0 comments/ 62491 views/ 17 favorites Last Day At Work By: thatguywholikesstuff Sarah kept glancing up at the clock. She was getting excited, today was her last day at this job, and the day was almost over. She was in the back corner of the production floor, trying to finish up her batch for the day. She may have hated working here, but she felt it would be poor form to leave an unfinished batch for someone else to take care of on Monday. She could at least have the common courtesy of leaving everything in good order before she went. She bent over the production table and concentrated on finishing as quickly as possible. It was near the end of the day, but maybe she could finish this and get out ten or fifteen minutes early. In her eagerness to finish up this last bit of work, she didn't realize that it had gotten strangely quiet on the floor. Sarah half-felt, half-sensed someone behind her. She started to straighten up, to see who was there. It was probably somebody just stopping by to say one last goodbye. In a sense she was right. Before she could even completely stand, she felt something slide over her head, some type of canvas sack or bag. The world went black, and she immediately started flailing to free herself. Suddenly the quiet production floor was loud, voices all around her, her own panting and gasping loud in her ears. Something crashed to the floor off of the table she had been working at. She felt several sets of hands on her, groping her, forcing her downwards. Despite her struggles she was bent over at the waist, her torso on the table. Her hands were pinned beside her. Sarah wasn't a very large woman, and bent over like this her unknown assailants had a lot of leverage. She tried to yell, but the bag muffled most of the sound. It was hot, and hard to breathe. Sarah started to breathe quick, shallow, panicked breaths. She could hear a series of deep voices behind her, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She felt hands all over her, sliding up her legs, grabbing her ass, working their way under her shirt from behind. Sarah tried to push up, to raise herself off the table, but she wasn't going anywhere. She realized she was trapped. Suddenly her back felt cold, and she realized that someone had split her shirt up the back. She could feel the cloth rubbing against her stomach and breasts as what was left of her shirt was pulled out from underneath her. A strong set of hands reached underneath her waist, and she felt her jeans being undone. It wasn't long before they were yanked off of her. Her bra was next to go, unceremoniously yanked off of her. She was bent over the table in nothing but her little thong. She felt hands everywhere, and her thong was pushed to the side while someone's (one of her co-workers?) fingers probed her pussy. Whoever this person was, they weren't being gentle about it. The group of mostly male (and one female) co-workers was quite happy with Sarah's farewell. It had been easier than they could have hoped. And now they were going to take their time with the pretty but aloof girl who was leaving them. The one man who was finger fucking her was also working at unzipping his fly. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Sarah was getting quite wet for him. He freed his cock from his pants, and with his co-conspirators still pinning her down, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her. With a grunt he forced himself all the way into her tight little snatch. Sarah grunted into the canvas bag, and her hips smacked into the edge of the table. She couldn't believe that her body was responding to this, but she was soaked. She was being fucked from behind hard, and she didn't even know who was inside of her. Whoever it was, they were fucking her with hard steady thrusts, and while she desperately wanted to get away, some part of her loved it. The man inside of her pulled her hips up, forcing himself into her even more deeply. She felt him shudder, and he pumped a big load of sticky cum into her. And then suddenly he was gone, leaving Sarah's thighs all sticky. She could feel cum oozing out of her. Even through the fear, she was so turned on to know that someone she most likely knew had just fucked her in front of a group of her acquaintances. And everyone was in on the secret except her. She wasn't left alone for long. The next cock was already inside of her. She gasped as she felt the man grab the canvas sack that was over her head and tug on it. Her head bent backwards at an odd angle, and she was trapped. He was fucking hard, really pounding her, and her hips were smacking painfully into the table. She was half-raised off the table, but her hands were still being held firmly. Her breasts were exposed though, and she felt hands squeezing them roughly, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She felt a warm wet mouth on one of them, an odd counter to the brutal fucking she was (to be honest) enjoying. She heard a groan and felt another flood of cum invade her pussy. After her anonymous lover had pulled out of her, nothing happened for a minute or so. The minute seemed like an eternity to her. Were they done? Were they going to hurt her? Were they figuring out what to do with her? Then without