She sat across from him, in her usual spot, the comfy chair in the corner, away from the prying eyes of the glass window next to the door. Even though he closed the blinds, she was always concerned someone would see. He didn't sit in his usual chair today. He sat at the desk, in the swivel chair, with no arm-rests. Her brain noted this.. no arm-rest.. his lap free from restriction.
They sat in silence, a comfortable silence, while her brain contemplated why she felt the need to attend his office today. He broke the silence, turning towards her, one hand still on the mouse, "So, what's happening?"
She breathed deep and instantly took in his manly scent, a mix of faint sweat and Lynx Africa, she knew it well. Her shoulders relaxed and her pussy tingled. She crossed her legs and looked at his gorgeous blue eyes, "I don't know, I'm just feeling off."
"You look a bit 'off'," his teasing smile pleased her.
She enjoyed the banter as much as the support he offered her. It had been a tough year and she had needed a crutch while at work. He came to her aide providing the friendship, professionalism and personal supports she needed. He knew everything about her, and that turned her on more than she realised.
She knew she was reverting to old habits, but she felt the stir every time they talked, that deep need to spend time with him... more than just work... And the jealously that came with it, watching him give attention to others. It didn't matter that it was his job to do that, she resented that his time was divided and not all on her.
It was wrong to feel this way, she knew it, she had developed a crush that she couldn't seem to shake, and as she sat in his office she felt that crush ignite impulses deep within her body.
She rose from her chair, walking directly to him, standing before him. His questioning eyes bore into hers. She held his gaze as she straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders, holding him close.
"This is highly inappropriate," his quivering voice betrayed his excitement.
"I know," she replied, rocking her hips forward to feel his developing hardness at her crotch.
He breathed deep, her movements pressing against the fabric of his jeans, pulling them over his throbbing member. He wanted to say no.. but he didn't. He wanted to push her away... but he didn't. He didn't realise how much he wanted this too till this very moment. His hands moved from the mouse to her arse, strong fingers kneading the clothes flesh.
Her shoulders dropped again, arching her back and pushing her breasts towards him. He noticed. She had ample bosom, something he had noticed on many an occasion. Now the pillows were in his face and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them.
His hands travelled up over her hips, sliding under her shirt and over her shoulder blades, pulling her to him. She obliged, giving her breasts to him, pressing them against his hard chest. Her hips jerked harder on his rod, dry humping him. Her own clothing pressing against her clit and soaked pussy.
She bit her lip as his teeth found her nipple through her shirt. She stifled a moan, aware a student or colleague could be on the other side of the door. His large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them as his mouth sucked the cloth covered nipple harder. Her hands trailed over his chest, popping one button at a time, her fingers delving inside to feel the silky fur beneath.
As her fingers curled through the rug on his chest, his eyes locked with hers. The piercing blue she had become addicted to drilled into her. She held his gaze as her hand moved lower... lower... over his now heaving stomach... to the top of his jeans. Moving her hips back she reached between them to effortlessly pop the button and release the zipper.