Turning off the alarm, Ann couldn't help but groan, because today was yet another day filled with hours of training for work.
Going to her closet She picks out her clothes for the day, white button up... almost hinting at the black lace bra underneath, no panties, black flowing skirt that flirted around her thighs, just below the thigh high silk stockings. Hair up in a slightly messy bun a few loose red curls here and there, red lipstick, and a slight dusting of honeysuckle flavored powder to finish it off. She slips into her black stilettos, grabs her keys and She's off.
Traffic wasn't bad ... there was once that it slowed to a crawl. She turned up the music, rolled down the window of the car and looked over at the car next to her. A good looking guy and a cute little blond... wife? Girlfriend? Sister? Hmmm... curiosity had always been her weakness. They must have felt her watching them and so when they made eye contact, she slipped her finger into her mouth... in and out. Keeping eye contact she pulled her skirt up and slid her fingers into her wet pussy and gasped softly, smiling mischievously as she saw the shocked understanding register on their expressions. She glided it in and out then brought it back to her mouth. Ann licked and sucked her pussy juices off her fingers, never losing eye contact. She could see his blatant lust and the cute blinds jealous outrage and sexual denial, so Ann grinned and winked as she drove away, then laughed as she noticed the car hadn't moved with a long line of cars behind it honking horns and the blond throwing a fit of jealous rage... definitely not a sister.
Soon she arrived at the training center, grabbed her reading glasses, notebook and placed the pen behind her ear. Walking in, she looked around to find the best seating.
There was a seat next to some of the ladies she worked with, but a seat next to John caught her eye. John worked in a different department than Ann did, so She didn't see him that often. He had a calming, pleasant and controlled air about him. VERY CONTROLLED and the air around him practically became electric with sexual energy when he came around. No one else seems to notice it, but She got wet every time She saw him.
Smiling, She walked over to him and whispered against his right cheek,
"Mind if I join you? Is this seat free?" She grinned as She heard the change in his breathing.
"Please..." and he motioned to the chair at the table beside him.
"Thanks" She smiles again as She placed her things on the table in front of her. Large Plastic table cloths with the company logo covered every table, such a waste of money. She looked back over at John and sighed as She realized he wasn't paying her any attention... at all. He never seemed to notice her, never flirting, not even a lingering glance, yet she noticed how his breathing always changed when she came close.
The training began and the presenter droned on with his monotonous voice. Same training they took every year and She was pretty sure they always use a script as She felt she had this class memorized.
She put on her glasses to glance over the handouts that were provided, and glanced over at John as he gave her a bored smile. She noticed that ironically it was her breathing that changed this time. He looked away going back to listening to the instructor. She could feel an ache start between her thighs as She pictured crawling under the table, unzipping his pants and slipping his cock out of his pants and into her hot mouth to see if he could ignore her as his cock hit the back of her throat and She swallowed him whole. She smile secretly as She tried to refocus.
About an hour later, she started shifting, uncomfortable with sitting for long. Looked at the clock and almost groaned out loud as She noticed they had awhile yet before break. Ann started taking notes hoping the process would help time to pass. She just didn't think She could stand another minute of this boredom as She felt a hand slide between her thighs, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure.
She looked over at John; nothing but that same bored expression on his face, not even a glance in her direction as he dipped a long strong finger into the entrance of the clutching wetness between her thighs.
John used his fingers to brush her stiffened clit, massaging the sweet wet folds of her tight cunt. He was doing every thing within his power to stare forward and use his other senses to enjoy her and her reactions. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He deftly moved to find her sweet spot and press harder.