I have been held up at work today (Saturday) and you decide to surprise me by bringing me lunch. I hadn't expected to work long past noon but it is now after 2:00 and I just called to say I will be here for another four hours at least. Some problems with year end have arisen and I need to resolve them.
I am deep in concentration when I hear a tapping at my closed door. Since I am all alone in the office, I start and then get up from my desk to answer the door to find you standing there in your bright yellow shorts and halter top; the latter tied loosely below your breasts. You throw your arms around my neck and tell me you brought me something to eat.
You drop the brown bag and drink on my desk and then take me by the hand to the lunch room and turn on the table lamp in the corner. We have built a fairly large lunch facility for our staff and in addition to the appliances, there is a table and chairs and a sofa large enough to seat four comfortably.
You direct me to the sofa saying I can have my lunch after you leave but meanwhile, you promised me something to eat. As you stand right in front of me and I look up at you - a grin on my face since I have a pretty good idea what is going to happen - you slip the knot loose under your tits and let the bottom of the halter hang loose as you lean forward with your hands on the back of the sofa to let your loosened breasts swing before my eyes. I raise my hands to cup them tenderly and pull each nipple in turn to my mouth to suck and lip them in turn. As they grow harder, you whisper in my ear, "Take off my shorts!" First, I untie the knot at the back of your neck and toss the halter to the side.
Never releasing your left nipple, I reach down and unsnap and unzip your shorts and push them free of your hips and down your legs. As you kick them off, you pull your breast free with a plop and stand before me wearing only your 3" sandals and a tiny sheer patch of cloth that shows the lips of your pussy well defined through it. As you grasp the sides of the thong (you don't normally like to wear thongs but this is a wonderful exception!) you pull up and the the tiny triangle of almost non existent material disappears between the lips of your wet pussy until the outer labia are puffing out on either side. I can see your juices flowing down the inside of your thighs and smell the arousal on you.
I pull you between my spread legs and nuzzle my face in between your legs and inhale the excitement there. I reach up and tug on the thin straps on your hips that are holding the thong on and as I try to pull it off and down your legs, it sticks to you for a moment - glued by the cum you are excreting. It finally pulls free and I yank the strip of cloth off you.
I pull you forward and sideways until you are lying on the sofa. With one hand, I place your left leg over the back of the sofa and your right on the floor and immediately bury my face in the juncture of your thighs. No lengthy kissing or foreplay this time; I have been driven mad by the surprise of you and your strip tease and the smell of your juices are driving me crazy. But I will slow down; I want this pleasure for both of us to last - work be damned!