Lunchtime

Quickie.

She hopped up on his desk, sitting on his documents as she made herself comfortable. He’d just make her to move his computer before she’d sat.

“Mr. K. It’s lunchtime, innit?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he drew in a breath. “Sarah, what did I tell you about coming in to the office like this?”

“You told me to ‘save it for after work’, but I have a surprise.” One brown eyebrow lifted. “I think you’ll really like it.”

Her voice ended on a singsong note. He was gearing up to lecture her about what it cost him to be interrupted when she lay back on his desk and lifts her skirt. Two perfect thighs parting was enough to stall her rant.

He took a deep breath as she showed him her freshly shaved cunt. She used both hands to spread herself apart.

“It’s noon.”

He nodded, his eyes trained on her erect clit. She was a coral pink color on the inside and so wet.

“Time to eat, Mr. K. I made sure to bring you some lunch.”

She bent her feet up so her heels sat on the edge of the desk. Her two fingers pushed inside and the retreated to play with her clit. He found himself leaning in to watch, the smell of her intoxicating.

She parted her labia with one hand and played with her clit with the other. Looking down her body at him, she let her knees fall out a little.

“Aren’t you going to eat? I know you’re hungry.”

Thrust, circle, thrust circle. Over and over. He was more then hungry; he was starving. He rolled forward in his chair, Wrapped his arms around her thighs, and pulled her to his mouth to feast.