This is a continuation of Other Thoughts and Other Thoughts 2... if you haven't read the first two yet, you might want to read them first for some context.
Days slipped into weeks. She hadn't been in the office since that fateful Sunday. Work went on as planned and as usual, so much so that he wondered how things could go on as before. Surely the earth has stopped spinning, hadn't it? Surely the sun moon and stars had changed positions, no?
Nothing in his world was what it was. Every morning he woke up with a painful erection. Sleep came only after an hour of tossing and turning.
When she did get to the office in her trademark stilettos and black skirt, his arousal was immediate. He locked the office doors, turned to where she stood at his desk. One step forward and she practically fell into his arms. Hungry mouths looked for each other. Her arms twined around his neck, her breasts heaving and straining for release. But he couldn't wait. He hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panty, tearing it in his rush... fumbling with his own clothes and slid into her in one smooth motion. The gasp in his ear at his first thrust reached him deep in his chest, driving him wild with desire.
She was wet, hot, silky and ready for him... his palms squeezed her buttocks and his mouth left hickeys on her neck. Once again, she met each thrust, eyes closed, head thrown back and her long hair tumbling down from her top knot. She squeezed his cock just as he erupted and fondled her own breasts through her shirt. A sight that had him shaking in his climax.
They collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. Slowly they became aware of their surroundings, the hum of the air conditioning, the far off sound of telephones and a busy office going about its day.
