Dating someone from work is strange. We see each other every day around the office, but we work in different parts of the company so we don't spend much time together. We've hooked up after work a few times now (and one memorable time at work), but we've only been on a handful of actual dates.
Our company has an all-hands meeting every Monday morning. The conference room we meet in isn't quite big enough for everyone. Extra chairs are wheeled in, and people lean against the walls or even sit on the counter around the edge of the room.
I had shown up a bit late and hopped up on the counter because there weren't any seats left. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table and nodded hello to me before our boss started talking. I could tell right away this was going to be a long one because management was presenting their sales plan for the quarter. I was beginning to zone out when I noticed he was staring at me.
I had dressed a bit nicer than usual because I was scheduled to interview some potential new hires. I wore a cute pink button-up shirt with my gray and white infinity scarf. He wasn't looking at my scarf, though. He was staring at my legs. I was wearing a charcoal pencil skirt that ended just above the knees. I had my legs crossed, but from where he was sitting, he could still see a good amount of thigh.
He was trying to be discreet, but I think with the tedious meeting it was hard for him to focus on anything else, the poor dear. I decided to give him a little treat. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them the other way. Now, this wasn't a Sharon Stone-style flash. It was quick, and I don't think anyone but him was at the right angle to see anything. From the look on his face, though, I could tell he got a peek at the hot pink lace of my thong.
Startled, he looked up, but I glanced away, not making eye contact. I couldn't help smiling, though. When I glanced back in his direction a moment later, I noticed he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
The meeting lasted another hour, and I flashed him three more times. I have no idea what the sales plan was, but I know it was the most entertaining meeting I've attended in years. When it was over, he was bright red in the face and had to hold his laptop in front of him as he left the room.
Tuesday
I decided to continue my game of teasing him and wore my favorite skinny jeans. They make my ass look great and make me feel super confident. I paired them with a fitted tee with the Star Wars logo on it. I've had it since high school, and it's just a little too small to wear anymore. For today, that suited my purposes.
I made a point of cruising past his desk a few times. I may have exaggerated my hip sway a bit. It's possible that I "accidentally" dropped my phone in front of his desk and had to bend over at the waist to pick it up.
All I know is that he suddenly found a reason that we needed to talk. In the back stairwell. For 15 minutes. With me pushed up against a wall and his lips on mine. I let him get to second base before I sent him back to his desk. I noticed he was walking a little funny on his way out.
Wednesday
I'm not sure he got much work done, what with me texting filthy messages to him all day. He was happy to respond in kind, and I'm not ashamed to admit the game got me a bit worked up as well. When he finally worked up the nerve to ask for some pics, I was happy to agree.
I headed for the restroom and took the big stall. Today I had on a baggy sweater and an old, ripped up pair of jeans. Under that, I was just wearing a tank top and no bra. I hung up my sweater and noticed my nipples were already stiff. I brushed my palms over them, sending a shiver down my spine. Biting my lip, I took several photos. They were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my tank top.
I picked the best one, cropped it so my face wasn't in it, and sent it to him. A moment later I got the reply:
"Damn. Can we see each other tonight?"
"Sorry," I wrote back, "I've got plans tonight." I didn't have any plans, but I wanted to keep teasing him all week.
I unzipped my jeans and opened them just enough to show a hint of lace. I took another photo and sent it to him.
"Now it's your turn," I said.
About 10 minutes later, just as I was about to give up and go back to my desk, I got a photo from him. Eagerly, I opened it.
From the tile floor in the background, I could tell he had taken the photo in the men's room. His pants were unbuttoned and his hand was wrapped around the base of a plump-looking erection. The skin of his cock looked taut, and the head was dark red, nearly purple. My breath caught in my throat as I zoomed in and saw a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip.
Oh, my. This was revving my engine more than I expected. Sliding one hand into my panties, one finger brushed over my clit and found my lips already wet. I slipped that finger inside myself up to the second knuckle. I bit my lip at the sensation, then pulled my hand back out and took a photo of me sucking the wetness off my finger. I cropped it so it was just my visibly wet finger with my lips wrapped around it and sent the photo to him.
Thursday
We took a long lunch together but never made it out of the parking garage. We got into my car and started making out and lost all interest in doing anything else. He leaned his seat back, and I practically climbed on top of him. Our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. Before long he had freed my breasts from the purple fabric of my wrap dress and the cami I wore under it. He was caressing and rubbing them, pinching and squeezing. I had hiked my dress up and had thrown a leg over him, grinding on his thigh. One hand was up his shirt, the other tangled in his hair.
He was sucking on my earlobe, and my breath was becoming ragged when he asked if I would go down on him. I didn't love the idea of doing that in the parking lot where someone might see us, but right at that moment, I couldn't imagine saying no. I shifted around to kneel on my seat, and he swiftly unbuttoned his pants.
His cock practically sprung out of his boxers. Eagerly, I licked my lips and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned down and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, ending by circling the ridge of his head. It twitched in my hand, and he gasped when I wrapped my lips around it.
I swirled my tongue, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling my mouth. I began bobbing my head, pulling him in and out. I squeezed his shaft in time with my motion, tugging it gently toward me. He responded by lifting his hips, pushing more deeply into my mouth.
It couldn't have been more than a minute or two before both of our phones began buzzing. We both got the same message. A client's website was offline, and it was an all-hands-on-deck situation: "Get back to the office NOW."
Sadly, I tucked his cock back into his jeans. I'm not sure who was more disappointed.
Friday
The emergency outage didn't get fixed until past 10 pm. By the time it was done, we were both too exhausted to even think about picking up where we left off and so went our separate ways. But it strengthened my resolve to continue the game. In a way, it was perfect. Our unfinished encounter had left him literally gasping for more. Now I could spend the day teasing him, and the payoff would be even better.
I chose my weapons carefully. A flouncy, knee-length, floral print skirt to show off my calves. A cami with a lace trim and a cardigan over it. No bra, but under the skirt were my favorite pair of ruffled black boy shorts. I pulled my hair into a ponytail.
In my head, I could already feel him behind me, lifting my skirt and entering me. His hands roughly tugging down the front of my shirt, freeing my breasts. Pulling my hair as he starts fucking me... Oooh, I got shivers just thinking of it.
Of course, the shivers could have been from the second part of my game plan. Tucked into my panties and nestled against my clit was a special toy I bought for this purpose.