We're coworkers. Coworkers in nice clothes, digging each other for months, undressing each other with our eyes every time we cross opposite sides of the room. And one night, we're alone in the office, and that's when I move.
You're clad in a modestly short skirt, and a blouse, and your hair is put up in a bun. Your lipstick has dots of removal from nervously wrapping your lips as every single last coworker leaves, and for the first thirty minutes of our night together you have a close eye on me. But five minutes ago, you lost me, and you can feel yourself getting wet as you imagine me skirting off to the bathroom to unload the sexual frustration that you've been giving me since we started working together. So naturally, your breath catches in your throat when you feel my hand wrap around your bun, and my other sharply grip your waist.
I pull you back against me and you can feel the hint of my throbbing cock pressing against my slacks and settling against your ass.
"Feel that?" I breathe into your ear. You whimper and bite your lip. "That's been a constant in my life every day I've seen you, and now I can finally deal with it." You're nervous, but wanting, and you're digging your nails into your palm as I unbutton your skirt and let it fall to the ground, your white panties beginning to soak. Every so slowly your ass begins to grind against my hardening cock as I undo the knot in your hair and let it fall free, before moving to massage your neck.
My other hand slides around front, and I graze a finger tip over your pantie-covered slit, as your breathing increases.
"Please," you whisper. I grip a handful of your hair and pull you back as you inadvertently sit on the desk that sat behind us, your legs splaying out. Before you can get back up I capture your face between my hands and hotly kiss you on the lips, biting the bottom one before pulling away, and pressing my crotch into yours. Your legs faintly on instinct wrap around me, but I reach down and undo them, not ready yet for what you want. My hands find your blouse and rip the buttons open, your matching white bra showing the caps of your hard nipples. I wrap one of my arms around the small of your back and pull you tight against me while the other unhooks your bra so my mouth and tongue could feast on the skin of your swelling tits and nipples, your hands digging into the back of my head and holding me there. Your breath increases and you moan as my teeth graze each nipple, savoring the taste.