Yesterday, she was left behind in the lunch-room, with a wet pussy aching to be used. Today, she had one thing on her mind. She was going to see him again, and she wanted to used, completely.
He came into his work as usual, and walked straight into the elevator, and exited on the 3rd floor.
Walking down the corridor to his work station he noticed a sign on one of the senior's office, it read:
"Away until the 16th, please contact me via..."
The door was ajar. He pushed the door open with his fingers. No-one was there, the lights were off, no bags, and a dark computer screen. It was an empty room. His mind instantly ran to her. Thinking how useful an empty room could be the next time he sees his cute little toy.
He continued on to his workstation, emptied his bag, logged onto the computer and checked the work 'group chat'. Everyone was meeting for lunch at the same time and in the same room. The same room where he turned his beautiful colleague, into a hot and wet, submissive mess.
1 o'clock came, lunch. They all met in the room. They were already in the room when he walked in, she was there.
He internally shouted the first word that came into in his head; "FUCK!"
She looked a perfect balance of cute and sexy, as per usual. But today, she was smart; no buttons, no zips, no awkward clothing, just a; thin white top, black bra, and a little black skirt. A tight, little black skirt - there seemed to be no difference between the shape of the skirt and her legs, it was very thin.
She looked at him with flirty eyes, smiled, and said 'Hi!', along with everyone else. Her eyes stayed on him for a little longer. Then she went back to her talkative friend.
He sat down, starring at her.
She knew he was, how could he not stare? She knew how good she looked.
Her legs were crossed, perfectly formed legs wrapped around each other. Her back was upright in the chair. Her body was tight- she had immaculate proportions. All the simplicity of her outfit highlighted the most beautiful face he's ever seen, hers.
He thought to himself, "I'm starring too long ...it's what she wants".
He was right, she loved being watched, wanted, being mentally undressed, pinned against a surface and used. He knew this, and his inner monologue described how he wanted to stretch her little cunt out.
Her friend was talking to her about a trip she had went one, describing the pictures as she scrolled though her phone.
"Oh show me!!" she said excitedly, knowing his eyes were still on her.
As she said this, her friend skipped over to her side, they both looked at the phone, but not before she gave him one last look in his eyes.
Then she spread her legs, revealing a tiny black frilly piece of cloth covering her pussy. She knew he was looking, she knew what she was doing to him.
His eyes widened, fixed on her pretty little pussy. She wanted him to lose control, and that's exactly what she was getting.
He knew she loved it. He thought she was probably wet. He wanted to make her soak her pathetic excuse for underwear and put it in her mouth, gag her with it has he plunges his cock deep in her.
"Naughty little girl", he thought. He wanted her now. Right now. His mouth was salivating at the sight of her pussy.
Lunch carried on, not much was said.
"Are you okay? You look a little frustrated" she teased him with a smile.
Her friend had no idea what was going on between them. It didn't even cross her mind, why would it? No one had the slightest clue what was happening between their friends.
Her friend was trying to find the cause of his frustration, in an attempt to make a joke. The two girls laughed, but her friend couldn't see her showing off her underwear to him.
Every time they locked eyes, it was like they were having their own secret conversation.
Lunch was over. They went to their separate floors.
Hours had passed. Then he heard a familiar voice behind him.
It was her, she had no reason to be on his floor, it just an attempt to make sure she was never out of his mind, she didn't have to, she was all he thought about for the past 48 hours, and he couldn't get the image of her underwear out of his mind.
She was behind his chair, asking another colleague for some office equipment. The content of their conversation was a blare to him, all he could think about was having his way with her. She left the room, but not without giving him one last look- the kind they had in the lunchroom.
Another hour had passed, he couldn't take it anymore. He was getting hard at his desk, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Images rushed through his mind of her bending over, and opening her legs for him. He wanted her, right now. He was going to her floor.
He marched out the doors, down the steps, and into the large room where she, and some others, worked.
Upon entering, observed the room. Just enough shelves, desks, and distance from her other colleagues, they couldn't see her: perfect.
She was stood up at her work station. She looked amazing from behind.
He walked up behind her, she didn't notice him. He leaned into her left ear and simultaneously put his right hand on her arm and gripped it tight. She jumped in surprise, but stayed upward, stiff and obedient. If they were going to talk, they had to talk in whispers.
"You've been a very naught girl" he whispered.
"I know, you s-" she replied with a smirk.
"Don't move and stay quiet" he spoke with authority, with his hand still on her arm.
