Deep in thought and hard at work, you hear ever so dimly "...to the front desk, please." And realize it's your name over the loudspeaker.
Wondering what it could be about (maybe a mistake on your time card?), you pause in your duties and walk through the shop, noticing the few employees around. Passing through the office to the front desk, you notice that all of the office personnel have gone for the day and the see the cleaner heading to the cafeteria for a break.
Around the corner to the front desk, I'm waiting for you. With the kind of grin I want to smack right off your face, you ask me what's up.
Wordlessly, I point under my desk. As I move aside to let you pass, you notice that I'm wearing a skirt, and I quickly slide it up my legs so you can see the stockings I wear underneath it. As you settle under the desk, I slide my chair back in, wedging you tightly and leaving you nothing to look at but my legs and panties. You start to nuzzle my thighs and reach up to pull them down, when I slap your hands and say "Tongue and teeth only." So you grip both hands around my ass and pull me in close, running your tongue along both sides, up the center of my mesh panties, tasting me for the first time. A moan escapes your lips, and I feel it in my clit, causing me to place a hand on the back of your head. You breathe in, smelling me, tasting me, and snake your tongue under the elastic of my panties, hoping for a better taste of my pussy. With your teeth, you try to move them out of the way, but succeed only in moving both sides to the center, splitting my pussy like a ripe peach. Your tongue searches for my clit, and you find it. With a gasp, I lean back in my chair, spreading my legs further apart. You can feel the silk of my stockings on both sides of your face as your hands hold me in place so you can flick your tongue in lazy laps up and down the lips of my pussy.
