Secretary Romance

Sandy hates the stack of reports on her desk. The only thing worth staying late for sits one desk away. She watches the brunette’s ass stretch every seam of that pencil skirt whenever Breanne bends for a file. Breanne feels the gaze and smiles, never bothering to hide the extra sway in her hips. The last coworker clocks out and the door clicks shut. Afternoon light cuts across the empty desks. Sandy stands. She crosses the short space between them, places her hand on Breanne’s lower back, and leans close enough to let her breath tickle the brunette’s ear. Breanne rises slowly, turns, and meets Sandy’s mouth with an open, hungry kiss. Their tongues slide. Sandy’s hand drops to cup one round cheek, squeezing, pulling her closer. Breanne answers by sliding her thigh between Sandy’s legs, pressing up until the blonde moans into her mouth. Clothes come off in quick, careless motions—blouse buttons pop, skirts puddle. Sandy’s full breasts press against Breanne’s. The brunette’s nipples tighten against bare skin. She turns, bends over the desk, and Sandy drops to her knees behind her. She spreads Breanne open, tongue gliding over wet folds, licking deep. Breanne gasps and pushes back, demanding more. Sandy keeps going, fingers gripping those soft cheeks, until Breanne’s thighs start to shake. Breanne spins, lifts Sandy onto the desk edge, and parts the blonde’s legs. She sinks two fingers inside Sandy while her tongue works the swollen clit in tight circles. Sandy’s head falls back, blonde hair spilling across paperwork, moans growing louder with each thrust. Her hips buck, chasing every stroke until the orgasm rips through her in hard, pulsing waves. They stay pressed together, breathing hard, lips brushing. Sunlight slants over their bare skin, the office silent except for the low sound of kisses starting again.