Well, after another busy week at work I once again found myself working on the weekend, which after the last few Sundays, was not a bad thing. Considering my recent escapades watching and being watched, by Carla, I was really looking forward to working this Sunday. Though the week Carla had been hinting at something special, so I made sure I got to work early and got ready for whatever Carla bought to the table, or I should say cubicle.
Once again, I dressed appropriately, with some shorts that were easy to take off and put back on. It was usually quite dead on Sundays (with the exception of our peeking sessions), but there was always the chance some might come through the office, so we had to be prepared for a quick cleanup.
After about thirty minutes or so, I heard the bell announcing the arrival of the elevator to my floor, so I figured Carla had made it. I sat quietly, waiting as patiently as I could. Oddly, she was not alone, I could hear her talking to someone while she walked down the long passageway between the cubicles.
Wondering if perhaps she had forgotten or simply ran into a co-worker whose decision to work this Sunday would ruin Carla's and my cubicle rendezvous, I listened to see if I could pick up any of the conversation.
"...no one will be up here. And if they are, my cubicle is way in the back. They won't know a thing," I heard Carla say.
"But if we get caught you'll be in a lot of trouble," I heard a male voice say.
"You just let me worry about that," she replied as she stepped into her cubicle.
Watching through the small opening at the intersection of our cubicles, I saw Carla and her boyfriend John. Wondering if I should really be eavesdropping on them, I kept peeking through the opening.
Carla immediately pulled John all the way into the cubicle and then kneeled in front of him, unzipping his pants. I could see she had positioned herself to give me the best possible view of her, as she slipped John's cock into her mouth.
"But what if some one sees us?" John pleaded.
"Shh... just en...," Carla mumbled with his dick still in her mouth.
I immediately slipped my shorts and underwear to the floor and began stroking my erection as Carla continued sliding her mouth up and down over the head of John's cock, slurping loudly. By now he was no longer worried about getting caught, he was too busy pumping his hips back and forth, driving his cock into Carla's mouth.
I could see she knew what she was doing, sliding one hand up and down his shaft while twisting it in a somewhat circular motion, while her mouth moved over his head and partway down the shaft. She was simultaneously able to excite his cock and control how deep into her mouth he shoved himself.
Well, John was no marathon man for sure, and long before I was anywhere close to coming, I watched him arch his back and come. Carla was great, letting just enough of his cum to dribble back out onto his cock so I could watch her slurp it back up as she finished him off. When she finished she looked directly at the joint between cubicles and licked her fingers for me.
Though I was flogging away, I still wasn't close to finishing so it was a relief to see Carla sit in a chair and scoot up near the cubicle. With a whisper, she let John know it was her turn and then she hiked up her skirt, exposing that beautiful pussy I had peeked at before.
I had seen Carla working that incredible pussy, but seeing John's tongue move up and down the slit and seeing the pink lips blossom in their sparkling glory was an incredible sight. I now slowed my pumping as I felt myself getting close to coming.
John dipped his tongue deep into her pussy and I imagined what she might taste like. Just the thought of tasting her drove me over the edge and I spurted cum into the wad of paper I placed in the trash can between my legs. After the first few spurts, the cum dribbled over my fingers and down the shaft of my cock.
