RING! RING! "Come on Meg, pick up. Hi Meg, it's me. Are you busy? Chatting with you yesterday made me horny. I woke up several times last night with a hard, aching cock. I have to see you. No, later won't do. I'm coming over right now. I know. I know it's risky. I won't stay long and no one there knows me, so they will think I am just another of your many appointments. What are you wearing? A skirt. Good. Here's what I want you to do. Close your door. Take off your panties. Sit in your desk chair. Play with your pussy so that it is hot and ready when I get there. Pay special attention to your clit, stroke it gently, pretend your finger is my tongue. Slide your fingers down and play with your cunt lips, tease yourself, stroke between the lips, get those juices flowing. Slip a finger or two inside yourself so you can feel the warmth and the wetness. Slowly fuck those fingers in and out, all the time imagining that it is my cock instead of your fingers. Keep that up until I arrive. Do not make yourself cum. I want you excited, on the verge of cumming when I get there. I will be there in ten minutes. No, no protest. I am on the way. Click."
On the drive over I stroke my cock through my pants. Visions of your fingers stroking your wet pussy dance in my head. I force myself to concentrate on driving, but the feel of my fingers wrapped around my cock draws my thoughts back to you, to us, joined together, my cock buried deep inside you, engulfed by your inner heat. Finally, I am there. I park, then bound up the steps to the floor where your office is located. No one questions me as I wend my way through the corridors until I stand before your office door. I knock, then open the door. Your hand comes up to your desktop as I enter, and your look of surprise changes to delight when you see that it is me rather than someone else. I close the door behind me. No lock? This may be riskier than I thought. Oh well.