In the office

You are sitting in your office at a large oak desk. Your gaze falls on the wall clock. A quarter to twelve. You lean slightly to the side and press the intercom button.

 — Tanechka, please call our programmer, my computer seems to have frozen, let him take a look.

 — Yes, Yana Vladimirovna, one minute.

The secretary picks up the phone and calls me.

 — Please come to the director's office, she's having computer problems.

 — One minute. — I leave my office and go up to the third floor, entering the reception area. The secretary gets up from her desk, approaches the door to your office

and opening the door:

 — Yana Vladimirovna, the programmer is here.

 — Let him come in, and you can go to lunch now.

 — Alright, I'll be back in about an hour.

She leaves, and you rise from behind the desk and say:

 — Please check what's wrong with the computer, it stopped responding to the mouse.

I walk around the desk, push your chair back a little, and start fiddling with the system unit under the desk. Meanwhile, you approach the door, and I hear the click of the lock closing. Then you return to your spot and sit back in your chair.

After fiddling with the connectors, I turn to you.

 — Now everything should work… ing.

I look at you, unable to utter a word. You are in a formal suit, a jacket and a strict skirt, just above the knees, tightly hugging your hips. You are sitting with your legs slightly apart, and my gaze freezes on the cave formed by your legs. Deep inside, a white spot of panties is visible.

You look at me, and a sly smile plays on your face. You like the stupor your pose has put me in.

 — It's good that the mouse is working. Don't you want to work? — Winking at me, you gesture with your eyes towards yourself.

I nod, unable to say another word. As I was kneeling, I move closer to the chair. I take one foot by the ankle, lift it slightly, and take off the shoe. One, then the other. I kiss the toes of your feet, lightly tickling them with my tongue. Then I move higher…, higher… kissing and caressing your legs. Reaching your knees, I stop and look at you. Your face shows how much you like this. Remaining on my knees, I unbutton your jacket, then take it off and place it on a nearby chair. Now the blouse. One by one, I unbutton the buttons, revealing a beautiful sight to my eyes: Your satin skin on your chest, on your stomach. The blouse is placed on top of the jacket.

I rise from my knees and help you stand up. My hand touches your face and gently strokes it. Then, descending to your neck, then rising again. Finally, unable to resist, our lips merge in a kiss, our tongues intertwine and wander into my mouth, then into yours.

Meanwhile, our hands are not idle either. Yours have wrapped around my neck and pulled me close, mine have moved from stroking your back to the clasp of your bra. The clasp is undone, we slide the straps off your shoulders, and the bra ends up on your blouse. My lips part from yours and move to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving me access to the entire length of your swan-like neck. But that's not enough for me, I descend lower and lower until I reach two hills of perfect shape, covered in satin skin. At their peaks, dark nipples tremble, responding to my lips and tongue.

I stroke them with my hand, kiss them, draw intricate lines with my tongue. From your rapid breathing and soft moans, I understand how much you like this. The pleasure it gives me is even hard to explain.

Gradually, I descend lower and lower, kissing your stomach, until I kneel down again. My fingers find the button on your skirt, then the zipper. With a rustle, the skirt falls to the floor. You take a step to the side, and I, picking up the skirt, place it on top of the other clothes on the chair. You stand before me in just your panties, gently stroking your breasts with your hands, and look down at me.

I begin to kiss and embrace your thighs, continuing to rise from your knees upward. Higher and higher, until I reach your panties. I run my tongue over them. First lightly, then pressing harder and harder. Until the fabric of the panties sinks into the slit, revealing the two halves of your peach. Another soft moan.

I rise from my knees, take off my suit, and lay it out on your desk. While my hands are untying the tie and unbuttoning the shirt, your hands have already managed to unbuckle the belt and unbutton the trousers. The trousers end up on the floor, followed by the briefs sliding down, not without the help of your hands. By that time, I have already taken off my shirt and stand before you naked, my appearance showing how much I want you.

We press against each other, and you not only see but also feel the strength of my desire. I grasp your buttocks and squeeze them, kissing your neck in the meantime. Our lips merge in a kiss again, I press your buttocks against me. What bliss!

I lift you up slightly, and you, wrapping your arms and legs around me, hang onto me. I turn and lay you down on the spread-out jacket, right on your work desk. You lie there, eyes slightly closed, legs dangling off the desk. I lift them and place them on my shoulders, then pull down your panties. You lift yourself slightly, helping me. I lean forward, your legs rest on my back, and I bury my lips in the place where they meet, your moan becomes a little louder, your breasts rise and fall in rhythm with your rapid breathing.

My lips and tongue work diligently below, kissing and stroking both your openings, plunging into one, then the other. I slide my tongue between the two halves, sinking deep inside to its full length. My tongue trembles inside, changing its shape, sliding along the walls, while my fingers massage and stroke your thighs, buttocks.

I rise, insert a finger instead of my tongue, penetrating deeper and deeper inside. Lubricated with your juices, it becomes slippery and easily sinks all the way into the other opening. A second finger takes its place. And now they begin to move inside you together. My other hand wanders over your hills.

Your eyes are closed, your head rolls from side to side, a moan mixed with a groan escapes your chest. You feel good…

This continues until I hear your whisper:

 — I want youuuuu! Enter me!

You don't have to ask me twice, because our desires coincide! My hands rest on your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. I spread the two halves and enter you. Sloooowly. I sink deep inside to my full length. You arch your back, lifting your buttocks off the desk and throwing your head back. Your face shows the bliss you are experiencing!

Holding your hips, I begin to move inside you, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down the pace. In rhythm with my movements, moans and groans escape your lips.

I move inside you, occasionally withdrawing and running along the inner side of your thighs before plunging into you again.

This goes on and on, my hands wander over your body, stroking your neck, breasts, stomach, thighs. I see how good you feel. This sight and the awareness of what I am doing begin to drive me to ecstasy. A little more, more, more… I see that you are also on the edge, a few more moments, and we reach the peak together. Our moans merge, as do our bodies. A few more movements and we freeze, holding onto your hips, I lean back, sinking into you to the very hilt…

Without leaving you, I lean towards you and begin to kiss your breasts, nibbling your nipples with my lips and pulling them towards me. Meanwhile, my hands massage and stroke your buttocks.

When our breathing evens out a little, I withdraw from you. You wrap your arms and legs around me, and I carry you to the shower room located behind one of the doors in your office.

There, you step under the shower, and I wash off the droplets of sweat that appeared as a result of my "work." Taking the hose with the shower head, I kneel down and direct the stream at your "peach," washing out the traces of my love from you!

Another moan from your chest, this gives you no less pleasure than what you just experienced.

Now you take hold of me and stroke my body with your hands and your own body. This gives us unforgettable pleasure. After drying each other with towels, we leave the shower cabin and help each other get dressed.

A farewell kiss, and I head to the door. Unlocking the lock, I open the door and step out. At that moment, the secretary enters the reception area.

 — That's it, the computer is fine.

I leave the reception area, thinking about whether Yanochka's computer will break down tomorrow.

 — I think it will break down.

Smiling at my memories, I went down to my office…