The Desk

She sat at her desk. Little did she know that someone was beneath it, waiting for the right time. She was typing away, lost in her own thoughts. She had created a world only she could understand. A hand skimmed across her calf. A small yelp came from the back of her throat. She didn't have time to bend down and look under to see whose hand it was because two hands came out and grasped her hips. They held her in place while a mouth came close. Damn it! She thought. I shouldn't have worn a skirt today. Her mind was fleeting, she struggled to think of who it might be. But she couldn't put normal thoughts together.

This skirt was just not going to work, she thought. I can't believe I wore this today, her mind screamed. A hand was on her thigh creeping ever so slowly towards the part that made her woman. She could feel her body heat up, her blood pulsing towards a spot that no one had touched in some time. She sat back, impulsively. But the hand didn't leave her. A tongue replaced the hand and started to lick the inside of her soft, creamy white thigh. She sighed. Looking around behind her, she saw no one in the now empty office. It was after hours. She couldn't take this kind of risk.

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