It had been over ninety degrees all week, and so it was great to finally be able to break away from the office for lunch. The two women were enjoying their lunchtime margaritas and Lomo Saltado, as they stared at the group of construction workers across the street from the restaurant. Lisa made no attempt to hide who she had eyes for, while he devoured his burrito in the sweltering heat.
"Jesus, Donna, I would eat that man alive if he asked me to."
"Well, I'd be more than happy to entertain his friends if you need me to. Judging by the way you both looked at each other, that might not be that farfetched. When did you say Darren was getting back from his work trip?"
"Not soon enough. I don't know what's up with him, anyway. He hasn't properly fucked me in months. He is probably fucking some slut from his office."
"Stop it. You need me to take him off your hands for a night. I'll break that fine man in for you. He will be licking your feet by the time I'm finished with him."
"You're crazy, and if you could help him lick my pussy the right way, then he's all yours."
"You forget, I've seen you two in action before; maybe, you just need some alone time to get that proper fucking on."
The women ordered another round of margaritas and continued watching the men in sweltering summer heat.
Shortly after the waiter dropped off the drinks, the man who they jokingly referred to as Tattoo, took off his shirt, and slowly glanced back at the ladies as his neck tattoo perfectly glistened in the sun.
"Fuck me! I've never wanted to fuck a man's neck before, is that even a thing?" Lisa asked.
"I believe it is referred to as going spread-eagle on his neck eagle," replied Donna, as she felt her neatly trimmed pussy hairs stand on end.
And on that note, the women asked for the check, and began to make their way back to the office.
The air conditioning in the elevator felt incredible on the way up to the eleventh floor. As the doors opened, Lisa was greeted by the maintenance man John, whom she secretly had a crush on.
"Hi John, I can't take this heat today. Any chance we can make it snow in my office this afternoon?"
"You know I can't say no to you, but that might be tough. I'll come by later to see what I can do."
"Thanks John."
John was an attractive middle-aged man, and the running joke amongst female employees was that he was born to mop floors, and wax ass.
It was a summer Friday, and the office was a ghost town, as everyone had already left for the day. The combination of air-conditioned privacy and her boozy lunch, made Lisa incredibly horny. Her nipples hardened as she walked past the cubicles, as she made her way towards her corner office.
Once inside, she quickly shut and locked the door behind her, pressed her ass firmly up against the door, hiked her skirt up just above her waistline, pulled her panties completely to the side, and started to play with herself.
With two fingers circling her clit, she leaned on all fours across the couch and imagined the tattooed man's hard cock filling up her pussy with long deep thrusts, while his strong, callused hands smacked her ass to another orgasm. The thought of his throbbing hammer moving in and out of her little pussy brought her to another state of ecstasy. Then with four fingers deep inside her pussy, her other hand firmly covering her mouth, she felt another orgasm edging in, and she quickly rolled over, pinning her legs into missionary, as she let out another burst of pleasure.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice knocking at the door. "Lisa, I'm here to inspect the wall unit. Is now a good time?"
"Yes, John, now is a better time than ever... one minute, please." She repositioned herself on her desk making sure to give him a proper view. "I'm ready for you, John, come inside."
