She stood in the doorway smoking the last centimetre of her cigarette. The wind blew her hair across her face, making it hard for her to look at the screen on her phone. Giving up, she put it back in her purse and glanced down the corridor. He sat at the desk, calculator in hand, writing furiously away. She knocked. He looked up and smirked. As she stubbed out the cigarette, she could feel his eyes working their way from her red stilettos and up her legs. Leaning against the doorframe, she decided to enjoy this a little longer and lit another cigarette. After a quick look into her eyes, he went back to writing.
With one last pang of guilt she switched her phone off. She rolled her tongue bar against her teeth and sighed. Looking through the cigarette smoke at him, she could feel her nipples rubbing against the inside of her bra. With a deep breath she flicked the cigarette into the road. She walked through the door and turned around to gently shut it behind her. She was both excited and nervous. Tom had texted her the day before telling her to meet him in the office for a fuck. The obnoxious sleaze of the message had really turned her on, so she agreed.
The walk down the corrider felt like a mile to her. His piercing blue eyes bore into her chest and she could feel her heart beating faster. She sat down opposite him. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl. The buttons on the shirt stretched over her 34E tits felt closer to bursting with every breath she took. He had asked her to dress like a slut and she had succeeded. A tight lycra skirt just covering her ass, bright red stilettos and a white shirt two sizes too small.
'How are you doing?' Tom asked her.
'Alright, glad for something to do today...'
'Ah looking forward to a good fuck then?'
'Of course.'
'Good stuff, good stuff indeed.'
She could see him smiling down at his pen as he wrote. Every part of her mind screamed at her not to do this, but her desire soon trampled over that thought. The longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable she felt. Her nipples were rubbing more obviously against her clothes and she had to keep uncrossing and crossing her legs to try and get a comfortable postion for her swollen, wet lips.
'I'll finish this off and I'll be right with you, after a cigarette' Tom said, a blatant smirk in his voice.
'Mmhmm...'
She couldn't stand it any longer. She stood up and started to turn around. 'Just going to the toilet. I'll be right back.'
Tom moved fast. He sprung up from behind the desk and moved himself behind her. 'Don't be nervous,' he whispered in her ear. He ran his hands down her back and around her waist. 'You look every bit the dirty slut, Karla. I never knew you had it in you.' Her breath drew in sharply. She wanted to laugh in his face and leave, but his hands were making her legs quiver and her neck sweat. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted it hard.
'Anything for you.'
He moved his hands over Karla's shoulders and down over her tits. 'Really? After that blowjob last time I thought you weren't interested in me at all.' He started to unbotton her shirt.
'Well I was trying to keep up appearances, we wouldn't want the others becoming suspicious now would we? Oh! Mmm!' Tom was rubbing her nipples while gently biting her neck.
'I see. Well in that case, I'd better give you a good seeing to.'
Karla laughed. 'What a line!'
Tom spun her around to face him and kissed her hard. She felt his tongue against hers, his teeth on her lips, his breath in her throat. Karla gasped and gripped his tie. She used it to hold him close to her while her other hand moved down to his waistband. She slowly undid his belt. Tom kissed her harder and ripped her shirt off. 'Fuck. I'm so turned on,' he gasped.
'Me too.' Karla grinned. 'There's something hilarious about this.'
'Yeah I know what you mean.'
She pulled Tom's tie over his head and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. He pressed his crotch into hers and grunted into her neck. She could feel his impatience and smiled.
