Not wanting to disturb her, he tapped on her office door before easing it open to peek inside. She was sitting behind her desk with her office phone tucked between her chin and shoulder. He smiled and waved to her. She smiled back and motioned for him to come inside. He stepped into her office and closed the door quietly, locking it behind his back as he watched her. Her smile was nice; her eyes twinkled that special way.

She began to scribble a note on a legal pad as he sat down in the chair across from her. She pushed the pad across the desk for him to read. It said, "Conference call. Same topic. Boring. Boring." When he looked up from the note, she rolled her eyes and made a yak, yak signal with her hand.

He took the legal pad and sketched out a note of his own before pushing it back across the desk. "Stand up," was all it said.

She smiled wider and eased herself up out of her chair to stand behind her desk, still holding the phone between her chin and shoulder. He moved around behind her quietly, smoothly, deliberately.

Standing behind her, his hand moved her hair from her neck before he kissed her there. His lips tasted her as he took in her scent. The tip of his tongue drew a wet line up her neck from inside her blouse, up slowly to her ear. As he played over her neck, his hands came around her and found her breasts through her blouse and bra. His palms found her nipples hard and distinct beneath her clothes. Nice, he told himself, very nice.

He couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling. He also knew she liked it. The way she nuzzled her ass back into his cock told him so.

She sighed aloud when his hands eased under her blouse and unfastened her bra. Her ass moved from side to side against him when his hands pushed her bra up and off her breasts. His hands pressed flat into her breasts, feeling her nipples under his palms. His hands pressed flat and moved slowly in circles, massaging, caressing, trying to please her, knowing he was and liking every moment of it.

He could hear the drone of the conversation on the phone against her ear as he began to unfasten her jeans. First the metal button, then the zipper, then his hands on each of her hips, then a smooth push downward, then a step back to kneel as he pulled her jeans down over her pantieless ass, down to her ankles where she could step out of one leg. She knew and she did. One foot out of her jeans, both feet beginning to spread apart.

His face was inches away from her ass. He only had to move just a little bit to kiss her there and let his lips and tongue play in random patterns, his hands holding and massaging and spreading the cheeks of her ass, pulling her pussy open and letting it shut, playing with her, taking in her scent completely before seeking out her taste.

Yes, she knew. He didn't have to suggest it, she just leaned over her desk until she was on her elbows, the phone still pressed into her ear, her ass pressing back into his face.

He let his tongue reach down to find her clit and begin a slow path upward through the lips of her pussy, opening her, wetting her beyond her already wet state, finding the pucker of her ass and licking her there, too. She moved the phone away from her mouth before she moaned and wiggled her ass against his face. He let his tongue enter her pussy, knowing she wanted it, knowing she liked it, knowing it was for them both. One of his thumbs found her clit and rubbed softly as his tongue played inside her, fucking her that way with his face pressed hard and insistently against her.

He knew it could make her cum and he wanted it. He leaned back on his heels and looked at her as he licked and wet a finger. Her ass moved as she searched for him, but when she looked back to see him, she understood. She smiled and waited only a second before he touched her with two fingers. One for her pussy, one for her ass. Each finger eased inside her at the same time, filling her smoothly and evenly.

He watched her eyes widen and felt her ass tighten then relax. She took in a breath and said into the phone, "Pardon me, Jim, but I have to go. Someone's demanding my attention. Perhaps we can discuss this again tomorrow."

He began to fuck her with alternating strokes of his fingers.

"No, Jim," she insisted, trying to breathe normally, "I do have to go. I hope you understand."

He eased a second finger in her pussy.

"I'm sorry, Jim. Bye for now."

When she hung up the phone she mumbled something about him being a bastard before she murmured how good what he was doing felt. Then she came without telling him or warning him.

"Sneaky, aren't you?" he told her as her body quivered and moved by itself.

"Fuck me," was all she said.

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