warning, she was hoisted up in the air... flipped over, and placed on her back on the table. Arms were prying her legs apart, and her cum-soaked thong was ripped right off of her. She was still pinned, but now she was flat on her back. It was like getting fucked by a train. Cock after cock invaded her. Each guy took a turn getting between her legs and using her. Most of the people there were in their 20's, still good and strong. She wasn't sure how many people fucked her, but she realized that most of them could probably go 2 or 3 times. She could be here a while. Not that she minded... all of this unexpected attention had caused her to cum more times than she could count. Powerful, earth-shaking orgasms ripped through her. Which did nothing to discourage her soon to be ex co-workers from fucking her as many times as they could. If Sarah could see, she'd realize that she wasn't the only one having so much fun. The other woman there, who had the luxury of not being pinned downed or wearing a sack, was priming all of the other guys. Often she had a cock in each hand as she was either sucking someone, or being fucked herself. She was enjoying the show, and the attention, immensely. Sarah felt herself being lifted again. She was laid back down, and realized someone was underneath of her. She felt the head of his cock rub up against her ass, and then felt him slowly but steadily work his cock into her ass. Then another cock sliding along her slit, before finally working it's way into her pussy. She felt so full she thought she would die, and groaned as the guy started fucking her pussy. Wave after wave of mind-numbing orgasms cascaded over her. The guys weren't even really trying to pin her down any more, she was so tired, and so obviously enjoying it all, that she just let them do what they wanted. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have two cocks inside of her at the same time. When the two guys were done with that portion of the adventure, the very exhausted, very sore, and very sticky Sarah was laid out on the table. She was pinned down again, but nothing else was happening. She wondered what else was in store for her. A couple of minutes went by... and then she felt a spatter of cum on her tits. Shortly afterwards, another load landed on her stomach. Her thighs were next. Suddenly there was cum everywhere, her pussy, her chest, and her legs. Sarah's tits were covered. It was so warm, and there was so much of it. It was like a parade of men was taking turns jacking off onto her. She couldn't possibly keep track, but there was so much it had to be fifteen or twenty men. Half the damn factory had fucked her, and was now leaving their mark on her. A big whooping cheer went up, some type of celebration. She heard shuffling and talking, and realized that things were winding down. As much as she had loved it, she was sore, and exhausted, and was grateful for that? But now what? The bag suddenly tightened around her neck, and she instinctively reached up, not wanting to be choked. She heard scrambling, something else was knocked over, and some yelling and shouting. She fumbled with the sack around her neck, and eventually managed to loosen it, and remove it. The production floor was eerily dark, and quiet. Her mangled shirt, bra, and thong were on the floor beside her shoes. Her jeans were rumpled up not too far away. She gathered what was left of her clothing, and went to check herself out in the bathroom. There were a few bruises, and her hair was a mess, but other than that, no real harm done. She took half an hour trying to clean all of the cum off of herself. Then she put on her jeans, and found her jacket. She let herself out of the building, and looker around furtively. There wasn't a sign of anybody. Her car was still where she had left it that morning. Her last day of work was over. Last Day at Work It was Jordan's last day at our office. He was moving to another office and yet, here he was still coming to my office to help me out with our new e-mail software. Jordan had come to our office about a year ago for a maternity leave replacement and had lately helped with the transition from our old system to the new one. There had been a few months of cleaning up old files and ensuring no important information was lost. And now, we were live with the new system and often needed help with it. Jordan walked in and sat on the second chair in my office. I had a cd playing on my computer. As I went to lower the volume, Jordan asked "Is that Burton Cummings?" "Yes, it is. I'm surprised that you'd recognize him." "I've been a fan forever. My older sister was the one to force feed him to me but I didn't mind." "Yeah, I had the whole household listening to him too." "So which album is this? Sounds like one of his lesser known songs. I didn't know it was on CD" "This one is from the Woman Love album and no, it's not on CD. I have it at home and made it into and MP3 file and put it on here with all his other songs." "All his songs?" "Yeah, I have all of his solo albums, most in the LP format. I simply hooked up my computer to the sound system and recorded them and once they were in MP3 format, I was able to fit them all onto one CD. Then, I just put it on shuffle and