I felt the crotch and looked back up at her. "Jackie..."
"I know, right? Wet as hell. And god right now I want to get fucked so bad! I think I'd better go to the ladies' room and finger myself off before I come over there and sit on your lap! Fuck, am I turned on!"
"Jesus, Jackie! This is sooo..."
"I know, hot, right?" she said. She looked back over her shoulder toward my office door, and then back at me. She grinned and walked, well, if you can call that sexy step walking, she walked to door, stuck her head out and looked both ways. She stepped back in and turned to face me, standing in front of the office wall by the side of the door. She licked her lips and stared at me as she leaned back against the wall. Her left hand moved to the hem of her skirt and lifted it to expose the mat of brown curls on her mound and pussy. She pushed her knees apart to spread her legs slightly and then pressed two fingers of her other hand between her legs to begin rubbing her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck," she groaned as she worked her fingers between her lips and working the tip of one finger across her hard clit. "Oh I need to come sooooo bad," she moaned as she pushed her fingers in circles around her hard clit. She shifted the hand holding her skirt up, trapping her skirt with her arm while she slid her hand down to spread her pussy lips with her fingers.
I could see everything, including slightly into her vagina as she arched her back to push her pussy at me. She watched me watching her fingers circle her clit, slowly pushing herself toward climax, knowing exactly what I was seeing and what it was doing to me. Almost without thinking, I stood up from my chair and stepped around my desk, my dick quickly growing hard in my pants. I moved toward her slowly, still transfixed by her fingers as I moved closer to her. I reached out and replaced her fingers with mine, stroking her exposed pussy, let my finger slip slowly into her hot depths.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, moving her hand to the front of my pants. She fumbled urgently with my belt and finally, after more seconds than either of us wanted, had my pants and briefs pushed down. She stood there against the wall, looking down at my exposed cock only inches from her pussy while I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her. She grasped my my dick, wrapping her fingers around it, gently pulled it toward her. I shuffled the few inches needed to let her rub my head between her lips. I pulled my hand from her pussy as she moaned quietly and started to use my dick as a toy, rubbing it over and around her hard little clit.
I fumbled with the top button of her dress, my fingers brushing her bare breast in the vee created by the dress top, undoing each button until I could push her bra up over her breasts, exposing both sexy mounds through the now open, front of her dress. "Oh god," she whispered as I cupped and squeezed both her tits while she worked my dick down to the entrance to her depths, rubbing my engorged head back and forth between her sopping wet lips. I felt my head settle into her opening and pushed toward her, forcing it into her a couple inches. I felt my cock slide into her, part of my brain knowing this was wrong, but a much larger part, focused on the distinct pleasure it was bringing to both of us, didn't care. Holding her tits, I pressed her back to the wall for balance and started to buck my hips toward her, pushing in and out of her hot, wet tunnel with each thrust. "Oh fuck yes. Make me come," she moaned softly as I worked my dick deep into her. She rocked her hips a little as well, helping drive me fully into her with each stroke and making her clit grind along the top of my shaft each time I plunged into her.
In and out, I moved, driving us both toward climax with each thrust. "I'm gonna come," I whispered, my face inches from hers, so close to hers that I could taste the mintiness of her breath.
She tilted her head a little, her lips parted in a clear invitation. I leaned my face a little further toward her, bringing our lips together for long seconds. I humped my hips into her, slapping my thighs to hers, thrusting hard into her, driving both of us up the long slope while we kissed. She felt the same urgency, her lips sucking and kissing mine eagerly before she broke the kiss just enough to whisper back, "Me too." I felt her hands reach out for my hips, grasp them and help to pull me harder into her with each stroke, her skirt now falling down to cover her mound, trapped between us as we screwed. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me come on your sweet cock," she breathed, our lips only a fraction of an inch apart as we rammed ourselves together. "Ohhhhhh shit! Here it comes!" she squealed softly, her legs starting to tremble. I felt her pussy clench tightly around me as she gasped and let out a long, deep moan of pleasure. My body bucked hard against her, jamming her ass against the wall as I pumped the first shot of cum into her, followed by more as my body pressed hers against the wall. I felt her hard nipples pressed to my chest as she moved her hands to my upper back and her face to mine again, renewing the soft sensual kiss. We stood there, both of our bodies responding to our mutual climax as she eagerly sucked my lips and tongue while we enjoyed our mutual bliss.
