been so built up inside me.

Then you stop. “We … we cant. We can’t do this. We are coworkers.”

I had a feeling you’d panic. Okay, I say. I straighten up my skirt. Stand up and perch myself on the side of your desk. You sit back in your chair. We sit in silence for a moment, reveling in it.

“You’re hard.” I note out loud, smiling devilishly at him.

“I bet you’re wet.” He challenges back.

I spread my legs ever so slightly, staring right at him as I take my hand, slid it up my thigh, into my panties and up my slit. When I reach my clit I audibly sigh and quiver. He stands up, and positions himself in front of me. “Let me feel you.” I remove my hand as he puts his exactly where I want them. As he dips his hands inside my pussy, I squirm on his desk against him. He rubs my clit with his thumb while he pulses in and out of me.

And then, ever the tease, he stops. He takes his hand out of my panties. But before he can say or do anything else, I take his finger that was just inside me and I put it in my mouth and lick it absolutely dry of my juices. His face is one of shock, pleasure and arousal.

Any hesitation he had is gone. He grabs me and kisses me deeply. I grab for him as we make out hot and heavy, me sitting on his desk and him standing between my legs. I reach for his belt buckle and undo it, dropping his suit pants to the floor. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls out his cock.

“Please please fuck me,” I beg.

He groans, pulls my skirt all the way up, my panties to the side and slides inside me. I gasp as he finally fills up my wanting pussy. My legs wrapped around him he fucks me hard on his desk. He isn’t patient. We have both thought of this, gotten off to it, wanted it, teased it for months. He takes me roughly and savagely and I love every second of it as I get fucked like the teasing slut I am.

He finally cums in me, collapses against me. We breathe heavily into each other until he slides himself out of me. We make eye contact and smile at each other.

“You’re right,” I say. “We definitely can’t do this.” And we both laugh.

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