She sat at her desk staring at the clock on the telephone. She could not stop thinking about the email he sent her. "Come to my desk at lunch....Everyone else left for the restaurant. No one is around." And the last brief sentence triggered another anxious wave of need, "Take off your panties." She quickly hit the Lunch Out tab on the digital timecard when the clock on the telephone displayed 12:00 PM. She turned her chair to block the view of the ladies walking past her cubicle on their way to the parking lot. Then, still sitting, she reached up under her mid-thigh length, snug-fitting skirt and rolled her thong down her legs. As she stood up from the chair, the material of her skirt brushed softly against her skin. She thought about his email again and then she felt a sudden wet trickle slide out of her aching pussy down her thighs. She walked unsteadily out of her cubicle to the double doors that led to the stairs up to the main floor, oozing juice all the way. She wanted him to fill her aching hole, but they were in an office building with cameras mounted in every corner and at every doorway. Some of the cameras caught her journey to the Claims Department on the first floor, but she did not care--no one was monitoring them over the noon hour. But someone would review the recordings at 1:30, after lunch. She had to hurry. He was waiting for her.
He was waiting for her in his cubicle. His cubicle walls were much higher than hers. Standing in her cubicle, she could be seen from the waist up; standing in his cubicle, people would have to walk through the door opening to know whethe or not anyone was inside. As soon as she appeared in the door opening, he stood up. She looked around her to be sure no one was close, and then she walked inside. Everyone was at lunch, so they had the entire level to themselves, at least for the moment. When he stood, she again admired his toned body through his Dockers dress pants and Ralph Lauren polo. He had lost the use of one arm in a motorcycle accident a few years before, but he was still an extremely attractive man. She never really noticed the special sling he wore for that arm anymore. She only noticed his hard penis stretching to break free from behind the material of his pants. As she stared at it, more juice sluced from her swollen pussy. She had never gotten wet for a man before. NEVER! She was not a virgin, but no one had ever made her pussy juice up as this man and his emails did.
