I hadn't seen my boyfriend for a while as he had to travel for work. We talked on the phone, video called when it was possible, sharing what we would do to each other next time we met. He told me he wanted to come to my workplace and take me over my desk. I told him that it sounded so hot and I would love it.

He called me a few days later to say he would arrive the next evening and we made plans to go out once my shift was done. (I worked and still do as a restaurant manager). What I did not realise is that he had called the landline merely to check if I was in fact in duty. He was on his way to me from the airport.

I was in my office when I heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was one of my team, I said they could come in. Little did I know...

I felt my chair being turned very quickly, then I was pulled from it and I heard myself let out what sounded like a 'yelp'. My mouth was covered instantly and the kiss was long, deep and hungry. I was staring into my boyfriend's eyes.

Before I could say anything he deftly lifted my dress, pulled my panties aside and I could feel his hardness against my bum. I tried to protest someone could walk in but he wanted to know nothing. He quite roughly, though I admit it didn't hurt, pushed me onto my desk and held both my hands in place in one of his big ones and then I felt him enter me doggy style. I couldn't help but start to moan and he used his free hand to cover my mouth. He pushed himself in deep and slow, then went faster. I was sure everyone could hear my desk move. I have no idea how long it was. I could feel my orgasm was about to rip through me as he said in my ear: "I'm cumming" and I felt him fill me up, some running down the inside of my thighs. He slumped over onto me, kissed my neck, said, "Thanks doll, I'll see you downstairs in a bit", and left me in my office, wet, satisfied, but with shaky legs.

I somehow found the strength to fix myself up, get to the bathroom which was next door to my office, then make my way to all the tables and ask if all was ohk with a silly grin plastered on my face. I found him at the bar counter, drinking a whisky and he had a mischievous grin on his face. He had ripped my panties and if I hadn't been wearing a sensible (though sexy) black dress I would have been in trouble.

Later that evening when we arrived at his place we relived that moment and then some.