As I sat on a bench outside my office building, reading a mystery novel, I was lost in my own world. Sure it was a bit chilly, but it was quiet and a chance to escape the busy world. Occasionally someone walked by, but I barely noticed; the book was too good.
Without a word, someone sat on the bench next to me. I paused, not wanting to look up in case they expected me to engage in conversation. Typical, I finally get some peace, and someone wants to interrupt. The other person didn't speak; I presumed maybe they just wanted the seat and relaxed a little.
The relaxation didn't last long, as I saw a man's hand waving between my face and the book. I looked up, smiling before I even saw his face as I realised exactly who had found me. His eyes looked full of mischief, and his smile was wide. Underneath it, though, was a nervous hesitation as he watched me. My face was beaming, my eyes lit up and a big smile.
As we made small talk, I tried hard to resist the urge to perv on his body. I didn't manage to last long, and every time he looked around or elsewhere, I tried to sneak a look. I was aware he knew what I was doing and that he was deliberately looking around more to get me to stop trying to hide my glances.
Eventually, after what felt like an hour but was probably a couple of minutes, I gave up and just openly enjoyed the view. You could hear the cheeky satisfaction in his voice that he knew I wanted him.
We discussed how packing my team's offices was going to move to a new area. I said it was progressing but not as quick as we'd hoped. He said he had enough time to come and look before his next meeting, so we got up and wandered upstairs. As we entered my team's main room, it was clear I was the only one around today. The door closed behind us, and the piles of boxes were unmissable.
As he curiously looked around, I wandered to the far side of the room. With the boxes, you couldn't see that section from the Windows; it was private. As he moved towards me, we stood staring at each other. As I removed my jacket, my bra straps became visible, a green set he'd seen in photos. I moved closer to him, and he moved in.
As we kissed, I found myself stripping off and trying to get his clothes off too. Yes, we were in public, but the rest of the team was out, so no one was likely to unlock the door and come in, and we were out of sight of the window, so we had some privacy. Still, it was hot knowing where we were and the fact someone could potentially see.
As our clothes came off, I found myself gasping for breath, exploring his body with my hands and mouth. He was equally busy exploring, but he was very much in control of the situation despite his unmistakable lust. I spied an open box with our coffee room stuff in; it had a few throws and pillows from the chairs, and I grabbed one of each and put them on the floor.
We laid down, breathing more erratic, as my breasts heaved. I could feel his breath over my body as his mouth explored my breasts and neck. My hands running over his chest and back, I felt his fingers slip between my legs, and 2 of them slipped inside my pussy with no resistance. I was so wet, so in need, I just wanted to be filled.
