Here’s a little fantasy called ‘Working Late’

I am working late at my desk and I shout goodbye as the last person leaves the office. I am just wondering if you are still around when you appear in the door. You smirk a little and I can see a hint of two perky nipples showing through your blouse. You walk over silently and move between me and the desk. You sit on the edge and lift a foot up and place the heel of your shoe on the arm of my chair. I run my fingers up your sheer black clad leg past your knee and up your inner thigh under your skirt. They find a lacy top and I realise you are wearing stockings. You lift your other foot and put it on the curved extension of the desk and lean back on one hand.

I am still motionless as you slowly lift the hem of your skirt to reveal that you have no underwear. I gasp audibly as I catch sight of your emerging lips topped by trimmed hair and framed by your stocking tops. Teasingly you run your fingers around your triangle before running one up between the lips of your pussy and over your clit. As your hand pulls on the skin I can see how swollen it is, glistening with your juices.

I lean forward in my chair and press my head between your thighs, enjoying your musky fragrance as I begin to kiss the tops of your thighs, feeling your short hairs against my chin. I kiss your lower lips then part them with my tongue. I begin long strokes. You move your legs wider sending papers and desk stuff flying. You arch your back, throwing your head back as my licking becomes harder and faster. As I nuzzle around your clit I slip a finger into you, then another. I rotate my hand so it is palm up and begin to stroke your G spot with a beckoning movement. I can feel you thrusting your hips towards me and I stop licking to concentrate on using my fingers. I can feel you beginning to shake and your pussy start to contract. Suddenly you scream out and collapse forward into my arms, your breath hot on my neck…