It’s another late night and the office is quiet. It’s just you and me and I hear something. I quietly sneak up to your door to see what you’re doing but I hear you grunting and panting so I try to take a peek through the cracked door. On your screen is my picture from last summer in my red tiny bikini, exposing way more than I’d like since I’m bent over with my face between my legs and drinks in both my hands. My small bikini top exposing my under boob cleavage, this was taken before my top popped all the way up exposing myself to two senior aged tourists. They bought us another round and we sat on their laps.
Why are you looking at my pictures and how did you get access to my private profile? Your door squeaked open and you quickly turned to look but I ran as fast as I could to my desk. I was panting trying to catch my breath when a minute later you are standing at my door. I smile nervously trying to control my breathing. “Hey you’re still here?” I ask “Yea, working on some year end reports. I was about to finish and thought I heard you” your voice calm with a smirk on your face. “Oh, no I’ve been here all this time maybe the janitor is here already.” I feel myself get a little shaky. I’m a terrible liar.
You stare at me then you sit right next to me on my desk, leaning in to me I throw my head back your hot breath touching my neck and I moan, secretly wanting to feel your lips on it. You whisper in my ear “I’m going to need a picture of your tits too” popping off the buttons on my dress shirt.
One… by… one each button making me wetter. I wanted to feel your hands on my breasts. I was going crazy in anticipation, needing you, finally exposing my red bra your cock growing harder in front of me. You reach for the scissors and cut my bra off. My breasts bounce as they fall to their place. My nipples hard begging to be sucked. I throw my head back and I hear your phone camera snap. I look at you and you snap again. I take my shirt off and slowly slip out of my skirt. I’m not wearing any underwear today and you lick your lips with hunger. I stand at my office door and bend over my face between my legs “here is a more appropriate picture for you to use next time” I say smiling. After you take a couple of close ups I turn and kneel over a small ottoman, lying over it with my ass out needing you to take me.