I smile at you as I walk past your glass walled office. You smile back. There is no need to pop in and say good morning.
As I turn into my office, I hear the familiar sound of high heels on the tiled floor behind me. As I drop into my chair, you appear in the doorway, the two cups of coffee you carry have become a handy 'accessory' for you to come to my office when I arrive. You take a step into the office and with your hip, nudge the door shut, before walking towards my desk. In those few steps I can take every part of you in. It has become a daily ritual we both enjoy to the point of absolute obsession.
As always you are dressed immaculately; formal yes but with simmering sexuality that has me hooked on you. Your dark shoulder length hair, loose but neat. The smoky makeup accentuates your large seductive brown eyes, your full lips emblazoned with fiery red lipstick. You are wearing a stylish charcoal coloured dress I have not seen before. Knee length and fitted to accentuate your boobs and curves. It has large pale grey buttons running down the front. The assemble is complete with black stockings (I know without needing to check!), and classic style stiletto heels.
You have deliberately undone plenty of buttons to ensure I get the message loud and clear to what you expecting from me. As you move around to lean against my desk, the skirt flares to reveal ample thigh and the hint of the lacey tops of your nylons. The anticipation of what to expect when driving to the office is always a turn on, but seeing you never fails to feed my desire to have you. The hunger grows.
You snap me back to the present, lewd thoughts for the moment paused, as you hand me my coffee. With shaking hand, I endeavour to take a sip. You giggle lightly enjoying the effect you know you have on me.
The welcoming coffee is a 'happy accident'. A few weeks before, you were already in work, I came in and went to my desk as usual and as I settled in you walked in with coffees to discuss a marketing plan, nothing more. There was more to us by this stage, but we had decided, despite the frustration and want, the workplace was off limits. Away from the office we would enjoy the opportunities to explore and feed our indulgent pleasures. Lunchtimes had become our erotic playground.
It had become apparent over the following weeks that actually we had a reasonable amount of time to ourselves before everyone else started to turn up for work. The coffee became the intro into our day. Work projects had given way to personal plans, the day ahead and crucially, was lunchtime free.
It was inevitable I guess that we started to feel more relaxed knowing we had this precious time alone. We started to steal a tentative quick kiss. Not long it was several more kisses. No surprise when we landed full on tongue fucking snogs.
We now quietly ignore the one golden rule, not at work, forgotten to feed our hunger for each other, tease us, frustrate us. The hours of the morning have become agony, because of our deliberate provocation. When the lunch break comes around, we are at each other at the first opportunity. We do nothing to stop our total sexual demand for each other, pleasure and fulfilment.
Despite everything I have said, we have not gone beyond kissing in the office as much as I know we both want to. Two colleagues (married to other partners) caught kissing would be embarrassing and just feeds the rumour mill. Two colleagues caught in some sexual act, very embarrassing, sackable offence and probably worse.
I finally give up on trying to drink the coffee and carefully place it on the desk. You grin triumphantly at me, clearly pleased with yourself.
"Good morning" you say chirpily, before bending down to engage in a sensuous lingering probing kiss. We both enjoy this first intimacy. My hard cock seems to become stiffer, certainly uncomfortable. I feel a certain relief as you pull away and lean back against the desk.
You continue and straight to the point "Lunchtime?"
"Yes" I reply and smile at you, the anticipation already flooding my mind with hot images. Even in these first moments together, lunchtime is just not soon enough.
I look you up and down before returning to your eyes. "New dress?" I ask.
To be honest I have no idea but a lead in for me. You look at me questionably and open your mouth to reply, but no words come out, as you are distracted and your eyes drop from mine to my hand that I have placed on your hip. As I move my hand down over your curves, your eyes return to stare at mine. Transfixed you can feel the touch as I move my hand down and across your thigh. I slide my hand until I feel the thin band of suspender that is obvious under your skirt. Naturally my hand moves down following the strap to your stocking top. I give a firm squeeze of your thigh that sends a noticeable shudder through you, before I let my hand drop from you. "Soft material" I add quietly.
We continue to stare at each for what feels an eternity. My lame approach to teasingly touch you doesn't seem to have had any adverse reaction. I move my hand to your knee and start to slide my hand up over nylon. Your skirt gather around my arm as my hand reaches firm thigh, the texture change of stocking top before reaching silky smooth naked thigh. You suck deep and shudder slightly as my fingers touch bare skin. I stop and hesitate
