Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual content.
Author's Note: This is written for open minded, mature adults, who are interested in erotic stories, NOT for people who are OFFENDED by such stories.
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It was late; it had been a hard day at work. We were the only two left in the building. Sitting at my desk, I could see her on the other side of the office. She was someone who liked to dress to show her assets, today she was wearing a low cut shirt, which showed a hint of cleavage and a skirt which had a long split up her thigh. I was taking her in with my eyes, wondering, when she turned her head and smiled at me.
We had been doing this dance for months, sharing stories, passions and desires. Our mobile phones were our only tie to each other, to our fantasies. At work we acted as we always did, colleagues, mates! But I knew at work she was looking at me as I was watching her.
She had turned up her music on her computer and was completely engrossed in her work. I'd had enough, and knowing we were alone was distracting me. Our conversations were hot, open and being the only two here had my imagination working on overdrive.
I walked over to her desk to see what she was working on. Standing behind her I placed my hand on her shoulder, I felt her body move under my touch. I looked at her computer, she wasn't working, she was writing again. She turned, looked at me and smiled. One of her loves was writing erotic stories, and I was lucky enough that she shared them with me. They were out of this world, actually causing a physical reaction when I read them.