We were supposed to meet earlier that day for lunch. Missing it was my fault...and I haven't been able to get you out of my head all damn day long. I know you have to work tonight...but I took a chance and came to your office anyway. We have to be discreet, so I made sure everyone else on the floor was gone before I crept across the hall into your office.
You were on the phone as I gently knocked and opened the door a bit. You looked surprised to see me, but gestured for me to come in anyway. I could tell you were getting frustrated with whomever you were on the phone with, so I took a seat across from your big desk and tried to wait patiently.
But....we both know...patience isn't my strong suit.
As you answer question after question for whoever it is that's keeping you from me...I slowly make my way around your desk. I can tell you want to watch me, but you only look at me in short glances because you're trying to stay focused. I smile as I slide in between you and your desk...facing you...rolling your chair back a couple inches. You lean back...still trying to hold your conversation. I lean down...getting my face close to yours as I whisper in your ear, "Do you mind if I sit on your desk, handsome?"
You smile and shake your head no. I interpret that as you don't mind...so I start to hike my skirt up slowly...making it easier for me to get my ass on the front edge of it. Once I'm seated, I lean forward and pull your chair closer to me...resting my high heeled feet on the seat of your chair, outside of your legs.
Your hand goes to your forehead as you try once again to keep focused...but I can tell your caller doesn't have your full attention anymore. I start to slowly unbutton my sheer white shirt...watching your eyes...seeing them dart over to where my hands are before looking away. Once it's unbuttoned...I start running my hands over the lace on the cups of my bra. You can see my nipples harden as I move my hands over them again. You're trying so hard to wrap up your conversation as I lean forward again and kiss you hungrily on your neck...trying to be quiet...as you stutter...just once...your other hand comes around me and cups and squeezes my ass.
I lean back and start unbuttoning your shirt. Your conversation sounds like it may be over soon, so I'm getting even more excited at the thought of having your undivided attention. I unbuckle your belt and start to work on freeing you from your slacks. I can feel your erection as my hand brushes over it, and feel you jump when I touch it. As horny as I am for you, I don't want to get you in trouble...so I decide to take it easy on you until you are able to hang up. You give me a silent look of thanks as I lean back on your desk...watching your handsome face.
I can tell you're trying hard to hide your frustration as you sigh heavily and give me an exasperated look. I smile and mouth the words "I'll be good." Apparently...you took that as a challenge as your right hand starts to travel up my thigh. Your fingers feel so good as they graze the outside of my thigh...pushing my skirt up further. I close my eyes and lean my head back as your fingers move to the inside of my leg. Pushing my butt off the desk, I open my legs wider for you...loving how one touch from you sets my whole body on fire. Finally...your hand reaches the apex of my thighs...and when you realize I'm not wearing panties, you place one hand over the receiver and whisper "Why you naughty little slut."
I just smile and nod as your hand begins to caress my very wet pussy. Somehow you are still on the phone as I bite my lip, trying to be quiet...moving my hips up and down as you run your fingers the length of my slit. Your eyes are glued to my body as I begin to breathe heavily and move with the rhythm you've established. Suddenly you stop...and turn your attention back to the call. I whimper in desperation...very much needing your touch.
