1. Lunch Buddies, Part 4: Thursday


    Date: 9/24/2023, Categories: Office Sex, Author: pinkysurprise 

    ... cupped her hand over his straining cock.

“Getting me all worked up.”

“Hmmm,” she responded. “I dunno about that. Seems like you were already worked up.” He twitched under her palm.

“Ash…”

“Yes?” She leaned in, pressing her chest against him.

“You should stop,” he breathed, closing his eyes.

“You should make me stop,” she purred, squeezing his cock firmly.

He groaned, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around. She laughed and let go, but leaned back against him. He lowered his hands to her hips, half-heartedly holding her away. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck.

“It’s… uh,” he paused as she pushed back more firmly, grinding her ass into his groin. “It’s supposed to be your turn…”

“Uh-huh,” she agreed, enjoying the effect she was having on him.

“Then, why…” He trailed off as she moved his hands to her chest.

“I told you,” she said, helping him scoop her breasts out of her top. “I want you to make me stop.”

“Oh,” he said, distracted by her hard nipples under his palms.

“Oh!” He said again, getting it. “I see.”

He let go of her chest, put one hand on her hip, and wrapped the other around her ponytail. She gasped excitedly as he pushed her forward, taking the pressure off his cock and pulling her head so she was looking up at the ceiling. She felt his stubble against her neck and his lips against her ear.

“Today,” he growled, in a way that made her knees go a little wobbly. “Is going to be your turn. You’re going to ...
    ... stop distracting me and give me a chance to do for you what you did for me yesterday, okay?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Go put your hands on your desk.”

He released her hair, and she walked to her desk. Slowly, she put her palms on top. She heard him take a few deep breaths, centering himself.

“Now, lift up your dress.”

Excited, she lifted the hem, holding it up above her waist. She heard a sharp intake of breath when he saw her thong.

“Bend over.”

She gathered the fabric in one hand, holding it in place as she leaned on her elbows. She felt deliciously exposed. Her heart raced as she felt him approach.

“Spread your legs.”

She did as he asked, and felt him drop to his knees behind her. His hands caressed her ass, then moved slowly over her hips and down the outside of her legs, before traveling back up her inner thighs. She inhaled with anticipation, but he pulled his hands away at the last moment. He did that several more times until she was quivering and desperate for more.

“Oh!” She gasped excitedly when she felt a finger brush against the thin fabric that was the only thing separating them. Still moving slowly and touching lightly, he traced the edges of her thong. He moved past her lips, reaching under to brush against her mound, then pulling back and allowing a knuckle to graze against her.

Just as she was about to demand more, he increased the pressure. His hands gripped her cheeks, pushing them together and spreading them apart. He ...
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