Recently I was reminded of an old FWB that I had. We were both in our early twenties and shared an office. Often times she would look at data on my screen over my shoulder. Smelling her perfume and the tickle of her breath on my neck as she would lean in for a better look. Her full breasts pushing into my shoulder. It drove me wild.

There was an unspoken tension that we both had. She was full figured but proportionate. Always dressed nice. Smelled amazing. She had a smile that would light up the world. I knew she was engaged so I left it at that.

We both had a ton of work to do one evening. I had already decided to work late. Reluctantly she gave in to needing to stay too. She was frustrated because it was her only night to see her fiancé for over a week. I knew from what she was wearing that she was hoping to head straight from work to date night. She called to cancel and he didn’t take it well. She slammed the phone down in frustration.

She clicked away angrily at her keyboard. I felt bad and asked her to look at some data I was having trouble with. She slid her chair next to me with that whoosh of perfume and pheromones that drove me crazy. I would point to the issues and she would reach forward and pulled my hand away so she could see. I started teasing her by blocking the screen with my hand. She would bat it down and I would put it back up. Finally she grabbed it and held on. Our fingers intertwined and electricity pulsed up my arm.

I turned my head to look at her and protest but instead I felt her lips pressing into mine. The world spun as we sat there kissing at my desk. I felt her tongue probe against my lips. We kissed each other deeply and passionately. Her hair softly tickled my fingers as I brushed it away from her neck. She gasped as I kissed her neck down to her collar bone.

Her hand had slid down to my thigh and was staring to head for what was now a rock hard bulge in my pants. Reality came crashing back into the room and we pushed away from each other. Both equally amazed at the hotness of what just happened but guilty for our behavior.

She got up heading for the door without saying a word. I turned to my work to compose myself. That’s when I heard the click of the lock. As I turned around she had already unbuttoned her blouse. Exposing her large round breasts and the sexy lingerie meant for someone else. I sat there with my mouth agape, trying to comprehend what was happening.

She straddled me in my chair as we rolled against my desk. Her skirt was inching its way up as she kissed me and ground against my lap. I could feel the heat from her against my bulge. She thrust into my lap as she pulled her tits out and shoved them in my face. I worked back and forth between both nipples. Sucking them in and nipping them with my teeth. Flicking my tongue across them, causing her to grind the pussy into my lap.

I worked my hand down and felt her shift just slightly so I could slip my fingers under her sheer panties. She was dripping. She gasped as I slid two fingers inside. She moaned as she rode my hand. Grinding and dripping. Fucking my fingers with a frenzied pace. I felt her clamp tight and throb as she began to cum on my hand.

She stood up while catching her breath and leaned over me. Hands fumbled over my pants working to free my cock. As she slid them down there is stood, fully erect. Her lips were over it and she lowered herself to her knees as she held me deep in her throat. Her tongue licked across my balls as she deepthroated me. I was in ecstasy. She was very good at what she did. My head rolled back as she bobbed up and down on me. I felt her remove her lips and slightly readjust. As I regained focus she had moved my wet member between her large tits. Squeezing them around and starting to jerk me off with her tits. On the down stoke she would take the tip of my cock in her mouth. I groaned and was cumming on her mouth and tits in long streams.

We sat. Staring blankly at each other. No words. Just breathing and the smell of sex in the air. The look of guilt washed over her face as she looked at the engagement photo on her desk. She stood and walked over to it. Staring at it she laid it down on her desk. She whispered over her shoulder. “You still need to fuck me.”

I never had fully lost my erection so I moved in behind her. I pushed her down over her desk. The cum on her tits smearing across the picture. I pulled her skirt off revealing her well rounded ass. I could see the pouty lips of her pussy in her thigh gap. I positioned myself behind her. My tip rested against the wetness between her legs. I teased her with the tip as her breathing became more excited. She shifted slightly and spread her legs a little more. This caused me to slide into to her. We both groaned at how good it felt. She was so wet and tight. I was rock hard and she moaned as she took all of me in.

The desk shook as we fucked against it. She felt amazing. Her ass bounced with every thrust. Her thighs began to shake as she had a massive orgasm. I shoved in deep to feel it. Her pussy throbbed around me. She was so tight it was enough to push me over the edge. I unloaded into her. Cumming deep and hard.

She turned around and kissed me deeply and passionately. We both basked in what had just happened. We didn’t know where things would go from here but we agreed we needed to work late more often.