An Office Quickie

Amateur

Jenna’s computer pinged, announcing the arrival of a new email. It probably wasn’t him. She resisted responding, for even looking, for a moment, for two. But then temptation was too great and she switched to Outlook to check. It was him. The actual content of the email was quite banal. But there was that underlying sexual tension that could be discerned even through the email.

She should probably have never sent the first email. He had been the perfect gentleman when they met at the Christmas party. Well, OK, not quite the perfect gentleman. He hadn’t backed off when she told him she was married. He had just smiled at her, maintaining calm, confident, eye contact. She knew she was attracted to him, and knew it was a bad idea, but he’d slipped her his business card and suggested she call if she wanted to make some bad decisions.

Alright so she hadn’t called him; but sending that first email had seemed almost inevitable. They worked on the same floor in a big office and hadn’t met before that night. Now, in the way of such things, they saw each other all the time: sly glances and hidden smiles. The emails had been back and forth in the week or so since then. Jenna was in her mid-thirties, but still looking fabulous, although she worried about it a little now and again. She had shoulder length red hair and although she was short, had a curvy figure that matched her ever-present smile.

Now she typed out a reply. “Sure, could do with some help on this project, can’t figure out how to get these systems to work together.” This, she knew, was an even worse idea: inviting him over to her desk, in full view of the office. But she had cover. Helping people out with systems integration with kinda his job. So it was a reasonable request she judged. She watched him discretely as he strode through the office. He was taller than her, just under 6′, a few years younger, and had dark hair and piercing eyes. He wasn’t gym-obsessed Eskort Bayan fit but he had a very manly air about him.

When he arrived they were completely professional. He was in fact helpful and assisted her. It took a couple of hours and by the time they finishing it was half past five and around the office staff were emptying out in to the cold New York air. She was wearing a flowery dress today, completely inappropriate for the winter and warm stockings to cover her legs. His well-cut suit showed off his frame well. He leaned in closer to point out something on her screen and their legs touched. There was a brief, almost undetectable pause in the conversation as they both registered the touch. Then he went on with his explanation, but not moving his leg from resting against hers.

She looked around the office again. There was barely anyone left now. He was offering some more help, although she wasn’t sure if it was required now or if he was just talking for the sake of staying right there, touching against her. The sexual chemistry was quite palpable now. She jumped as she felt his hand rest on her leg, under the desk.

She gulped audibly and looked at him. “Is that your hand on my leg?” she asked cheekily.

He smiled at her, maintaining eye contact. “Yes, would you like me to remove it?” As he spoke his hand pushed up a little further, just above her knee.

“Ummm, no. It’s OK.”

“You have quite fantastic legs Jenna,” he complimented her. His hand squeezed lightly as it paused just below the hem of her dress.

“Th… thank you.” She rested her hand on top of his, both pretending to look at the computer screen still. “We sh… shouldn’t be doing this.” But her hand belayed her real intentions as she pushed his up under her dress, parting her legs slightly. She could feel herself getting wet now, her nipples hardening at the tip of her 34D breasts.

He said nothing as his hand pushed further up. They both looked around the office but the only other two people left were at the far end and facing away. His hand gently massaged her inner thigh, pushing higher.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, “you’re making me wet.” Her legs parted further under the desk and his hand reached the top, cupping and caressing her mound. He could feel the heat through the thick stockings as his palm pushed against her, making her catch her breath and close her eyes.

Now her hand reached over and rested on the obvious bulge forming in his trousers. His hips moved forward and he grunted her small hand massaged his bulge, her smile widening as she teased his throbbing cockhead trapped against his thigh. “You’re so hard!” she exclaimed.

There was noise at the other end of the office as the last two of their co-workers left. Jenna slid off of her chair and pushed his legs apart, his hand falling from under her dress as she fumbled for his belt and flies. She grinned up at him as her hand pushed inside his trousers and the feel of bare hand against bare cock made him gasp. She scooted closer on her knees and drew out his thick, throbbing cock, all 7″ of it, in her small hand.

Jenna maintained eye contact with him as she leaned forward and her mouth enveloped his cockhead, already glistening with his precum. She could barely get the thick cockhead in to her mouth, and definitely no further, so her hand started to wank up and down it, massaging his precum and her saliva in to his shaft. He moaned and she felt her pussy dampening further as she imagined what it was going to feel like inside her.

After a few minutes of her mouth worshipping his cock he lifted her up and kissed her, enjoying the combined taste of his cock and her mouth. Jenna moaned as his hand pushed up under her dress and then pulled her stockings down to allow him to slowly run a finger along her dampness. She moaned in to their kiss, his other arm holding her close to him and his lips surprisingly gentle as they explored her mouth.

His finger pushed inside her, prompting another moan and a mini flood from her eager pussy. He used the wetness to run his fingers back up her slit and begin to trace delicate circles around her clit. She whimpered and moaned a little louder, holding on to him for support now as her legs trembled and his pace increased, she felt an orgasm approaching.

“Oh oh oh SHIT” she whispered fiercely in to his ear as she came on his finger right there in the middle of the empty office. He slowed his touching but didn’t stop and a small aftershock rocked through her.

A couple of second later as she recovered she reached down and gripped his hard shaft again briefly, then deftly pulled off her own stockings, figuring they would only be in the way now. She left them discarded on the floor and turned away from him, leaning forward over the desk pushing her arse towards him and looking back over her shoulder with a wanton expression. He stepped behind her and lifted up her dress, pulling her knickers down and lining up his cock with her soaking pussy.

Jenna parted her legs and moaned impatiently, pushing back against him. He slid it smoothly and slowly inside her in one stroke. His bare cock filling her married pussy. “Fuck Jenna,” he exhaled. He started to fuck her now, slowly at first then speeding up. His hand on the back of her head pushed her down against the desk and she moaned again, louder, as another orgasm approached: his cock thumping in and out of her slippery pussy hard now and fast.

“Oh oh OH YES, fuck ME!” her orgasm overcame her and her twitching pussy sent him over the edge, his cock throbbing and exploding inside her. He groaned loudly as a long orgasm held them both. He held himself inside her as her pussy milked the last drops from him.

They awkwardly retrieved their clothes and straightened themselves up. He smiled at her and they both headed home, both sure it would happen again.

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