It's late, Ben and I are the only ones left in the office. I walk to him and am greeted with his sexy smile.
It's been a long week and I've managed to fight off the stress, but his shoulders are in need of my special touch. I give him a massage. Firmly I rub his neck, kneading out the tension that has set in. My hands hungrily move to his arms and I feel each muscle in detail as I stroke them. The thought of my hands on his body makes me wet.
I unbutton and remove his shirt explaining that I can get at those knots better with fewer layers. He believes me and I continue to rub him, and with each touch my pussy gets a little wetter. I lean into him to take in his smell, very sensual and extremely sexual.
I recall upon the innocent flirting that goes on between us, and the times when it felt like a little more than that - and all I can think about is wrapping my mouth around his hard cock.
I let myself get worked up by touching him and decide to try my luck with him, after all, no one is here, no one ever has to know, and I've been dying to get his cock in my mouth for months now.