The printer whirs as I scroll through my phone waiting for my print job to be done. Soft conversations and well wishes past between colleagues when you walk in. I glance at you before returning my attention to my phone.

You pull me over to you kissing at me neck as you use your body to block the view in. Anyone walking past will think you’re printing something and not shoving your hands down my shirt. I struggle against your prying hands until you slide your left hand down my skirt and between my thighs. Your middle finger finding my clit and circling it.

Your hardening behind me now, pushing your cock against my ass until your rock hard and I’m grinding back against you.

You slip your finger between the lips of my pussy and fun my clit with your palm. My breast still in your hand as you subtly dry hump my ass.

“You need to be filled,” you whisper into my ear as you slide in another finger.

I slide my hand between us, gently caressing your balls, then brushing my finger tips up the shaft to your head. You roll your hips into my hand until I find the rhythm you like. Your soft moans and erratic breaths reaching my ear as I ride your fingers.

Then someone calls for us. “We need those copies for the meeting, but I think she’s making them. I’m going to go check,” we hear from the other end of the hall.

You pull your fingers out of me allocating a soft, disappointed whimper. You help me adjust my clothes and smile at the broken button that dangles from the string. Slipping your wet fingers in your mouth to clean my arousal off of them, you close your eyes enjoying the taste. My eyes dropping to your buldging cock that jumps as you do.

“There you are,” one of our colleagues states breaking us both out of our trance. I grab the copies quickly, hiding my button in the process.

“She makes the most divine cupcakes,” you state as our colleague watches you slide your fingers out of your mouth. “I needed to talk to you,” you say to him ushering him out of the door.

I compose myself and slip into the conference room to handout the pamphlets and take my seat. My mind spiraling from the moisture between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together attempting to alleviate the sensation, but the only thing that will do that is you.

You sit beside me moments later, flipping through the handouts as you move your chair closer to mine, then intently listen to your boss talk about something that makes my eyes cross. Your thick hand touches my thigh, squeezing it to keep my attention on the budget number on the screen. The lights dimmed at some point.

I put my hand on yours, peaking around the room before placing your hand between my thighs and rolling my hips against your finger times. You don’t resist.

As you speak up, your fingers enter me. How can you be so calm while your fingers are priming my pussy for your cock. I try not to moan, or make a face, while your fingers curl and thrust inside of me. I look down at the handout, my orgasm quickly approaching as your fingers withdraw from my slick entrance and circle my swollen clit. As someone makes a dry joke, eliciting laughs from the group, I grab your wrist fighting the urge to cry out as I cum. Your fingers immediately sliding inside of me to make me ride my high a little longer.

“We’ll work on the problem,” you say, like your not still finger fucking me through the remnants of an orgasm. You glance at me, a glint of pride in your eyes. “Meet me in my office after this,” you state with so much hidden promise that my pussy pulsates around your finger.

Fuck me…

The whole office is going to hear us.