I can listen to him for hours!" "That is so cool!" "Would you like to have it? I can always burn myself a new one at home." "Do you have 'Break it to them Gently' on there? That is the one and only song of his I can't stand." "Yes, it's on there. It's my least favorite too but I usually just skip it." "Is there any way you could burn a cd for me without that song and send it to me?" "When are you leaving town?" "Tomorrow, why?" "Why don't you follow me home this afternoon and I can burn you the disc right then and there. That way, you can have it right away. I can even burn you a second one for your sister." "You'd do that?" "Sure! Let's fix this and then, at 4:30, wait for me in the parking lot and we'll go over to my place, burn you the two discs and then you can go." Jordan agreed and we went on with the task at hand. At the end of the day, I found Jordan waiting in the parking lot, as I had suggested. He followed me to my condo in town. I'd only had the condo about 3 months. Before that, I had lived with my boyfriend in a house. But then, he'd gotten into a fight with a co-worker and had fallen during this fight, hit his head just so and had never gotten back up. We'd been having lots of issues at home and I had told him in no uncertain terms that if he got into a fight, I'd leave him. As fate would have it, he'd unwillingly left me. It had taken me over 3 months just to get the right to sell our house but once on the market, it had sold within days and I'd found this superb condo that was available immediately. The condo had two bedrooms, two baths, kitchen, dining area and living room. While the average condo size in our area was less than 800 square feet, this one was a tad over a thousand. It was still quite the downsizing compared to our 2400 square feet house but I was very happy with it and with having less to maintain clean. However, with only two bedrooms, I'd had to put my computer desk and all office stuff in my bedroom, the bigger of the two. The other bedroom was just big enough for the bed, night tables and one dresser and was used for guests. My bedroom, on the other hand, was big and even though I'd had to trade in my huge office desk for a smaller computer desk, it was very functional. When we got to the condo, Jordan and I took the elevator up to the fourth floor where I lived and I gave him the dime tour of my place, ending with my room. There, I told him to sit on the bed while I powered up my computer. We made small talk about the condo as the computer booted up. Within a few minutes, I had showed him the software I had used and gotten the two discs burnt and ready to go. I also made up the jewel case covers and the cd labels to make it all look professional. While this was all going on, I couldn't help but notice Jordan's gaze often go to my breasts. I had on a golf shirt with buttons that go relatively low and while I usually had the two bottom buttons done up, recently, these two buttons just wouldn't stay put and often opened up on their own. I had wanted to fix up the button holes but had just let it slide. Now, sitting there in my room, there was only once button left done up and I was showing quite a lot of cleavage. With a devilish little streak in me, I decided to play a bit. I knew that if I moved a certain way, the last button would come undone so I did. It took Jordan about a minute to notice but notice he did. I saw him shift on the bed and thought to myself that I was not the only one with things misbehaving. Jordan couldn't help himself. Here I was, sitting within inches of him, with my DD breasts enticingly exposed. He kept stealing glances at my cleavage and tried hard to look up into my eyes when I spoke. When the two CDs were done, I stood up and Jordan followed suit. Jordan was a fast thinker and offered a thank you hug. I felt his arms go around me, warm and strong. He held me just a bit longer than a hug would be and when we pulled back, he didn't totally free me. Then, he bent down and kissed me. The kiss was tentative at first but as soon as I kissed back, it became more passionate and demanding. His arms tightened around me once more and we spent a few minutes kissing. Then, I felt his hands move on me and soon, he had them on my sides, just below my bra. He moved them up just slightly and had his thumbs resting slightly on my breasts. It was obvious that he was testing whether I'd let him do more than kiss me. Without breaking the kiss, I arched my back ever so slightly and he took the hint that it was okay to caress me. After seven months of being by myself and a month before that when there had been nothing happening at home because of all the tension, I was just simply horny! I wanted Jordan and I wanted him now. Jordan was 5'10" and athletic. He had beautiful black eyes and red lips. Oh my god, those lips had caught my attention a while ago. Such a beautiful smile they would make! And here he was, using them to kiss me. He was a good kisser too. I was just melting with desire in his arms. I decided it was time to show him my desire by lowering my own hands down his back and towards his rear end. Once there, I pulled him against me and ground my pelvis against his ever so slightly. It was enough to make him groan