I almost had a fit when I saw the notification pop up that said I had a meeting in 15 minutes. I had been preparing to go home and the All Hands meeting had slipped my mind. I thought about leaving anyway, would anyone actually notice? There were enough people in the meeting, they wouldn't notice one person missing surely. I had put effort into my appearance today and was eager to meet my friends down at the bar.

'Hey, you coming to this meeting?' a voice said across my desk. I looked up from my monitor to see that gorgeous guy from IT looking at me. I hadn't caught his name yet, it was his first week on our level. Apparently he'd come from another team. Wherever he was from, he was certainly breaking the stereotype of the IT nerd. He had longer hair, not quite long but there was a playfulness to it. He had blue eyes that had a spark of humor. I often heard people laughing near his desk. Today he had a blue office shirt on, the sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that had definitely seen their fair share of exercise.

'Oh... wait... where is everyone?' I asked.

'They're in the conference room on 1' he said.

'Oh right' I said. I felt like a bit of an idiot. Everyone would be on level 1 for the free food. There was always free food at the all hands. Of course the CFO, based in the East, called an all hands when the West Coast were all due home.

'I booked room 12 if you wanted to join?' he offered, breaking my train of thought.

'Yeah I'll be there in a sec' I said, before I thought about it too much. He smiled back. Cheeky little shit.

I saw him enter the meeting room and quickly checked my reflection in the glossy planter next to me desk. I looked pretty good, hair was still in a neat ponytail, eyeliner hadn't smudged and my lips were a nice pink. I was about to stand, then I thought came into my mind. I looked back at my reflection on the and took a segment of my hair out, letting it drape down the side of my head. For a moment I panicked as it looked unkempt, but then it dropped into place and I liked it. Hopefully he would as well.

I thought about undoing a button on my top, but that was too much. Let's not go crazy here.

I walked into the meeting room and saw the guy leaning back on the chair at the head of the table, his feet on the one next to him. I glanced around and saw we were the only two people in the office.

'Looks like it's just us two' I said.

'Looks like it' he said, taking his shoes off. I raised an eyebrow. He raised both of them back at me with a daring smile. Daring me to call him out. I said nothing, making a show of primly sitting down across from him.

He reached over to the meeting room console and dialed into the meeting. He turned on the camera, but kept the mic muted. I could see dozens of little squares popping in as everyone joined.

'This'll be good' the guy said, his voice laced in sarcasm.

I couldn't help but feel conscious being in the room alone with him, but he was kinda hot and kinda cheeky and I was kinda starting to have fun with his flirting.

The CFO's head appeared, an older man with a dreary voice that I barely listened to a word on. After a minute or so, I heard a chair move. I didn't want to make eye contact with the guy, wanted to tease him a little. That's when his foot touched my leg.

I didn't react at first, not outwardly. Inwardly I felt a thunderbolt of electricity run up my leg from where he touched it. It had been a playful poke from his sock-clad foot and I was struggling to figure out how to react. It was cute and I didn't want to make a fool of myself by not returning the same energy.

I had thought about it too long because his foot returned and gently stroked up my leg. I exhaled sharply this time, but continued not looking at him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. The stroking continued, lightly, pausing between.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I turned to face him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring resolutely at the meeting on the big screen, his face taught with fake concentration. The nerve on this guy.

I decided to play back, slipping my shoe off and turning my body to get a run at his legs. I stroked his calf, outstretched on the chair across from him. It was firm, toned. I felt a heat building in my pussy. I took my leg back, waited a moment for the next move. When it didn't come, I went for round two.

Only this time he fought back, blocking my leg with his leg. I opened my mouth in mock shock at him, but he continued to refuse eye contact. The only response I got from him was a slight curl in the side of his mouth as he tried to avoid smiling. We continued our little leg-fight for a few rounds before he grabbed the console and turned the camera off.

'Mark is a massive fuckhead' he said out loud. I turned to stare at Mark, the CFO, who was still blabbing on screen. There was no reaction and when I turned back I saw the guy raise is eyebrows and then... slide down the chair like it was a childrens slippery-dip. At first I was confused, almost put off, but then I felt his hands graze my calves, sliding up to my thighs and giving a gentle nudge to my inner thighs.

I slowly opened my legs, thunderbolts of hot, sticky energy charging up and down my torso as I felt him staring at my black panties. His hands were gentle, careful as they slowly made their way along my outer thighs. He started pushing my skirt up, I lifted myself up enough to let it go up, he pushed it past my ass, giving my ass a good grab as he did. I couldn't see him still, but I felt as he walked his fingers around my lower back, down my hips and onto the edges of my panties. He started pulling them down and I didn't stop him, lifting my ass up to let them slide down to my ankles.

I looked down, but all I could see was conference room tabletop. I felt his breath on my inner thigh, felt his lips gently kiss his way up, his tongue warm and devilish as went up. I bit my lip and struggled to control my heavy breathing as I felt his jaw brush against my inner thighs and...