The kiss slowly softened and she pulled her face from mine and rested her head against the wall. I saw the look of concern in her eyes as she looked into mine. "Oh shit," she whispered breathlessly. "I can't believe we just did that. I can't believe I just invited you to have sex with me. I did, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you kinda did," I answered, still essentially lying against her, trapping her body against the wall, her soft breasts moving against my chest as she panted for breath.
"I don't know why I did that. I mean, I've thought about what it would be like to have sex with you, even fantasized a few times about pulling my panties off like they do in all those tic-toc challenges. Walking into your office and pulling my panties off without showing you anything? And then, then all of a sudden I had a overwhelming urge to show you, and then to have you come and, well, do what you did. You're not upset with me, are you? I mean, we still have to work together."
I pushed my body from against her, and pulled myself from her, my dick slipping out of her with a soft sucking sound. She looked down her body, arching her back to look at her own pussy, my cum already dripping to the carpet below her. "Oh wow. I guess we really did, didn't we?"
"We did," I agreed quietly as my mind swirled. I stared at her sexy tits and then down at my flagging, dripping cock and tried to understand why I felt the overwhelming urge to do what I had just done, something I knew was wrong in so many ways, but driven to do just the same. I stepped back enough to pull my briefs up over my flagging dick and then bend over to get my pants. She reached out and put her hands on mine, stopping me as I straightened back up with the waist of my pants in my hands. I let her take hold of my pants and she pulled them the rest of the way up and fixed them back the way they belonged. She leaned against me, pressing her still bare tits against my chest and her lips to mine for long seconds. She suddenly broke the kiss, practically ran the few steps to my desk to grab her panties, and then ran from my office. I went to my chair and flopped down hard into it, wondering what the hell had just happened. Not just her acting that way, but me just getting up and having sex with her... It was weird. I felt like she wanted me to, without her saying a word. I just knew she wanted me and I wanted to as well. I sat there, wondering how the hell I was going to explain this to Lydia!
I picked my cell phone from my desk and sat staring at the favorite screen, at Lydia's number. I needed to tell her, but was now the right time? While she was at work? It'd mess up her whole day. I tried to imagine her calling me up at work and telling me that she'd just cheated on me! No, this was going to have to wait until I got home. I put my phone down and tried to think about work.
It was a good half hour later before the next interruption walked into my office. I looked up to see my boss stepping into my office, close the door behind her. Gail was my age, within a few years, at least that was my guess, since she never said exactly how old she was. She was a tall, black woman with very dark skin, very curvy with large hips and surprisingly large round butt and a chest every bit as big as her butt. She and I had always been friendly and gotten along well, she'd even come over to have dinner with us a few times. The fact that she arrived unannounced and closed the door didn't bode well.
"Good morning, Jack," she said as she stepped to the chair on the other side of my desk and sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back slightly. I knew the body language. We were all taught this in our many professional development sessions. Be relaxed, comfortable, even though you were in someone else's domain. Set them at ease first, before you hammer them with the difficult topic you'd come to discuss. All she needed to do now was start the small talk to help relax me. "It was your birthday yesterday, wasn't it?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered respectfully.
She smiled and shook her head. "Tell me, Jack, how many years have we been working together and I still can't get you to call me Gail?"
"A few years," I answered. The fact she wanted to use first names meant that it was going to be a difficult conversation, but probably not a termination. I mean, we both knew exactly what she was there to talk about. Someone had probably noticed what Jackie and I had done earlier and this was because of that.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asked softly, starting to fan herself with the folder in her hand. I was pretty sure the folder was empty. It as a coping mechanism I'd seen her use before, though never for me.
I leaned back in my chair and looked at her. "It doesn't have to be hard. I think we both know what you're here about. The only question is, what are you supposed to do about it?"
"Okay, what am I here about?"
"What happened this morning."
She nodded. "What did happen this morning? Want to fill me in?"
"Depends. Have you talked to Julia yet?"
"Not yet. Wanted to hear your side of it first. You know, I have to turn this over to HR if it's what I think it is."
"So, what do you think it is?"
"I find it hard to believe, but the way it got reported to me is that you had Julia trapped against the wall and were having sex with her. It's hard to imagine any situation where that wasn't you being a sexual aggressor and forcing yourself on her. But, again, I find it rather hard to believe. That's not the kind of person I've gotten to know."
"I definitely did have her trapped against the wall and we were having sex, so in that, it was accurate."