softly. Through our clothes, I could feel his hardness and the anticipation made me hotter for him. However, I had two rules before I'd have sex with him and I needed to know he'd adhere to them. So I pulled back slightly and broke the kiss. He said my name and said "I want you". I told him "I want you too but you have to promise me two things". He kissed me and said "anything." I pulled away a bit more and said "This is serious! You have to promise me that what happens here stays here. You are never to say anything about this to anyone from our company or anyone who might say something to someone from our company. My privacy is important to me. So you have to promise." Jordan was kissing my cheek and my neck and mumbled "I promise to keep this a secret." Again, I pulled back and held his head away this time. "Condition number two is 'no glove, no love'. And I'll even put it on you myself but you have to agree to it." Then, he sighed and lowered his head, saying "I don't have any with me." I smiled and told him "I have some, don't worry." His face lit up and he said "deal!" And he started kissing me again. Soon, I felt him tugging at my shirt, lifting it out of my jeans. I did the same with his shirt. Feeling his hands on my skin was wonderful. So warm and soft! Soon, our shirts were off and Jordan was kissing the parts of my breasts that weren't in the bra. Then, he noticed that it was a front closure bra and undid it and let it fall to the floor behind me. He was caressing my nipples, making them hard. He was kissing them, tugging on them with his lips. I was in heaven. He said "I can't wait to wrap these around my cock." I couldn't wait either! We tugged at each other's jeans and soon, we were naked on the bed. His hands were all over my body and mine all over his. I then told him to straddle me and pushed up my breasts around his cock. Oh, what a beautiful cock it was! A full 6 inches long and thick and perfectly cut. I couldn't resist, as soon as he pushed forward between my breasts, I kissed his tip and licked it. He moaned. He moved back and forth between my breasts for a few minutes and then stayed in the forward position so I could better suck this wonderful beast. Then, he said he wanted to taste me too and he turned around so we could 69. And then I felt his lips on my trimmed pussy. Oh, what a sensation! His fingers opened up my pussy lips and he started licking my slit. Each lick sent millions of tingles though my whole body. Then, he stopped over my clit and sucked on it gently. I thought I would come right then and there. But he stopped and said "not yet baby". And he continued to play with me, bringing me to the edge several times but not letting me go over. He was an expert! Then, he let it happen and I came harder than I'd had in years. I let go of his cock and cried out my pleasure. He turned around and straddled me again, saying "where are those gloves now?" I reached over to my night table and grabbed a condom and fitted it over his pulsating cock. I took my time doing so, playing with him. As soon as it was fully on, he pulled away and positioned himself between my legs. "I've got to get inside you". Soon, the tip of his cock was at my pussy and I moaned from pleasure. I was dripping wet from my own orgasm so he had no problem sliding in. As he did so, he let out a moan of his own, saying "oh, you are so tight and warm!" Having not had children, my pussy was still quite tight and I loved it as it made men happy and provided me with nice friction too. He leaned on me and kissed me, moving his cock slowly in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his body and held him as tight as I could. With my own pelvis moving in rhythm with his, we accelerated the pace. "Oh yeah, fuck me Jordan." I said to him. Then, he said "I'd love to take you in ten different positions but it's been so long, I really can't hold back for much longer." I was so close to my second orgasm that I didn't care for a change of position at that time either so I said "Go ahead baby, I'm right there with you". He pounded into me even faster and I started coming again. The contractions of my pussy around his cock pushed him over the edge too and he came. Jordan withdrew and lay down beside me, still kissing me softly. We both got up to use the washroom and lay back down on the bed, cuddling for a while. We had laid there for a few minutes when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it with a start and said "it's Dean, I was supposed to go for drinks with him and George". Two other IT guys from work. I told him to answer it. From the conversation, I understood that Jordan had told Dean he was coming over to my place after work. He told Dean that we'd lost track of time and he'd be right there. Dean must have asked him to invite me because Jordan looked up and asked me "you want to join us?" I shook my head and said "No, I have to get ready for a date too." Jordan repeated this to Dean and hung up. Then, he grabbed his clothes and just growled at me: "you have a date tonight? What kind of girl sleeps with one guy and then goes on a date with another?" He was angry. He was jealous! I had to laugh. I walked over to him and said "I don't have a date tonight, other than