She was a friend of a friend, but from the moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. And when I say have, I mean it in the strongest terms, have, take, the feeling was so strong and felt so right, he knew it would happen.

That first moment was a lunchtime drink, his friend made introductions, she smiled and said ‘hi’ her voice gentle, her eyes blue and the most beautiful he’d ever seen. They stood at the bar, him, her, and the friend in the middle. Walking back to work afterwards he’s even more sure she’s going to become more than a passing acquaintance.

Flash forward 2 weeks, she’s at his flat, they talk and flirt, something or other on the tv. She works where he does and lunchtime has become an exercise in sexual tension. So this has been inevitable. Leaning over to kiss her she straddles his lap, her hair is up and the fine face and eyes look even more striking. He cups her face in his hands and places a deep kiss, tender at first and then more urgent, lips parted their tongues move over each other, probing.

Shifting closer, barely a gap between them, him rigid, and her grinding gently, he moves a hand up inside her top and bra, pinching the nipple and rolling it between his fingers. The friction of fabric on fabric as she’s working herself along the length of his cock elicits a moan from both of them and now she’s really riding, every back and forth draws precum to the tip.

Foreheads touching, faces so close, the breaths coming quick. He kisses her, deep and hard, his hand pushing her mouth onto his. A finger hooked over the band of her jeans, and the thumb rubbing her clit, they’re one mass of writhing body now.

As she rubs his throbbing, wet, penis, through his trousers he continues to work her clit in circular motions. His head buried in her neck, kissing and licking and nibbling, she thrusts and moves totally taken by the moment, climaxing just as he does.