“I want your mouth…” reads the subject line of the email. When you click to open it, you barely register the two words “right here” which complete the sentence. The picture in the body of the email says it all anyway. The neckline of my gray knit dress is pulled down exposing one of my full, rounded breasts. Two of my fingers are clamped on either side of the hard nipple, and I’m biting my lower lip. The corners of my mouth are turned up, and you can see a devilish glint in my chocolate-brown eyes. It’s a slow day at work, and, as I’m the only one in the office, I’ve decided to play.
Checking the time you notice it’s nearly lunch. Perfect. You shoot a quick response, “You look fucking incredible!” Popping your head into your bosses’ office, you let him know that you have to run an errand for lunch which may take a little time. It’s a holiday week, business is slow, and you know there won’t be any objections. When the elevator arrives, you step in and punch nine. As you rise from your floor to mine, you pull out your phone to review the picture again. You smirk while contemplating all the areas of my body your mouth will soon roam. The ding of the elevator arriving causes your cock to twitch in anticipation. Your long strides bring you down the hallway in a matter of moments, and then you’re opening the door to my suite. The automatic doorbell chimes, and you hear me call from my back corner office, “Be right with you!”