It started with a few naughty emails at work.
goldengrace wrote: Thank you for lunch. I don't remember if I thanked you. So thank you.
Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: I SO wanted your pussy for lunch!
Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: You would have enjoyed it. I'm dripping for you.
Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: I will enjoy it as soon as I can get you downstairs and spread your tight bent over ass wide open to lick your dripping pussy.
Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: With all due respect- I think I'll enjoy it more :)
Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: You do have a point.
Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: Well I'm more than ready to suck that beautiful cock of yours until you come down my throat...
Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: You are too good to me. I am headed down now to see if the good room is open.
And a phone call. "I'm downstairs."
At hearing those words my pussy started to throb and drip. Given our situation we're often forced to fill our physical need for each other downstairs in the study rooms at work. It's dangerous. It's stupid. And we can't seem to help ourselves. I'm not sure if the threat of getting caught adds to the excitement for us or not but either way the quickies downstairs are deliciously forbidden, sexy and incredibly hot.
I rush to the elevator, my pulse racing and my panties dripping. I'm not sure if you're up for it or not. Sometimes we just hold one another and kiss, our reasonable rational sides winning out over lust...sometimes. But even so, just holding you for a while will provide me with much needed calm.
As I enter the room I see you leaning against the table looking sexy as hell. When you glance up at me I can't break my gaze away from your intense steel blue eyes. Our bodies pull towards each other like two magnets and suddenly I'm in your arms kissing you, devouring you with my mouth. I feel your cock stir against my hip and my pussy drips in response. Your hands tangle in my hair, run down my back and cup my ass. You squeeze and press me harder against you and I feel your dick grow larger. I can tell it's pressing uncomfortably against the leg of your jeans and needs release. I'm more than willing to give it to you however you want it.
You reach down and roughly turn me around tugging at the button on my slacks as you do.
"What are you doing?" I ask coyly, fully aware of your intent.