I hate working late. Stupid 9 to 5 job is supposed to end at 5! Why did I ever take up a white collar job? Screw the money, office work sucks. I don't care if they've given me my own office; everyone here gets their own office! Admittedly this should only take another 30-45 minutes before I can go home and be with you. I can't wait. Ah well, time to go back to work.
*Knock* *Knock*
I don't know who this would be. Most of the other people have already left the office. "Come in." I continue to work listening to the sound of the door closing and being locked as footsteps approach my desk.
"Hi hon!"
I look up from my work to see you standing there at the side of my desk. You're dressed in office clothes: a white button down blouse, a short black skirt, and black stockings encased in pumps. I stare at your smiling face.
"Hey! Why are you here? I'll be home in about an hour. What are you doing here?"
You step around the desk some more so you are right next to my chair.
"I couldn't wait for you."
"Hon, I have to finish this. I know you want me home and trust me I want to go home as fast as possible, but I have work."
"I know," you saying while lean over the chair slightly, "But couldn't wait that long."
You smile at me and kiss me. I break the kiss knowing that the more involved I get, the longer I'll be here.
"I'm sorry, I can't. I got to finish this. It won't be that long."
"And neither will I," you say cutting me off.
You reach your hand down and lay your palm in my crotch. You begin to gently rub the bulge there.
"It'll just be a quickie."
I try to stay focused.
"Hon," I stammer.
"Come on!" you plead.
"I need this. And, from what I'm sensing, so do you."
My cock is beginning to get hard under your hand movements.
"Please," you say, reaching your hand up to my zipper.
You slowly begin to pull it down and I make no motion to stop you.
"You've had a long day and deserve some relaxation."
"I....I...."
I can't respond. You have already fished my cock out and are stroking my semi-erect organ.
"It'll be quick?"
I ask, trying to demonstrate some sort of control of the situation. You step so you are straddling my left leg. You reach down to the hem of your skirt and tantalizing begin to raise it. The moments pass like hours as I watch your stocking encased legs become more visible. I love the way your legs look like that, wrapped in the tight black material; stretched and taunt like the calves and thighs beneath them. I notice that your stocking becomes a solid black and my eyes widen as the creamy flesh of your thigh is exposed. My eyes follow the garter line up your thigh, tracing the contour of your delicious skin. My eyes bulge out of my skull as I next see the red teddiete you are wearing underneath your sexy clothes. My cock twitches in your hand with excitement. You hold your skirt up to your belly so I can see your crotch. The red material hugging your smooth stomach and pulling up into those bald, moist pussy lips. I can smell your sex. You release my cock and use that hand to unsnap the buttons covering your pussy.
"Feel it," you command while returning your hand to my now rock hard cock.
I tentatively reach forward. I bring my hand to your inner thigh and slowly let my fingers wander further up. I watch your head reel back as I reach your moist hole. I can feel the cum already covering your lips and I rub them, working the cum into your flesh. I listen to you breathe as I slowly sink my finger in.
"You are really wet."
You bring your head back and stare into my eyes.
"So, a quickie then?"
I nod and your smile grows ten times. You release my cock and spin around. You bend over slightly as I turn my chair more out from the desk; my hard cock standing straight up. You reach behind you and grasp it. Slowly, you begin to sit down in my lamp, guiding my cock to your waiting slit. But you stop when the head touches your lips. You begin to rub it around, getting it wet. You then bring it up to your clit and rub the head in a circle over your hard bud.
"Quickie?"
"Fine."
You bring my cock back to your pussy and slowly begin to slide down it. I gasp as the head enters your warm enfolds. You get about one-third in and then you begin to move up and down just this third; letting your juices run down my cock. Suddenly, you slide down the entire length. Both of gasp as you take me all the way. I wrap my hands around your tummy and hold you still for a second, letting my cock twitch inside your shaking pussy. Your skirt has flopped down, covering our crotches. When we calm down, I release you. You begin to ride me; setting a modest pace. You lean back to kiss me as you wrap your arm around my neck. I reach up with my hands and allow them to explore your chest as your tongue explores me mouth. I cup your breasts through your blouse and begin to squeeze them. I hear you moan in my mouth. I undo the top few buttons, enough to work my hands inside. I palm your encased breasts, rubbing your hard nipples with the center of my palm. I love the feeling of this material.
You break our kiss so you can lean forward more. This also causes you to increase the pace. I look over your shoulder; the rep top part of the teddiete contrasted against the white of your shirt is so erotic. I use the silky material to rub the tips of your nipples, hearing you moan as I do so. I can feel you quicken your pace, enjoying the stimulation. I slide my hands down to your hips to help you with the stroke, bringing you farther up before slamming you back down into my lap. Both of us are approaching orgasm.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Hey! You in there?"
I hear a voice from outside call.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Anyone?!?"
I hear the call again. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Not now! Why are you knocking now?!? I begin to slow down your movements, pulling you closer to me so you can't move as much or as fast.
"Ignore it,"
I hear you say, noticing that we've slowed down.
"I can't. I have to answer it."
"Hon, please. I'm so close."
"So am I, but I have to."
"Just a little more. Please! Can't you feel how close I am?"
Of course I can.
"I need to cum!"
So do I, but not now.
"I'll be right there," I call, ending the debate.
"Fuck! Where I am supposed to go?"
You angrily ask as I push you up from me.
"I dunno," I frantically reply while zipping up my pants.
I watch you straighten out your skirt and shirt as I head over to the door.
"We'll finish this later. Just hide under the desk."
"What?!?"
"Just do it. Please? I promise, we'll finish later."
"We better," you say and I can hear all the frustration in your voice.
I watch you crawl under the desk before I open the door.
"Tom! What a pleasant surprise."
Tom walks into my office as I quickly hurry back to my chair and roll close to the desk; hoping that he didn't see the huge tent in my pants.
"What's going on? Why was your door locked?"
"Oh, I must have done it accidentally when I came back from the bathroom. So.....why are you still here? I mean, I'm just finishing up some work,"
I say while holding up some papers to emphasize the point.
I feel you shift underneath the desk. I quickly look down to see if you're all right. I see you on your knees smiling up at me with a certain devilish twinkle in your eye. I don't think I like where this is going.
"Oh, you know. Just finishing up some work myself."
I feel your hand on my zipper. No, I definitely don't like where this is going. But I can't stop you. I can't just swat your hand away. What the hell would that look like to my senior; the guy who kind of is my boss or the go-between guy between me and my actual boss.
"Actually, I was just on my last set of papers."