It’s just before lunch on a lazy Friday and the office floor is almost empty. I’m scanning the quarterly spreadsheets for a local car dealership, wondering just how stupid the owner thinks we are, when a voice interrupts.
“Hi. I’m Evelyn Chance from the Chicago office.”
Early thirties at a guess, she is medium, medium, medium, height, weight, and build, but damn, those eyes. With a smile, she crosses in, drops her satchel, and comes up close. Running fingers into my hair, tilting my head, she stares down with a fuck me smile. Her kiss is confident and oh-so-right.
“Kelly in Omaha said to make sure to look you up before I left.”
With the second kiss, our tongues fight for dominance. Her hand closes on my breast, finger tips finding my nipple without hesitation, rolling and pinching it proud. I snake a hand up her silky naked thigh and squeeze a plump cheek though her silk.
“Damn, girl. We’re gonna have fun tonight!”
“Fuck that. It’s lunch time and I’m hungry now.” I grab her hand and lead her out to the hall, around the corner, and into the ladies’. As we grapple and kiss, I walk her into the handicapped stall, so we have plenty of room. I tug her panties half down and push her onto the seat. Stripping them off, I stuff them into her mouth. Pulling her to the edge, I lift her legs so she’s spread wide, her feet knocked on the side rails. I squeeze her breasts hard in my hands as I bury my nose in the thick tangle of curls between her quaking white thighs. The scent of her open cunt, seeping out raw, sweat-tinged desire, fires my mind and I start my feast.
I work her from clit to star till she’s thrashing her head side to side, screaming unintelligible vulgarities into the mouthful of lace. I slide a stiff finger in deep, then screw in a second, and hook them both up, pressing from within the clit I am devouring with my lips and teeth and tongue. With a shriek, the gag cannot contain, she grabs my head, nails digging into my scalp, and arches off the porcelain.
I slip my fingers out and take some long, slow licks, savoring the post cum taste of her from rose to clit, as she trembles back to life.
“Sweet Jesus, Jane!” she husks out. “Kel told me you were crazy good, but fuck me, girl!
“Oh, we’re only getting started, baby. And just so you know, my name is Alexi. Jane got moved upstairs last week and they haven’t changed the name plates yet.
