I want to hide out where you work so I can follow you into the bathroom, pull you into a private stall, grab you by your hips and sit you up on the back of the toilet. My tongue would be probing inside of your mouth. I'd run my hands over your stomach and tits while I kissed you and position myself between your legs where I could feel your pussy getting warm and wet through your panties.
I'd unbutton your blouse and lay it open, pull your bra down off of your shoulders so your gorgeous breasts could pop out. I'd bury my face in them, licking and sucking and nibbling your hard little nipples. We'd grind against each other until our crotches were sore, and that's when I'd shove your skirt up over your hips. You would wrap your legs around my neck as I straddled the closed toilet bowl. First I give you tiny bites down the insides of each thigh, working my way closer to your hot slit. I can smell that moist, warm musk from your pussy and I can't wait to eat you.
I push your legs further apart so I can get to the fold where your thigh meets your soaked crotch. I lick you there, slow and wet. Your hips are shaking. You want to feel me in you so badly. I slip my thumb under your panties and start to massage you. I feel the warm, velvety skin quivering under my fingertips. I feel your juices leaking out of you.
"Tell me to fuck you," I say.
Your eyes look drugged and delirious. "Fuck me!" you gasp.