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On rainy days, my job confines me indoors. Though I had much to catch up on the computer, my mind wandered. So when Sylvanus told me he was heading into a meeting, I told him I should text him to make his phone vibrate. I never got to finish the dirty little story I was texting him, but it did inspire this:

It’s my first meeting ever, since being hired at your place of work. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my place at the conference table next to you. Our boss began to talk of projects and dates and slowly my mind wandered and so did my hand.

Sitting to your right, my left hand found place underneath the table on your thigh. At first I just place it there, paying attention to the boss, but I hear you take in a sharp breath. I grin and my high heeled foot finds your right leg. Slowly, I run my foot up and down your calf. I’m sure I am making a mess of your slacks.

My left hand starts to mimic my foot. I run my fingertips gently over your thigh. Absently, my fingers curl and dig and scratch the muscle through the fabric. Still the boss goes on and on … but I can’t keep up with what he is saying.

My fingers trace your inner thigh, I feel your calf muscle go tight under your foot. I seem to be distracting you. Good.

I trace slow circles along your inner thigh, teasing you, running my fingers all the way up your pants, stopping before the place where I know your balls lay. I can feel the heat of you. I bite my lower lip and move my hand to your balls. I cup them as best I can through the fabric. Cradling them in my fingertips. I hear you gasp softly, shift in your seat, and tense your muscles.

I can feel your cock twitch, this makes me moan under my breath, only you can hear it. This excites you. You know this moan. Your cock twitches again. You shift once more, trying to ease the discomfort of your growing lust. The heat increases in your pants. My hand can’t resist.

I grab your cock, feel it’s hardness through the fabric. You breathe in deeply. I squeeze your hardness. I run my fingers along your shaft. I find the head and massage you. I try to stroke you right there, but I can’t. I hold you hard in my grasp. The heat and hardness of you makes my cunt ache. As my thumb glides over the head, I can feel a slight wetness forming on your cockhead… you are dripping precum for me… you know how much I have to taste this.

I glance at you briefly, in my eyes you see the need. You shift once more in your chair, cough loudly and in one movement unzip your slacks.

Still the meeting goes on and still I have no idea what is going on.

My hand gently resumes it’s position at your crotch. Your cock head pushes at the opening of the zipper, your boxers barely containing your erection. I dip my fingers into your pants, past the zipper, through your boxers and find your cock. I get lost in the feel of it’s hard softness. My fingers caress it gently, until I find my prize. Many drops of precum. I take it to my fingertip.

I glance down at it’s beauty. I ache to wrap my mouth around your cock.. to suck the precum out of it’s source. Quickly I bring my finger to my mouth and take the precum off. I savor it. I smile. I want more.

You tuck yourself away quickly. I am suddenly aware of the noise around me. Seems like the meeting is over. Together we stand, your files held low in front of you. I smile as our boss approaches us.

“I hope your first meeting with us was painless and not boring.”

“Oh no, ” I grin. “It was not boring at all.”

The boss grins and leaves us in the conference room. We laugh and giggle and head towards our offices, eyeing the employee bathrooms longingly. There is a stall with our name on it for sure. But for now, your taste lingers deliciously on my tongue.

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