Monday morning. It had been 2 days since Eric had brought me into his office for tech support and then ended up fucking my ass (among other things) and I was anxious about going back into work. There had been no calls, texts, or emails all weekend and I wasn't sure what that meant. Did he regret what we did? Was he just as nervous as I was?
But it was 7:45am and I didn't have a real excuse to call in sick, so I forced myself to get out of my car and head into the office. I hadn't worn the pleated thigh length skirt from Friday, but I did have on my garter and a flowy knee length skirt with a lace top and cardigan set that hugged my breasts but was still conservative enough for the office.
The walk to my cubicle required me to pass by Eric's office and I stole a peek, not sure if I was actually hoping to see him or not. He wasn't in his office and I breathed a small sign of relief. Our post coital reunion was delayed.
I turned the corner to get into my cubicle, and ran right into Eric. He had been standing in my cubicle with his back to the entrance and I had been so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't notice him until we collided.
"Oh, god, I'm so sorry," I said as he turned.
He smiled and reached out to touch my arm, "are you ok?" He didn't move his hand from my arm and he squeezed it gently.
"Yes," I laughed a little, "just supremely embarrassed. What are you doing here? I mean," I stuttered "do you need me? Um, something? Do you need something?" My recovery was not as smooth as I had hoped and I could feel myself starting to blush.
"Here," he said, handing me a cup with his other hand, "I brought you some coffee. There was an incident on one of the sites this weekend and I was slammed." He stepped in closer and lowered his voice, "otherwise I would have called you."
Relief flooded my body and a smile played on my lips. "I wish you would have had the time," I matched his whispered tone. "I couldn't stop thinking about Friday night all weekend."
He grinned. "You and me both." And he moved his hand down from my arm to grab my hand and squeeze it.
Noises in the office brought us both back to reality. Mondays were busy and the office would be filling up soon. I took the coffee he offered, "do you need any help cleaning up the weekend snafu?"
"Yes, please. You're a lifesaver. Grab your laptop and let's head into my office." He winked. We had a lot of work to do, but hopefully today wouldn't be all work and no play.
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At 2pm, Eric looked up from the spreadsheets and plans spread out all over his desk and glanced at his watch. "Yikes, it's 2 already, we should break for lunch."
I looked up from my laptop and yawned. "Yes, that sounds great. Did you bring your lunch today?"
"No, you?"
"No, I wasn't really thinking about food this morning."
He grinned and I blushed at the unintended implication.
"Well, let's get something. Want to head over to the Club House?" There was a golf course about a mile away from the office and their Club House served mostly salads and sandwiches. It was a common lunch spot for the team.
"Sure, but you're driving." I stood up and stretched. "Let me plug this back in at my desk, I'll be right back." I walked back to my cubicle, plugged in my laptop and grabbed my purse. I turned to head back into Eric's office only to find him standing at the entrance to my cubicle. I let out a small startled gasp.
"I scare you?" he laughed, I was well known in the office for having an overly exaggerated startle reflex. I playfully smacked his arm.
"Yes," I said dryly, "you're terrifying."
He winked and turned, walking toward the exit. I followed and he led the way toward his company truck. The truck was older, with bench seats and manual locks, but the cab was spacious. He had put reflective covering on the back and side windows to help keep the cab cool in the hot Arizona summers. He walked me over to the passenger side to let me in and as I stepped up into the cab I felt his hand gently on my ass. I shivered, I had been craving his touch all day. I sat and turned toward him, he was still standing in the passenger door and he leaned in for a soft kiss. It was fast, the parking lot wasn't deserted and anyone could have been looking from the main building windows, but it sent pulses of pleasure down my body and I felt my nipples harden.
He smiled and closed the door, walked around the cab, and got into the driver's seat.
"Let's go." He put the truck in reverse and we left the parking lot. As we drove, he reached over and placed his right hand on my thigh, pulling up the fabric of my skirt so we were touching skin to skin. I opened my legs wider to encourage the contact. He took the hint and slowly worked his way up my thigh until his fingers reached my panties. I shifted in my seat to give him better access and his fingers made their way under the material to play with my labia, which were swollen and wet thanks to the kiss and his caressing of my thigh.
"Fuck, you're ready, aren't you?" he asked as he used his fingers to stroke my pussy.
"God yes," I replied. "It's too bad we're here already." The golf course was just on our left and the parking lot was mostly empty, so we had missed the lunch rush.
"Yeah, too bad," he agreed as he removed his fingers and licked my juices off of them. "Mmmm, nice appetizer."
I laughed, "perhaps you can try it again later as a dessert."
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I think I will." He grinned at me and parked the truck. We got out and headed into the Club House. He walked just behind me, his hand grazing against my ass as he swung his hand forward when he walked.
We were seated quickly and ordered. We had been here a few times before and knew what we wanted. The waiter brought water and we chatted about the project and the mess we still had to clean up back at the office until the food was brought to our table. We were both starving and so the next few minutes were silent as we ate.
Our meals finished, we paid and got up to leave. Perhaps because he couldn't wait any longer or perhaps because the Club House was mostly deserted, Eric placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked side by side back to the truck. He unlocked the door and opened it for me, this time firmly grabbing my ass as I stepped up in the truck. I paused, halfway in the truck and halfway out, to let him grope me. He was standing just behind me in the near empty parking lot and the passenger window was coated with the reflective covering, so even if someone from the Club House had been looking straight at us, they would not have been able to see Eric fondling my ass.
We couldn't stay like this forever, so after a few moments I got fully into the truck and turned toward him. He leaned in and instead of a kiss, he whispered "take off your panties" then closed the door and walked toward his side.
I quickly complied and reached up to slip my panties off. They were on the floor of the cab when he got in and he smiled when he saw them. "Good," he said, "I'm almost ready for that dessert."
"Here?" I asked incredulously.
"No, not here and not yet. But soon." He put the truck in gear and began to exit the parking lot. His hand found its way back to my thigh and then up toward my pussy. He rubbed my labia and moved his hand up to my clit, gently rubbing as I shifted to give him better access. It was just a few minutes until we were back in the office parking lot, but instead of parking in the main lot, he pulled into the side lot where the cement trucks were parked. All the trucks scheduled for the day were already out on job sites and that side of the yard was devoid of people.
He parked and pulled me close, I slid along the bench seat until we were right next to each other and we shared a kiss. He was eager and the kiss was deep and hard. He broke the kiss and moved downward, kissing my neck as his hands grabbed at my breasts.
I gently broke contact. "Here, let me," I took off my cardigan and slipped my lace camisole over my head. His smile grew wider as he recognized my bra, the same front clasp one from Friday. He unclasped it and released my breasts and began to squeeze them, bending his head down to take each nipple into his mouth. I leaned back a little; the bench seat was roomier than most, but still a truck bench so there was only so far I could go back.
He shifted me so that my back was to the passenger door and gently pushed my ass back so that he had room to bend down to get to my pussy. My left leg was over his shoulder and my right leg up by the steering wheel as he began to eat me out.
He licked up one side of my labia, sucked my clit and then licked down the other side. I moaned loudly every time he touched my clit with his tongue. I enjoyed the teasing but I really wanted his full attention on my clit. He thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy hole and then brought his tongue back to my clit and got to work. He licked, sucked, and nibbled, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh god Eric, yes." I moaned as he increased the pressure. "Fuck, yes I'm going to cum. Don't stop, don't stop, don't..." my voice trailed off as the orgasm hit and my words became an unintelligible mumble.
