Short Story

“Nice office.”

“Small but useful.”

“Private.” I say, closing the door.

“Not sound proof.” You remind me. I think, by that grin, that you’re having the same idea I am.

“Really? Pity.” I come around to your side of the desk and drop to my knees, suddenly tire of the pretense that I’m not planning to screw you. I lean up and your lips meet mine in a fiery kiss that pushes my heart rate up. I run my fingers through your hair and open my mouth further so I can taste the cool, sweet cola still lingering on your tongue. Your hands on my face pull me up just a bit and I lean heavily against you to keep from pulling us both down on the floor.

A tap on the door disrupts us and I slide under your desk as you respond. Someone comes in and asks about something you clearly understand. He sits down. I can hear the resigned annoyance in your voice. I get ideas.

I slide my hand up the inside of your thigh. You shift in your chair. Then I squeeze your cock firmly. You jump. You claim to have a leg cramp while trying to push my hand from your zipper.

I have just enough space to fit my head between the desk and your chair. You manage to carry on a brief but technical conversation while I suck your dick to full hardness. Finally, he leaves.

“Close the door again, will you? I need to get some work done.”

Then your hand grips the back of my head. “Oh God, don’t stop.” I wasn’t intending to. I just glad I have a little more space with your chair pushed back. A second knock on the door and I pull your chair back under the desk while you invite another distraction in. This one only last a minute or two but it’s long enough for me to take off my soaked panties. He leaves. You sigh deeply, “We can’t do this here.”

“I have an idea.”

I sit in your lap, facing away from you and loop my legs inside the arms of your desk chair.

“You will ache in the morning, of course.” You laugh softly at me even while moving my hair to kiss the back of my neck.

“It will be worth it.” I sigh as I lift myself up slightly and slip your cock inside me. I gasp when your finger tease my very exposed clit. I lean forward on your desk and experiment with shifting my hips until I find a movement that makes me shiver. Then I slip my head and shoulders back under your desk, resting the palms of my hands on the floor.

“What are you –“ you gasp as I arch my hips down on you and up again. The strokes are shallow but both of us are into it after only a few of them. Your fingers stroking my clit make it impossible for me to maintain any kind of rhythm and I have to bit both lips to stay quite as first my orgasm rolls through me.

“Yes?” I hear you call out yet again. Someone opens the door. I can hear the conversation; I just can’t follow it with you pinching my clit. It dawns on me that my ass must be hidden from everyone but you. You’re being fucked at your desk while you’re working and no one but me knows it. The thought drive another orgasm and I can barely hold still. I hear you cough; your co-worker asks if you’re alright. Suddenly your hand leaves my pussy. One of your drawers opens. Something cold and runny hits the crack of my ass squarely and I squirm silently as it runs both down my back and over my anus. I can feel you throbbing inside me. In a minute, I’m going to cum loudly no matter what.

Your hand, cold, rests gently on my ass cheek. It warms but the touch makes me squirm again and makes my pussy clinch around you.

Then, both your hands rest on my ass and you begin pumping me as hard as the awkward position will allow. I find myself a little lightheaded, swimming in the rush of blood and bliss. I hold back as much as I can but I cannot suppress a quiet whimper as you empty into me.

We sit there – slump there – for another few minutes before the throbbing of my head and the age of my hips conspire to make me move. Getting out of the position is much more awkward than getting in it and we both laugh softly.

I’m standing beside you and we are both trying to determine where my underwear went when yet another knock sounds on your door.

“Oh, sorry. Steve said you were alone.”

“It’s ok. I just dropped by to say hi. I can see you’re busy today.” I pick up my purse. I can feel our mixed juices running down my leg. I hear you sniff; I’ll bet you can smell them. “I’ll just run along now. If you find that thing of mine, Sweetie, keep it for me.”

“Oh, I shall.” You respond with that wicked grin. “I shall.”

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