with my TV. But you're right, what kind of girl would do that? Not me! So you go have drinks with these guys and tell them I wouldn't tell you who the date was with. They will then not think that anything else might have gone on here." I kissed him and said "remember that this has to be our little secret! And what a good secret it was!" Jordan relaxed and smiled. "You're wicked!" he said as he finished getting dressed. I put on a robe and walked Jordan to the door. Before opening the door, we had one last long kiss. Jordan said "if we keep going like this, we'll have to head back to your bedroom and the guys will really wonder just how much we could have to say about Burton Cummings." He gave me one last peck and left. I never thought Burton Cummings could still have that effect! Jordan kept his word and never told a soul at our company about our time together. Dean and George tried to get me to say who I'd had a date with and blabbed to a bunch of people at work. At first, I would just tell people that it was none of their business. But the curiosity of people was just too strong and finally, I had to say that my date had been a blind date and that the guy had stood me up. I told them that it was embarrassing and to please drop it! Of course, there were still a lot of gossip but at least they left me alone for a while. About two months later, a new neighbour moved in next door and he was single. But that's for another story. Last Day At Work I had been working with my company for several years, but the time had come to move on - I finally landed a new job. I had not enjoyed the past year or so at my current company, now I was in a better mood than I had been in longer than I could remember. I worked out a deal with the boss, and I would stick around for my last two weeks, helping train others to take my job. The turn-over only took a week, so the last working week there was absolutely nothing to do, so I started wandering. I figured there wouldn't be any harm in laying on the charm to a few of the women that had caught my eye over the years. If I hooked up, then all was good, but if I got turned down, I wouldn't have to see the results or see these women any more. The office manager was this girl from a temp agency, and she had only been there about a month. She seemed easy going enough, but I guess that's part of the job requirements – you can't really be an ass in a high-turnover job like that. I thought I'd seen her watching me while I wasn't looking, so I figured I would make a go of it. I wanted to try something a little different this time. I thought I would let her approach me if she wanted. I was walking around the room outside her desk pretending to talk on my cell phone. I ended up standing just inside the lobby at the chair furthest away from her desk. I seemed to be trying to stay out of her range of hearing. I was "talking" to my buddy Mark. I told him that I was having a shitty week. I had quit my job and only had about a week left, then I didn't know what to do for work. My "girlfriend" ( I made her up) was mad about that, and she decided to leave me. I told Mark that I thought she was seeing a guy on the side because I saw an odd email on the computer a few weeks ago. She had been gone a lot, just coming back at night. The email said something about me not being emotionally available, and the only thing about the relationship was the sex. Maybe that's whys he came home every night. Anyhow, when I finished telling Mark about the letter, I was quiet for a while, then said "wait, wait, wait, let me say something" to cut him off. I saw the temp's head come up, looking at me. I said that I was going to go out that night to some seedy bar. I said that if my ex-girlfriend thought I was so good in bed, I was going to treat some lady to a wild night. All I wanted was a one-night stand to celebrate my new status of being single. I could have sworn that I had the temp's undivided attention. She was looking a me often, and being very quiet. I'm sure she could hear what I was saying. Taking a step further for some reason, I said to Mark that I would be up for anything, it didn't even have to be full-fledged sex, maybe just some tongue action. And that maybe some girl from work would let me warm up my tongue on her before I went out. All I could think of was to get this temp away from her desk. If I could get her to sit on my face for a while when I was at work, that would be awesome, and a perfect way to round out the day. Apparently, Mark wanted to know more about this idea. I said that I knew a meeting room on the 5th floor that was never used, and it had some really nice furniture and a locking door, and no inside windows. I said that all I had to do was find a girl that would like to cum during lunch. Just some oral action, and maybe some playing with my fingers too. Now I could tell that she was flat-out staring at me. I didn't want to take this conversation too far, so I got off the phone. I told Mark that I was just going to see what happened, and that I would be in the meeting room at 12:00 sharp, with the lights turned off. If someone came in, that was great, but if not, maybe I would get a nap out of it. As I got up to leave the room, I full-on caught her