They were sitting at the table working when he feels her hand on his thigh. Their eyes meet and she can tell he likes it so she continues. He tries to continue working and grins as she slowly moves her hand up his thigh. She glances up at her colleagues who are working diligently; no one has noticed her movements. She is pleased with herself for being so discreet.
As she continues moving her hand up, she feels his hand. She rubs it gently feeling the hair on it and the ridges of his fingers. She locks her fingers around his and he squeezes her tightly. He lifts his hand, and with hers still on top, he moves their hands over and he grabs her thigh and forcefully rubs it. He can feel her thigh muscle tighten as he rubs it and her legs squeeze together, capturing his fingers between them.
She runs her hand along his arm until she feels his leg again. Her hand finds his crotch and begins to stroke him gently. She can feel him grow in her hand and she squeezes him. He pulses when he feels her squeeze.
His hand is now rubbing her deep on her inner thigh; she moves forward in her chair and looses her breath as he reaches her. She looks at him and mouths something and then excuses herself. Her knees are week as she gets up to leave. When she gets in the hallway, she leans against the brick wall to catch her breath; the coldness of it helps her relax. His touch always makes her completely weak. She could feel her heart almost beating out of her chest and she closes her eyes to calm down. The minute her eyes closed she felt his lips press against hers.
She was so enthralled in the thought of him that she didn't even hear the door close behind him. His soft lips caressed hers as she felt his tongue gracefully lick her. She lifts her chin so she can feel more of his kiss. She slides her hands up his strong arms, pausing on his shoulders, and then moving up to his head. Her hands wrap around his head and she pulls his kiss into her.