It’s a busy Saturday as I find myself wrapping up reporting on a Saturday. The empty office just is filled with the sound of keyboard strokes and the odd hustle and bustle of the main road outside the window it looks out on. Occasionally catching someone glancing in to sympathize with the poor sod having to work on the Saturday morning.

A noise in the door jars me from my focus for me to find you standing in the doorframe and watching me with a smile. “I saw your car outside”, you nod with your head as my eyes drink in the sight of your legs and frame in the sundress you are wearing.

“Who could bemoan such a distraction from working this hard?” I say as I watch you from my desk, daring you to take the first steps towards what I know is coming.

“So hard at work?” You ask with a smirk as you stroll across the room to play with the closer of the blinds with your back turned to me.

“Not as hard as I should be, but leave the blinds and I might be.” I shoot back and watch you have a slight shudder, knowing you never wanted to have it closed.

“Oh really? Is that a promise?”

“Come over here and I’ll show you.”

I watch you stroll across the room to behind my desk. “So where is this proof?” you ask with that glint in your eye that I cannot resist.

I lean forward in my chair to push you up and back so that your bum rests on my desk.

“Don’t...” I say as I push your legs apart before kissing the inside of each knee.

“Doubt...” as I lift your legs over the arms of my chair, the dress riding up to just show me a glance of the thong you are wearing underneath.

“it… for… a… second…” I utter as I kiss my way up your thighs as your breathing quickens and I lean in even closer.

As I slip my fingers inside your thong to pull it to the side, I let out a groan. “FUCK I love how wet you get for me” as the back of my fingers graze through your wetness.

I lean in to taste you and attempt to slip my tongue inside you as you lean your head back and run your fingers through my hair.

A slight groan escapes your lips as my tongue finds its way to your clit and my finger finds its way inside you to find your gspot.

The grip on the back of my head strengthens as I bring you closer and closer until you glance up and see in the reflection of the frames on the wall behind me that someone might be watching you from the street.

“I think... we might... have an audience...”  you moan in between breaths.

“Good, show them just what a good girl you are.” I reply before sucking on your clit and rubbing your gspot harder. Pushing you closer and closer until the dam wall breaks…