Her cube isn't that far from my office. It's almost her lunch time. I slowly slide my chair back and wait.
She doesn't speak when she enters; the smirk on her face says enough. The only sounds are of the door - closing, locking, and then that of her clothes rustling as she crawls between my thighs, penned between them and the desk.
She looks up at me as she slides the zipper down to see if I am going to stop her, if I am going toy with her her, or if I am going to feed her right away. I laugh lightly and push her head down.
We do enjoy these lunches.
"You can leave the door open," I tell her when she saunters out.
1 comments:
that is a wckd workplace indeed...~licks lips
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