Lunch Break - Sex Stories

Lunch Break

... "I like your seat," he responded while staring at the skirt hugging her ass as she dealt with the files. Diana shivered, but kept her wits. "Just how am I supposed to finish any work with someone staring at my ass?" She turned around, leaning against the edge of the desk. Her heart raced as she realized she was effectively pinned between Phil and the desk. Phil directed his gaze from her ass to the swell of her breasts, creamy skin visible in the vee of her blouse. "I certainly won't stare at your ass this way," he teased. He directed is gaze up into her eyes and raised a hand, reaching towards her. Her eyes kept shifting from his gaze to his hand and back. It slowly reached towards her shoulder at the edge of her blouse, a single finger running along the edge down towards the top button. Her eyes twinkled with excitement and he caught a glimpse of her tongue licking at the inside of her lip. As his finger reached the top-most button he whispered, "There seems to be something blocking this view though." Diana could feel her body betraying her, but tried to hold back the lust just a little longer as Phil's finger traced a line of tingling heat down her chest. She nearly exploded when he spoke, it was a quiet whisper, but it still echoed in her head. She didn't trust her voice enough to answer so she just nodded her head in agreement. She was surprised to hear a small whimpering moan escape from her lips as his finger loosened the top button, releasing some of the pressure ...

... on her breasts. She looked down into the deep cleavage of her large breasts as the next buttoned was undone, revealing the clasp on her bra. Why she had chosen a front clasp bra this morning, she didn't know, but she was very glad now that she had. Phil licked his own lips as the clasp of the silky green bra came into view. Once the third button was undone he caressed her cleavage and looked up at her. "Diana? Were you hoping to see me today?" He paused and held her gaze. "Is that why you chose to wear my favorite color and style?" He wet a finger with his tongue and ran it down along her skin to touch the clasp of the bra. "I think we should eat in," he suggested. She was trembling as he teased, wanting him to go faster, but loving every excruciating second of the foreplay. She remembered how he enjoyed watching her squirm when they had briefly dated long ago. "But, I don't have... any food here." Her breath caught in her throat as she answered him. Phil began working on the clasp of her bra, lack of food didn't really seem to matter as the hooks parted. "Oh yesss... let's eat in." Her answer faded into a moan when the last clasp parted. The pressure of the confining bra released and as her breasts fell free the warmth of strong hands caught them. A jolt ran through her body, her breasts were celebrating a long lost sensation as hands again caressed them. Diana let her head fall back, eyes closed and relished the feeling of strong hands on her breasts. They were sure and ...