I could smell her getting turned on before anything else happened.
I doubted anyone else knew. Most people don't notice the subtle things. When I caught the gentle scent of her pussy getting increasingly wet I took her in visually. I saw how her nipples were tight and poked through her blouse. I saw the faint blush behind her ears and felt the warming of her body as she sat next to me. I knew that as soon as this meeting was over we'd be having one of our own.
I loved her more than any other woman I'd been with. We'd been together for nearly six years and the flame burnt more brightly every day. A lot of people can't work and live with their lovers. They need time away from one another in order to keep the spark. For us it was the exact opposite. Being in the same office made it so much sexier -- knowing what she was wearing under her dress-casual. We would spend the day making eyes at one another over strategic plans, playing footsie under the table when the lights went down for the power point presentation. The tension of putting on such a professional front all day made it blissfully intense.
Today was no different. As soon as the meeting adjourned we exchanged pleasantries with our colleagues, stacked papers into our briefcases, and slowly headed toward the door. She was in front of me and moving slowly. I moved in close to her and put my hand against her firm ass.
She shut the door in front of her and locked it.