She typed it on a whim.
Her: Kinda wish someone was touching me inappropriately right now 😉
The text wasn’t supposed to do anything except make him chuckle, but shortly after she hit send, her phone pinged with an incoming text.
Him: Make it happen. I want evidence.
The game was on.
Her heart gave one big thump then settled into an anxious, but by no means unfamiliar, rhythm. Maybe she had known what would happen when she typed those words. Unfortunately, she was easily bored and prone to impulsive acts. He knew this about her – he counted on it really.
So she looked around the staff room to see who her options were, it never entered her head to refuse. What would be the fun in that?
It didn’t take her long to pick out her mark.
He was a quiet guy. It didn’t take his fair skin long to blush when she talked to him, but she’d seen something in him, a glimmer in his blue eyes, the way the tip of his tongue wet his lips when he stared at hers, that made her think he had dirty thoughts that she’d like to explore. It looked like now might be the time to do just that.
She didn’t waste any more time.
He lifted his head from the book he was reading when he heard the sharp click of her heels approaching. His eyes went a little wider when she stopped right by his chair. She made direct eye contact, there was no time for subtlety now. “Come with me.”
“What?” He stuttered dropping his forgotten book on his knees.
“Don’t ask any questions. Just do it.”
He pushed himself out of his chair, his book toppling to the floor. He started to ask another question but she put her finger over his lips and said, “Don’t talk. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
She turned and walked towards her office knowing he was right behind her, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do.
“Lock it.” She instructed when he closed the door behind them.
She knew that she couldn’t give him any time to think. As soon as he turned back to her she stepped into him. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it on her breast, enjoying the warmth that permeated the silk of her blouse.
“Do you like that?” She smiled when he whispered his agreement. Her anxiety had mellowed now, it felt much more like lovely, hot anticipation as her fingers worked quickly on her buttons. As soon as there was room she pushed his hand inside. Her eyes moved over his flushed cheeks, took in the arousal burning in his gaze, and she knew he was totally on board now.
She quickly shrugged out of her blouse – dropping it on the floor. His eyes grew wide again when she pushed her bra underneath her plump breasts, presenting them for him.
“Suck them. Lick them. Go on!” She urged him when he continued to hesitate.
She found herself holding her breath when he raised both hands to cup her. He squeezed and shaped her, licking his lips. She knew he wanted a taste.
Putting a hand behind his head she pulled him down, whispering urgently, “Do it. Please, I want you to.”
She moaned when his warm lips closed over her already tight nipple. “Oh, that’s so good, yes, I love that.” Her hand flexed in his thick hair and every muscle in her body clenched when his tongue flicked back and forth over her sensitive flesh.
She felt a familiar heaviness start between her legs, the pressure building just from his talented tongue and mouth. Her mark had cast off the shackles of shyness and he was busy devouring her. She loved his rough handling of her breasts and loved watching her skin turn pink. He sucked on the heavy underside of her left breast, hard enough to leave a mark. She grinned, knowing that was her evidence right there.
She took hold of her skirt and hurriedly yanked it up. Grabbing hold of his hand, she tugged it between her legs, groaning in pleasure when his long fingers made their way into her knickers. She opened her legs wide and directed his fingers to where she wanted them. They slid over her clit, forcing a gasp from her open mouth.
He lifted his head to look at her, hungry and breathless, his lips shiny and swollen.
“I want to watch you come.” He said quietly.
“Ok.” She panted. She was surprised by how much of a turn on his words were. “Oh God, that feels good. Keep doing that… right there…”
He grinned and continued to work his talented digits over her wet, throbbing clit. His other hand worked her breasts, her hips started to move and they found a slightly awkward rhythm that worked only because they were both so determined.
She felt her orgasm build in a blinding rush. One minute she was enjoying grinding on his hand and watching him handle her breasts, the next she was hunched over, holding onto him for dear life.
“Holy shiiit!” She moaned into his shoulder.
Her hips jerked once, twice more, his fingers gentling on her over sensitive sex, but he didn’t move them. Instead he drew back so he could see her face and said a little desperately, “please tell me it’s my turn now.”
“It totally is,” she murmured as her hand fell to the buckle of his belt.
The game was still well and truly on.
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