it was a good dayMany a day have I sat at my desk wishing I were at yours. Were we able to work in the same office, I dare say what would happen your office would not be a great deal of work in the conventional definition of the word. Yes, you would leave at the end of the day tired, and spent. You would even be quite proud of your accomplishments and conquests. However, I dare say that you would enjoy this work more than looking at your computer day after day.
Were you to walk into your office and see me sprawled on your desk waiting for you, I would hope that you would push all other projects for the day aside and attend to the more pressing matter at hand. Yes, I would have my fingers pinching my nipples into beautiful peaks beneath my black lace bra. My fingers would already be saturated and sticky from my own slick slit. I will have been playing with my flowering pussy for so long before you walked through the door in anticipation of your arrival. The entire room would be perfumed with my scent. A heady and intoxicating mixture of jasmine from my perfume and sex.
I would motion for you to take a seat and watch as I pleasured myself. My voice echoing as I moaned and yes, screamed my pleasure. My hand moving in time with yours running along the bulge pressing into the buttons of your pants. My eyes would not leave your body and I would enjoy watching your eyes dilate and your breath deepen.
And when you finally can take no more, I will enjoy watching you almost run to your desk. You will grab my ankles and slide me to the edge of your desk. Your fingers digging into my flesh as you pull me to you. You will drop to your knees as you kneed my thighs and slide my soaked black lace panties to the side. Eagerly you suck on my fingers to taste me just before shoving them out of the way as you plunge your face with a groan into my pussy. Your tongue lapping and drawing deep moans from my core.
So, Lover, how is your day at the office?