We look at each other with wide eyes, you scramble to put your clothes back on and get under the desk. I straighten out my clothes and run my fingers through my hair, glancing in the mirror I think to myself ‘I’ve looked worse.’ The handle moves a couple of times, but the door doesn’t open. I’ve never been happier to have a lock for the office, I unlock and open the door putting on a fake smile as I do.
The manager stood there with her hands on her hips, as if to ask why the door was locked. I just smile and open the door a bit more letting her past. She looks around the room and asks why there are patient files on the floor, I look and see soil on them from the plant that was knocked off the side. I hear you chuckle slightly from under the desk, as I bend down to sort it out. I explain that I had the window open, the wind blew the blind and knocked off the plant.
I sit down in my chair and move it closer to the desk, mindful that I don’t bump into you whilst you’re under the desk. The manager sits across from me, starting a conversation about the work I need to complete tomorrow. I try to listen to her but it’s hard to concentrate, especially with your hand trailing patterns on my calf. I move the chair closer as your hand starts to move further up my leg to my thigh. I try to swat your hand away, but you pull it back and place it on the other leg.
Banging my hand on the desk in an attempt to get you to stop, the manager gives me yet again another strange look. I try to blame it on the fact that I had a muscle spasm, but I know she doesn’t believe me. You get the hint and remove your hand from my leg, we carry on talking for another five minutes but I can tell you’re starting to get bored.
Your hand starts to creep up my leg again, this time starting on my thigh and moving up towards the seam of my trousers. I try to concentrate on what my managers saying to me, but all I can feel is your hand moving further up my thigh. Your hand makes contact with my clothed clit and it’s too much; I roll myself away from the desk as my manager stands up.
I see her out of the office and make sure to lock the door when she’s left, I turn around and see you climbing out from under the desk. You’re sitting in my chair with your shirt still undone, breasts only just covered by the piece of material. I frown at you, but you have the most innocent expression on your face. You motion for me to come closer, I can’t help but oblige and move to you.
When I’m in front of you, you place your hands on my hips and pull me flush against you. You ghost your lips over mine barely touching, I lean into you but you pull your head away. I place my hands on the back of your neck, trying to pull your lips to mine. You move your head down and kiss my neck instead, your tongue bar running over my pulse point then biting slightly. My nails scratch against your scalp and I can feel you shiver against me, your hands move from my hips to my shirt pulling it from my body.
You lift my top up running your fingers over my stomach, you cup my bra-covered breasts and squeeze slightly. I arch into your touch as I moan into your ear, you slide your hand around to my back and undo my bra. You take my top and bra off, pushing me back slightly, I can feel my back connect with the wall. I gasp at the cool wall touching my back, I try to push myself away but you pin me there. You lift my hands above my head pinning my wrists in one of your hands, you kiss your way down to my breast and take my nipple into your mouth.
I can feel your tongue lap at my nipple, teeth grazing lightly at the erect bud. You move your hand to my other nipple, twisting it lightly before moving it further down to the top of my jeans. You make quick work of undoing my jeans, sliding them over my hips and down my thighs. You kiss your way down my stomach to the top of my underwear, you play with the waistband of my pants tugging it with your teeth.
You get onto your knees to pull my jeans off, trailing your fingers up my legs and running them beneath the fabric of my underwear. I move my hips towards you to try to gain some pressure, but you remove your fingers trailing them back down. You press a kiss to each knee moving your way up my thighs licking and kissing in turn.
Your nose brushes against my clit as you reach the tops of my thighs, I can’t help but buck my hips to gain more pressure. You push my hips against the wall to stop me from moving, you place kisses over my clothed pubic area. I reach down and tangle my hand in your hair, pulling you to where I want you the most. Pulling down my underwear you place kisses on the newly exposed skin, your breath on my clit sends shivers up my spine.
Whilst placing a light kiss on my clit you lift my leg and place it over your shoulder, I use the bookcase next to me to keep my balance as well as the hand tangled in your hair. You lick my clit tentatively one hand bracing my hip against the wall, the other moving through my pussy. I moan and throw my head back against the wall, my grip getting tighter on the bookcase. You tease my entrance with your fingers, I try to gain more friction but you pull your hand away.
I pull on your hair and you finally oblige, applying more pressure to my clit with your tongue. You take my clit into your mouth and suck, slowly pushing a finger into my dripping pussy. You moan against my clit, vibrations causing another sensation. You slowly move your finger inside me curling it slightly, I can’t take the teasing anymore. I move my hand from your head to your hand that’s inside of me, I pull it out and force two of your fingers inside me.
I grind down onto your hand whilst you’re still licking at my clit, you curl your fingers inside of me making me moan into the room loudly. You feel so good inside of me; I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you. I look down and I can see you watching me, I can feel the knot in my stomach start as you curl your fingers inside me. You bite my clit gently flicking your tongue every now and then, moving your free hand up to my breast and rolling my nipple between your fingers, the knot in my stomach growing.
You thrust harder and faster into me; I know you can feel my walls tightening around your fingers. With one final hard thrust I can feel myself let go, I place all my weight on the bookcase my knuckles going white from the grip on one of the shelves. You slow down your ministrations when you can feel me cumming around your fingers, you soften the licks on my clit and place gentle kisses around my cunt.
When I come down from my high, I can still feel you pressing kisses to my thighs. I move my leg from your shoulder and slide down the wall, when I reach your level I pull you by your collar and kiss you. I can taste myself on your lips, causing me to moan into your mouth. We break away from the kiss and I rest my forehead against yours. I look into your eyes and you smile at me goofily, lifting your fingers up to suck them clean. I groan at the sight, moving away and picking up my clothes I can feel your eyes on me as I get dressed.
You have a smug smile on your face as I walk over to you; I grab you by your chin and place a rough kiss to your lips, biting your bottom lip as I pull away. I unlock the door and push you out of it, throwing you a wink over my shoulder as I close the door. I’ll see you at home.