I closed the door and the clicking of the lock drew his attention from the computer screen. Without a word I stalked to his desk slowly, popping a button on my blouse with each step I took. He kept the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder and muttered something, his eyes lighting up as more and more of my black lace bra was exposed.

There was no way I was going to let him get away with that stunt this morning.  Sending me dirty texts while I was meeting with a client? Such a naughty boy.

My panties sat discarded in my own office, and I hiked my skirt up to reveal my thigh-highs and waxed pussy that was practically weeping with arousal now, thanks to reading his words.

He accommodated my intrusion by leaning back in his chair and allowing room for me to set myself on the edge of his desk.

“Tom, I’m going to have to call you back,” he said when I spread my legs and ran a finger over my swollen lips.

I sighed as I teased myself, antagonizing him by spreading the wetness until my cunt gleamed.  When I finally used my fingers to display my swollen pink clit, he groaned and leaned forward.  My stiletto lifted and pushed him back in his chair. He wasn’t allowed to touch me.

Leaving my heel against his shoulder, I lavished my slick pearl with gentle circles, moaning just loudly enough so that no one beyond the oak door could hear.  He pressed against my foot to try to move closer again, but I fought him, delighting in the small groan my pointy heel elicited.

Faster circles, more pressure.  I could feel the ache build, the urge to be filled growing with each swirl. He was practically drooling by the time I pushed two fingers inside and began fucking myself.

I moaned again and whispered how good it felt.  So warm.  So wet.  So swollen and tight.

His cock was desperately begging to be freed.

Drawing my plump lower lip between my teeth, my eyes locked on his and told him I was about to come.

He watched my cunt tighten and release over and over, throbbing, my hips moving just a little throughout my orgasm.

He would have loved to at least lick the juice from my thighs, but I wouldn’t allow that either. I did grant him one favor, however; running my index finger through my slit once more, I reached out and glazed his lips with my cream.

“Don’t forget to call Tom back,” I said with a wink, and then left to finish my workday.