His private office was quiet, undisturbed by the ringing phones and constant chatter of the building. The only windows in the room were dark on the outside, so no one could peek through, but he could see out. The carpet was a lush, deep red that fit the room, but not really his taste in burgundy. He calmly sat in his chair, reading over some papers absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to get off of work.
She stood outside of his office, trying to go unnoticed by his coworkers. Finally able to slip into his office, she opened the door a crack for her slim body to fit through. She entered as if she was dealing with real authority, straight backed and chin up high in the air. Her brunette hair was pinned into a high bun, a few strands of hair spilling in her face. A black pencil skirt hugged her hips, shaping her legs and butt nicely, and a white blouse struggled to hold her breasts, threatening to pop every button over a magenta bra. She wore black heels, making her tall build even taller, which caught his eye without hesitation.
“What’s the occasion, dear?” he asked her, unaware of the plans that swam through her mind.
She smiled sweetly, “I thought you deserved a quick visit before you come home tonight.” Her back was against the door, holding the lock behind her, so he couldn’t see. She switched the flip, discreetly making sure it wouldn’t open.
“That was sweet of you,” he grinned, figures and numbers still dancing through his head, but that didn’t keep his eyes from being trained on her.
She hopped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t mention it.”
The slit in her pencil skirt rode high on her legs and he noticed with a hard swallowed. “They don’t allow you to wear such a thing at school, do they?”
She worked as an elementary school teacher, and such a suggestive outfit wouldn’t have been allowed, as each inch of material clung to her frame. She had gone home after the early Wednesday, and changed for the specific plans she had. “Heavens no, this is for you.”
“For me?” he asked, confused. Sure, he found it very visually pleasing but it was hard not to find anything she wore sexy in some way.
She hushed him with a finger. “No more noise. You wouldn’t want them to hear, would you?”
His eyes widened with surprise as her lips brushed his, capturing his bottom lip in her teeth, gently nibbling and flicking her tongue against the supple skin. He automatically went to wrap his arms around her but she only moved them to rest on the arms of his chair. “No, no. Let me do all the work, love.”
She kissed him slowly, dragging out the moment as long as she could before, with itching hands, she roamed his body. His suit jacket already hung on the back of a chair across the office, so she moved to his tie, loosening it just a tad, so she could unbutton his shirt. Button by button, alternating between her own and his, she left both of their chests exposed, but not taking either of them off all the way. Before she could scold him, he lifted a finger to trace to crest of her breasts, oogling the bright pink that cupped them.
She let it slip, and his hand retreated back to its place, after a very husky whisper in his ear about the silky bra she had purchased the other day. A smirk tugged at her lips and she placed a peck on his lips, trailing soft kissed down his neck, over his Adam’s apple. Her tongue snuck a few licks, kissing his collar bone tenderly, promptly moving to his sensitive nipples. One brush of the tongue and he writhed, letting out a groan.
“Hush, love. They’ll hear you,” she teased in sing-song, continuing to circle her tongue over one while playing with the other. His jaw twitched, needing a relief of erotic sound. “Isn’t that better? You wouldn’t want to get in trouble, yes?”
He growled softly, easily only heard by her ears, hands jerking, almost reaching for her lush body. Her curves were so evident from this angle, and he ached to touch them, to feel them shake under his own fingertips.
She moved off of him, sending him a playful look. The slit in her skirt rose again as she kneeled on the ground, revealing a matching, hot pink set of very thin, very small panties. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. I can’t have you moaning anymore.” Her hands unsnapped the buckle to his pants and she slid a hand down his front, brushing his tip with her thumb. He shuddered, tensed in his chair as she continued the motion. Wanting more access, she slid his pants down a little, sliding her encircled palm around his erect member, sneaking a peck of her lips simultaneously.
His hands balled the open parts of her shirt, needing to hold on to something while she teased him endlessly, release approaching near. Her slow tongue trailed his ‘boy,’ then moved up to his chest. Her legs straddled his hips again, hands between the both of them, expertly exploring something she had come to know so well.
She noticed how flushed he was, how close and ready he was, and she pulled back, watching him tremble for a few moments. Silently, she began buttoning her shirt back up, his eyes shut tight as he waited for the stimulating sensations to pass.
She hopped off his lap and smoothed out her clothes, readying herself for a drive home. Leaning over him, she placed one last, lingering kiss on his warm lips.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, baffled as she made her way to the door, is work clothes undone and wrinkled, still.
She smiled, as if it was obvious. “I’m going back home, darling.”
He scoffed. “Why?”
“Making a mess of ourselves isn’t a problem there. Especially if it’s in our own bed.”
