‘Show me how you get hard?’

Fully dressed and seated he looks up, she’s smiling that smile again. Normally it’s during a conversation, a sign that he’s said something she doesn’t quite agree with, and normally it’s ‘out there’ in the office.

As she removes her jacket and leans to drape it over the desk, her white silk top comes untucked from her pencil skirt. A flash of skin, lightly tanned catches his eye. Her hair normally down, is pulled up and clipped, strands of it fall over her shoulders.

She started working for the company at least five years after him, but already has her own office. She was ambitious from the off, her ideas well received and knack for keeping cool in pressure situations have paid off. It’s the first time she’s managed to attain the position she feels she deserves, and it’s good.

He’s done alright as well, but with no office of his own, it’s less obvious to everyone else. Lunchtimes together have changed so much since the beginning, she used to sit on his desk, legs swinging playfully as they talked about nothing in particular, both acutely aware of the tension, almost tangible.

She leans over his shoulder and begins unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open, with a few to go moving her hands down over his chest and back up again, grazing the skin with her nails. Using the palm of his right hand he’s rubbing the length of his cock, slow and firm, it begins to stiffen, the glans prominent through the fabric. The blinds are drawn, and the sound is dulled, but he’s acutely aware of people moving around beyond the window. It’s lunchtime, of course it is, but the office never seems to stops.

Pulling his belt free, still with a hand on his chest as if pinning him down, she reaches into his boxers and pulls, he’s wet already and moans, a shiver too. With his head tilted back, he kisses her, it’s his turn to take control and as their tongues intertwine, he pushes her mouth onto his.

A phone rings, it’s a desk close to where they are, it’s answered, they stop. Breathing heavily her hand still around his penis, now hard and very wet, he pulls her top open and bra down. Her tits full and heavy, with large nipples a beautiful shade of pink, having them kissed and nibbled never fails to get her wet, and as he cups her breast and sucks the nipple, she closes her eyes and…

‘Keep sucking’

The phone call concluded, the low thud of approaching footsteps, and then, inevitably, the rattle of door handle. This time they don’t stop, the door’s locked and who cares anyway, lost as they are.

‘Quick, recline it'

She can only nod her head

As the chair flattens, his mouth leaving her nipple, she steps back slightly and then forward again, moving her underwear to one side, his hands on her hips pulling to meet his eager mouth.

Beyond the glass it’s getting noisy again, lunchtime is almost over. Neither of them had any plans as to how this would go, but it’s obvious they’ll have to cut things short, and reconvene later….