An Office Game of Endurance - Sex Stories

An Office Game of Endurance

... know I did perfectly as you slide into the seat beside me. Covering a smile with my hand, my other hand moves below the table. Your eyes flicker my way, and you now realize what I am up to. You never thought I would go so far with the game, but I can be a sore loser. My hand brushes over the tent in your trousers. Such a feather light touch and you are instantly going tense. You’re bound to give us up, so try to seem more at ease. Making eye contact with our boss, I begin to unbutton your pants, watching out of the corner of my eye as sweat begins to bead your forehead. Oh, you picked such a fun game. I find myself wishing I could rub my body against yours, relishing in flesh on flesh contact. Such thoughts bring me to realize that this is turning me on. Something forbidden and in front of people who could easily call us out on it. I rub my thighs together, hoping to find some control, but instead I find that your hand as gotten back into the game. It’s like a brand against my smooth thigh as it slowly travels under my skirt, hiking it up as it goes. I bite my lip to fight a whimper, you notice which brings a victorious smile to your lips, but it isn’t over yet. Slipping my hand below the waistband of your boxers, I find your blazing, hot meat. My hand wraps around it snuggly, loving its hard feel. A grunt escapes your lips as I give a squeezing stroke over your cock. Instantly, your hand stills its ascent upward as every eye turns to you. Clearing your throat, I watch as ...

... you go about explaining some hidden thing you noticed. Your teeth are gritted throughout your telling, and I know you can’t help it, since I haven’t stopped playing with your enticingly hard cock. When finished, the boss seems satisfied with your speech and relaxes back in his chair, you however have gone even tenser, well except for your hand. It once again has continued its journey. Smiling as I always do, I work my hardest to not let on to what we are doing, or more specifically what you are doing as your fingers begin to rub my sex through the thin material of my underwear. My lip-biting going more vigorously as your tempo speeds up. To match your assault, I join in your speed, moving my wrist so my arm seemed to stay in place. I do my best to stop my orgasm but I can’t. I began to shake slightly as it consumes me, my lips pursing with what little control I have. No sound escapes me, and I am sure I will succeed in going unnoticed, that is until you slip two fingers deep into my cunt, causing yet another shattering orgasm that has me throwing my head back and my free hand flying to my mouth to cover any sound that may try to escape. When I finally gain control, I find everyone’s eyes on me. Each gaze is filled with worry. I know enough to play off it, claiming a headache and a start to a bloody nose. One of our co-workers is happy to give me some Kleenexes so we can continue the meeting. Keeping pretense, I use them, making sure to only use my free hand to apply them to my ...