Typing the last word in her report, Brianna sighed and glanced at the clock on her desk. It was almost 9pm. She had been so absorbed in finishing her report she had not realized how late it had gotten. She pulled the pins out of her hair, and her thick, raven tresses cascaded down her back. It felt good to let her waist length hair down. Running her fingers through it, she pressed print on her report and headed down the hall to the printer room.
Standing there, waiting on her report to print, Brianna was listening to music with her headphones, and started to sway her hips in time with the song she was listening to. It was slow, sultry, and made her feel sexy. She was so absorbed in the song, she didn't feel him walk up behind her.
Kurt stood there, and watching his coworker dance in front of the printer. Her waist length hair swaying with every movement. His hand itched to wrap up in it, and pull her against him. She had been toying with him for months. He was starting to dream about being inside her, hearing her moan as he entered her soaking wet pussy, her screaming in ecstasy as she soaked his cock in her juices. He was getting hard just thinking about it. His 6'3", 220lb frame, filled up the little room their office printer was in, and she was swaying closer and closer to him. Her ass, at her 5'4" height, was the perfect height to land against his growing cock so he stood still, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
Brianna was still dancing around when she bumped into him. Without turning around, she knew who it was by the smell. His cologne filled her senses, and instantly felt the wetness start to pool between her legs. She had been flirting with Kurt since he started months ago, hoping he would take the hint. He was built like a Scottish highlander and had the passion and attitude that was common in the Italian men in her family. Slowly turning around, Brianna was met with a vision that would have made any woman melt.