They'd been out straight from work, Paul meeting Lucy at her office. Their dinner had been light, and afterwards they'd left the restaurant and discussed options for what next.
She hadn't told him how horny she was feeling at dinner. Nor had she told him why. The plan had been formulating all day, ever since her boss had told her that she'd need to lock up that night, leaving her the keys.
Lucy had thought about being fucked over her desk a few times when playing with herself. The vague thought had developed into a full blown fantasy, one that delivered very satisfying orgasms. Tonight she was going to fulfil it she'd decided. Little did she know that living the fantasy of being fucked over her desk was only the start.
As they walked arm in arm down the road, him suggesting pubs to go to next, she interrupted and asked if they could back to her office.
'Why?' He'd asked 'Forgotten something?'
'No, I want to do something. Don't ask me anything else' was all that Lucy said in reply. For him this was enough, he knew her well enough to know what was going to happen.
'Let's go' he said.
The moment they closed the door to the office they started kissing; long passionate kisses with their tongues touching frequently. His hand travelled to her crotch and rubbed through her jeans but she stopped him.
'My desk' was all that she said.