His tongue found my pussy.

He slowly licked his way up, kissing the top and giving it a gentle suck before he burrowed his tongue in to find my clit. Within moments he found the little nub and I jolted at the sensation. I had already been wet and horny as fuck when he'd started this little game but having his tongue lapping me up was building an intense ball of pleasure in me that I needed to burst. He sensed my needs, my wants, and reached his hands out to grab my ass, mounting the pressure with his tongue. He clearly knew how to make a girl cum, the pressure, the speed, the rhythm. He wasn't letting up, his tongue must have been getting tired by now but there was no remorse, no break as I started bucking. I grabbed his head and shoved it into me, biting my lip as he supercharged his movements and with an uncontrollable shudder, I came into his mouth.

I let go of his head and wriggled away, unable to take anymore. I bucked a few more time as the orgasm rippled through me before slumping back on the chair, my chest heaving.

I heard shuffling and eventually a head peeked out above the table. He gave me a wicked grin, his chin dribbling my cum and his saliva down it.

'That felt good' he said. I coughed a laugh.

'I'll say' I said. He stood up and walked over to my chair, turning it so he could take in my ragged appearance. My hair was no longer neat, I had mangled it with my hands mid-cum. My panties were dangling by my ankles and my skirt was hiked up to reveal my secrets.

'Do you mind if we fuck?' he asked. I smiled.

'Ok' I said. I was still dripping from my own cum. My pussy felt great on the outside, but lonely on the inside. It could use some company.

I reached forward and stroked his pants, feeling the bulge of his cock.

'Nice' I said, unsure of what else to say. I started unbuttoning it, looking up at him. He looked surprised, but pleased. I pulled out his cock and gave it a lick. He groaned so I gave it a kiss. He put a hand on my head, beckoning me, begging me to put it in his mouth.

I put it in my mouth, putting pressure where I knew he'd like it. I moved up and down a few times and felt him fill out in my mouth. He wasn't firm anymore, but rock hard. I felt his hands gently pull my head away.

'I can't wait' he said, and he grabbed my arms and pulled me upright.

'I have to have you' he said.

I almost choked on my reaction. I had never been told those words by someone that looked the way he looked. His face was all hunger, but not in the transactional, desperate way I had seen before. This guy looked hot as fuck. He pushed me down onto the table, firm but fair. A lay on my back and spread my legs for him.

He lifted his shirt up to reveal a tight, toned stomach that made my bite my lip.

'Oh fuck' I said as I realized this guy was about to fuck me. I didn't want it gentle today, I wasn't him to slam me into the table.

He pulled his pants down and guided his dick into me, sliding it into my vagina on the first try.

'Nice shot' I said, he smiled. It was a little sheepish, the first little crack in his confidence I'd seen. It made him sexier, more real.

'Fuck me' I encouraged. He started slowly, getting the angles right, getting the sensations right, getting my juices all over his cock for the best feeling. I adjusted myself, reduced the pressure on my ass and started to lean back as he started thrusting hard.

Harder.

His hands moved up from the table and up my shirt, grabbing my tits and shoving them around. He put one had behind my lower back and lifted me up, making me cry out as his dick reached new angles inside of me. When his arm tired, he lowered me back and yanked my top down, popping my tits out. I stared at him in mock incredulity. He smiled and put his mouth on my tits, licking the nipples, sucking on them, giving them a little nibble.

'Oh my god' I said as the double sensation started building the pressure again. I could feel his orgasm coming and I greedily hoped I would come again before him. His fucking start moving with renewed vigor, the final stretch. I wasn't sure if I'd cum so I moved my hand down to my clit and started rubbing, shooting all kinds of fuck-energy into my building orgasm. He saw this and leant back, giving me the space to touch myself.

'That's fucking hot' he breathed as he pounded me into the table. My ass hurt from the pressure of being slammed into the table, but it was overridden by the overwhelming fuck-pressure in my crotch.

I went supernova as he came, all the pressure releasing as his last few pumps slammed into me and he grunted and gasped as he filled me up. We both bucked as we came and he fucked me a few more times, teasing me as he pretended to pull out then shoved it back in, making me moan each time. He leant down on me and gave each tit a kiss and lick before smiling and pulling out proper.

I felt empty without him inside.

I laid back on the table, getting my breath back. Eventually my brain registered that the CFO was still talking, unaware that two of his employees has fucked their brains out in meeting room 12.

'I was going to ask you out' he said as he pulled his pants up.

'Was?' I queried as I pulled my skirt down and tried to pull my panties up with some dignity.

'Well I don't need to now' he said with a wink. I shook my head at the absolute nerve of this guy.

'Who says I would have said yes?' I said. He frowned a moment, exaggerating his thoughts.

'Hey, would you like to go out tonight? For a drink?' he asked. He'd dropped the coy act and, if anything, despite the fact that he'd just made me cum twice, looked a little nervous. I gave him my best smile.

'Yeah, I think I can make that happen' I said.