It started off a few weeks ago as office romances always do, with coy looks, lingering touches and ever-shorter skirts on my part, so that when I purposely crossed and uncrossed my legs under my desk, Tom would catch a glimpse of my silky underwear. It was nothing that could go any further, of course – Tom was married, and besides, it was terrible for company image to have anything unprofessional between colleagues – I had been explicitly warned by my boss when I was hired that steamy sex on the photocopier fell into this category.
So I was shocked but excited when I received that first email from Tom over our work server: Don’t wear any panties tomorrow sexy. At first I wasn’t sure what to do – but some part of me was excited about keeping something secret going with a colleague – it made it all somehow far more exciting and added a new spice to the workday. So the next day I uncrossed my legs to reveal my bare pussy to him, just a flash in case anyone else happened to look around.
It escalated from there – dirty texts and naughty pictures batted back and forth between us every day, and on more than one occasion we went back to my flat and had wild, passionate sex. But the sexual tension had never been as high between us as today. Heated looks had been shooting back and forth all morning. It had started with me absently putting my pen to my lips as I considered my next article. I accidentally looked up and met Tom’s eye, and he raised his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips.
Immediately I was aroused – I knew exactly what he wanted. I closed my lips around my pen and began to suck, moving it teasingly in and out of my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I could tell that he was imagining my lips around his thick, dripping cock, my warm, slick tongue working against his heated flesh, licking and sucking and bringing to delicious orgasm, made all the more exhilarating by the other employees only a few meters away, oblivious to what was going on between us.
I positioned my pen so it was once again just gently touching my lips, and peeked the tip of my tongue out, tasting the cool metal, whirling it thoughtfully, making a full circle with my wet tongue. From the look on his face, he was imagining the moist, humid heat of my mouth encircling him, the slightly rough texture of my tongue dragging against his inflamed flesh.
Finally it was more than he could take, and he beckoned me over with a jerk of his head. Suppressing a smirk, I sauntered over to his desk, pretending to bend down and read a paper he was showing me, making sure nobody noticed the hand I placed against his straining, needy crotch.
“You dirty girl,” Tom muttered to me. “You’d better get under my desk and finish me off or I’m going to be sporting a boner at the meeting this afternoon.”
“What about Jodie?” I jerked my head at the intern, whose desk was in plain view of the underside of his desk, which, unlike mine, at least had a back to shield the underside from view from the workers on the other side of the room.
“Jodie?” Tom called out. “Vickie can’t find the 1981 issues of Life on the online archives – could you nip down and fetch the paper copies from down in the basement?”
“What, all of them?” Jodie asked, horrified. “That’s dozens! And 1981 – they’ll be all the way at the back!”
“Good girl,” Tom smiled, and Jodie left in a huff. “Happy now?” He asked me. “Now get down on your knees and suck me off before she gets back.”
Grinning, I took a quick look around to make sure the rest of the office was occupied, and quickly, while Winston was distracted with dislodging the remains of his breakfast bagel from his teeth and Steven was picking up the pen which had dropped under his desk, I ducked under Tom’s desk, losing no time in unzipping his pants and taking him out, hard and needy, as large and gorgeous as I remembered. It was unbelievably exciting, knowing that there were others in the same room, working away on their articles while I was sucking my lover’s dick under the desk. The idea that anyone could walk over at any moment – it was a huge turn on for me.
“All clear. Now use that filthy tongue of yours,” Tom instructed me in a whisper.
I obeyed, knowing that I was completely in control of his pleasure even if he thought he was the one giving orders. I closed my smooth, plump lips around his swollen erection, sucking teasingly at the tip, causing Tom to give the quietest of groans. Pulling back in warning, I met his lust-filled eyes. I put my finger briefly to my lips. He nodded impatiently, gesturing me to get back to giving him head. I wrapped my lips once more around his thick, throbbing penis, dragging my tongue along the prominent and maddeningly sensitive vein along the bottom, followed by my teeth, grazing ever so lightly over the engorged flesh. Tom groaned again, and I squeezed his thigh in warning.
I was too aroused myself to hold back for long though. I began bobbing my head, taking his erection farther into my mouth, moving my lips across the sensitive flesh, using my teeth and tongue to bring him ever closer to the edge. I swirled my slick muscle around him, entirely engulfing his flesh, loving the slightly salty, musky taste of him. Reaching up one hand, I began to caress his balls in rhythm with my ministrations, stroking delicately along the curve of his sac, playing with them lightly as I sucked hard at his throbbing dick, my fingers finding that sensitive spot which drove him absolutely wild. All the time I was gleeful at how powerless he was, forced to remain quiet and collected as I drove him mad with lust, causing pleasure which would usually have him squirming and groaning before me. It was an added thrill to think of Winston sitting there with his Sudoku, no idea what we were doing just a few paces away from him.
“Gods, Vickie, I’m close,” Tom groaned quietly through gritted teeth. “Hurry up and finish me before Jodie comes back.” The urgency in his voice was like strong liquor to me, and I thought about giving him a few last, lingering sucks to send him over the edge.
I love making him come. I love the flavor and thickness of his seed coating my tongue, love the feeling of him coming undone inside me, love the way he sometimes groans my name as if it’s a prayer. But what I love most is leaving him wanting more, especially when there’s nothing he can do about it. I let him fall from my mouth with a wet pop, and, peeping hastily towards where Winston was picking his fingernails, quickly got out from under the desk, adjusting my skirt and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“See you at the meeting, gorgeous,” I winked, and I sauntered off, incredibly pleased with myself knowing that he was hot and bothered and wanting me.
“Your cheeks are bright red,” Steven remarked as he passed me on the way to Tom’s desk with a bunch of papers. Are you feeling all right?”
“Just a little hot,” I shrugged, and sat back at my desk, breathing a sigh of relief that I had escaped when I had – Steven’s approach would surely have given him the perfect view of what we had been doing. As it was, not a soul was the wiser!
But Tom knew how to get his revenge – and get it he did, later that same day. It was the monthly board meeting, and not only my boss, but her boss too, would be attending – not to mention another twelve people from the office. Entering the room, I knew immediately that Tom was planning something; he made a show of holding out a chair for me and choosing the one next to me, not needing to scoot it any closer at the already snug conference table, but putting one hand on my knee, showing that he was not going to let me go without some form of punishment.
I was excited, the thought of him trying something here, with all these people sitting merely inches away from us, our faces clearly visible to them. But I was apprehensive, even fearful of how far he was going to go – he wouldn’t dare to do anything risky – would he?
As the President opened the meeting, Tom’s hand simply rested on my thigh, his thumb lightly stroking my stocking-clad knee. Even this single motion was arousing, the intimate contact in such a formal setting – if anyone had any idea of what he was doing, it would be a disaster – we’d probably both get fired for even that much. The thought of it caused moisture to pool in my panties, the very gentle stimulation of Tom’s stroking juxtaposed with the thrill of getting away with it.
Tom started to take it further as the President continued to speak. He squeezed my thigh, very lightly, and I jumped a little in my seat, just stopping myself from turning to look at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him suppressing a smirk – just how far was he going to test me? I tried to keep my relaxed and attentive posture as he began to stroke firmly up and down my thigh, occasionally squeezing, occasionally pausing to graze his thumb along a particularly sensitive spot of skin. It was deeply arousing, this pleasant sensation under the table whilst men and women with suits listened to the finances for the last quarter.