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.