She slammed the stall door and shoved the lock into place.

That man was infuriating. He was her boss of six months. The entirety of that time he had played with her. Pushing her buttons to see how she would react. They were both single and the spark between them had been growing since the first day when they had been thrown in together during a hostile corporate merger.

This morning, she had spit her cappuccino as she walked into the biggest shitstorm she had seen in recent memory. She didn’t even drop off her bag and went straight to his office. When she arrived, he was pacing behind his desk. Moving towards her, he grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the door to shut it.

His touch was absolutely electric.

“I need your brain on this one. When it comes to accounts like this, you are the only one I trust to pull it off. Can you meet tonight after the executive meeting to debrief and plan?” He had let his hand drop slowly and brush her arm. His eyes never broke contact as he confided in her.

And now she had to meet him later. How the hell was she gonna keep her hands off that man? He was her boss. That he smelled like heaven and made her want to rub her core raw was beside the point.

She could not fuck this man. No way.

She pulled up her pencil skirt and tucked it under her arm. Using her thumbs she hooked her panties and yanked down. Her cheeks flushed as she noticed the dark wet spot already formed on the silk.

Her fingers splayed her lips and she could hardly suppress a groan. His hands were so large, but delicately formed with long thin fingers. She imagined him using those same digits to spread her lips wide. The cool air of the bathroom made her breath hitch and she allowed herself to settle back on the toilet making sure to spread her knees as wide as they could go.

Forcing her lips apart, she used her fingers to press down on the sides of her clit; the little bundle of nerves reacted by engorging with blood to the point she could almost feel her heartbeat at her body's center. Squeezing her fingers gave her the most delicious ache. A touching, but not touching pressure that made her want to rut into her hand to get some kind of friction.

Her other hand came up and began pinching her clit before taking two fingers and pressing against the knot of tissue and beginning to rub.

Abandoning keeping her lips spread, she plunged her middle finger into her now sopping cunt. She could hear her wetness and was thankful no one else was in the bathroom so she wouldn’t have to be silent. knowing that she would need to press against that spot deep in her to make herself cum, she increased the pressure of her fingertips. Wiggling her middle finger, she felt a shock as she brushed against her core—so deep that she could barely reach it herself, but his fingers would reach it just fine.

She thought of how he would take her. Pulling open her blouse to suckle her breasts, bitting her neck and forcing his fingers into her mouth, telling her under no uncertain terms to get them wet so that he could fuck her with them. She could hear his voice in her head as she slowly inserted another finger into her pussy.

“You’re going to cum on my fingers first. Can’t be splitting open that sweet cunt with no preparation. Don’t want to hurt you, pretty thing. Now, spread your legs. After you cum, I will let you taste my cock. “

With that in her mind, she gingerly pushed one more finger into her weeping slit. The fullness was almost painful, but it fueled something in her. Scissoring her fingers, she brushed against the spot and then began to rub her clit even harder and faster.

She could almost feel his cock pressing into her—striking her core with every invasion of her cunt. Folding her over the big mahogany conference table and using his knees to get her to Spread her so wide that her juices dripped down her thigh.

That image, of him behind her wantonly fucking her eager cunt pushed her over the edge. She froze her fingers right at her center and rutted her hips up into her frenzied hand. The change in angle pulsed through her and she rubbed her swollen clit through her orgasm. Cum poured from her gaping slit and drenched her palm.

A long sigh escaped her lips as she came down. Slowly, she closed her legs and began slow process of putting herself back together before the meeting. As she stopped at the sink, she looked down at the hand that had been inside her. Slipping two fingers into her mouth, she wondered if he would be able to smell the evidence of her orgasm on her as they worked closely through the evening.