Monday. I had spent the weekend wondering what was going to happen when we all returned to work on Monday. I had pleasured myself so many times my clit was sore with the work-out thinking of all the possibilities of the coming week. I strode confidently into the office and greeted the boys with a smile. It was clear Simon had informed them of my escapades in my office. Their grins widened as they took in my frame. In anticipation of what I hoped would be an eventful day, I had worn the shortest, tightest mini skirt I owned. The taunt navy fabric barely covered my arse. If I bent over it definitely would not have. I complimented the look with a loose white cotton blouse that was relatively see-through, especially since I wore my black lacy bra underneath.
The boys kept finding reasons to enter my office throughout the day. Jason brought me files that I really didn't need. He placed them on my glass desk, leaning over to view my legs under the table. The bulge in his pants told me he liked what he saw. The full length of my legs was clearly visible, with my skirt exposing a hint of pink silk from my underwear. Jason gulped before catching my eyes and leaving the room.
Matt came in to ask a question that there was no way I would know the answer to. He stood at the doorway, with a clear view of my crossed legs under my desk. Keeping his gaze, I relaxed my knees letting them fall apart and giving Matt a glimpse of my silk clad pussy. The idea of these guys seeing more of me had made me wet and Matt could see my excitement on the pink silk. He took a moment, breathed deep, then returned to the conference room.
It was lunchtime before Simon came into the office. He brought me a coffee just the way I liked it, two sugars, lots of froth. He walked around the table to stand behind me. Leaning over my shoulder he placed the mug on the desk beside my hand. As he pulled back his fingers grazed my arm and my breast. I pushed my chest into his hand, willing him to touch me more. He grasped my breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh beneath my blouse. My eyes closed and I relaxed in the chair, my head falling back onto his chest. His other hand moved to grab my waiting breast, kneading and moulding it in time with the other. He pinched my nipples between his fingers and pulled them away from my body. I moaned, which only served to encouraged him more as he squeezed harder.
I moved my hands behind my chair to find his crotch. I could feel the hardening muscle constrained by the jeans he had chosen to wear today. Boardshorts would have worked so much better. My hand massaged the lump as he continued to play rough with my breasts. I leaned my head back further to look into his eyes and licked my lips. He smiled and spun my chair around so I was facing him, at the perfect height. He resumed the assault on my breasts as I freed his hard cock from his jeans. It was a beautiful muscle. Circumcised, neatly trimmed, with a bulbous head that begged to be sucked.
Grabbing the hard pole by the shaft I leaned in and licked the tip and slit of his knob. He shuddered and moved his hands to my head, attempting to apply pressure. I resisted. I wanted this to be a slow torture for him. Turning my head to the side, my lips began a slow glide down his shaft. My hand moved to the base and cupped his balls, gently massaging while applying light pressure. He whimpered. I smiled. My lips widened around the shaft of his cock, giving way for my tongue to lick the length of him. My teeth nipped the skin as my mouth travelled back down his cock. I replaced my mouth with my hand, squeezing and milking the pole, looking up at him, my mouth hovering over his knob.
As our eyes met, I plunged his cock deep into my throat. He groaned, his hands returning to my head, fingers interlaced in my hair. He grabbed a clump as I began the slow crawl up his cock before diving back down. His knob butted the back of my throat making me gag briefly before my throat relaxed and I took all of him in. My tongue began its own assault, lashing his cock as I began to suck on the rod in my mouth. I kept my eyes on him. My eyes locked with his. My hand ringed the base of his cock, strangling the pole. My free hand moved around to his muscular butt, fingers digging into the flesh through the jeans, as I pulled him towards me. His head fell back resting on the window, his mouth opened as a cry escaped his lips. My tongue concentrated on his shaft as my hand massaged the base and my mouth sucked harder on his cock. Everything tightened, his balls, his grip on my hair, my hand on his stiff pole. He groaned as he came, shooting his cum down my throat.
I held onto him, taking all he had to give me. As he began to relax, I sucked his spent cock, making him jump at the sensation. My tongue licked the tip as my lips slid up the length of him, making sure I had cleaned him completely of our fun. His cock popped out of my mouth and I licked my lips, staring up at him. His faced was flushed, his eyes glazed over. I tucked his softening cock back into his jeans, before turning back to my desk. I resumed my work, drinking the cool coffee he had brought me. Simon readjusted his clothes and staggered out of my office to the waiting guys. I sat at my desk with a cheeky grin for the rest of the day. I took care of myself when I got home.
Tuesday. Mood killer and a half. The CEO of the company decided to make an appearance today. He caught the boys off guard, walking into the conference room where the boys were sitting in their boardshorts discussing yesterday's events. Edward instructed the boys to return to their desks and change into more appropriate attire for the workplace. The boys hurried off to change and promptly returned to their work stations.