staring at me. She flushed a bit and got right back to work. She glanced up at me again as I walked by, and I just smiled and winked. Almost out of the room, I stopped and turned back around. A sudden inspriation hit me. "Hey," I said "I don't think I've caught your name since you started here." She smiled and said "It's Julie, and it's great to meet you." I introduced myself and added that I was only going to be around for a short time because I was leaving the company. Now for why I was here... "Julie, can you please check to see if anyone has the meeting room on the 5th floor booked at noon today? I may be having a meeting in there for a little while." She turned back to her computer and checked the scheduling system, running her finger across the screen as she lined things up. I saw a bit of a blush showing up on her cheeks but made no mention of it. When she told me there were no appointments, I asked her to put my name on it for one hour. While at Julie's desk, I saw that there were no meetings scheduled for the rest of the day in that room. Finished there for a while, I went over to the HR department to ask a few questions about my final paycheck. I actually had a legit reason, but I mainly wanted to see the clerk in charge of payroll. Her name was Liz, and as far as I knew, she was unattached, so I figured there was an opportunity for some playtime there too. Once we finished talking about the work-related stuff, we started chatting about everything under the sun. I think she wanted an excuse to not get back to work. I told her the same sob story that I had Julie overhear when I was talking to Mark. I kind of played down the 'good sex' part. I didn't want to sound like an arrogant jerk. Getting to the point quickly, I asked her if she would like to go to dinner with me that night. Not that I was expecting anything from it, just wanted to hang out. My girl had left me, my friends were all busy, I was losing my job, and I has hoping for a bit of company. Not a 'pity party' but just someone to hang out with. She stopped the computer stuff she was doing, leaned back and stared at me. Only thinking about it for a minute, she said "I usually don't do this, but this time I will say 'yes' to a last-minute dinner date." Putting up my hand I said "Well, you can call it a date if you want, I was going to say it is two people who are just hanging out and getting dinner. I would never turn down a date from you, I wouldn't want to try to give myself any false hopes. Just friends out for dinner, right?" She actually looked relieved, and a lot more comfortable once I said this. "Yes, Meet me out in the parking lot by the main enverance. How about 6PM?" "Sound good," I answered, "I'll see you then." Seeing that it was now close to 11:30, I made my way up to the meeting room. There was just enough light from outside to see where to sit, but not nearly enough to read any of the posters on the walls. Sitting in the back of the room, I waited for the time to be right. About 15 minutes later, the door opened slowly, and a shadowed face peeked in. I said "come on in, and please close the door behind you." I think I heard the click of the lock as it slid shut, and inside my head, I started cheering. Stopping on the other side of the table from me, she mumbled something, then tried again a bit louder. "I'm sorry, I kind of over-heard you on your phone earlier and knew you would be in here. I hope I'm not intruding." Acting a lot calmer than I felt, I said "It's no problem, really. You're not interrupting, and in fact, I would like it if you stayed. So how much of my phone call did you hear?" "Almost all of it" she answered, hanging her head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry you had such a bad week." Grinning huge in the dark corner, I said "I will let it go this time. Come over to me." She walked over, stopping just in front of me. I got up to face her, and walked around her a couple times, stopping just behind her. She jumped a tiny bit as I put my hands on her shoulders. I started rubbing her shoulders and neck, trying to get them to loosen up a bit. I started talking slowly and quietly, and I could feel her tenseness start to leave. "You heard everything I said, didn't you?" She just nodded. "You knew you were going to come up here when I made my appointment, didn't you?" Again a nod. "You want something from me don't you?" This time she started to talk, but it was just a mumble. Quickly, I cut her off with "You don't need to talk, just listen. If I'm not where I need to be, just push me along. Feel free to do anything you want or act any way you want, no one will ever know." It was working - her shoulders, neck, and back muscles were no longer tensed up. She was breathing deeply, head tilted up, and eyes closed; her mouth was open a little, and her lips wet. Not taking my hands off of her, I moved to her arms, just touching lightly. I stepped closer, our bodies barely connecting. Moving forward, I lightly kissed her neck and moved up to her ear. I took her arms and lifted them up over my neck. As my hands slid down her arms to her sides, she moaned softly, pushing back against me. Her arms held me close, her back tight against my chest. She moved her ass back further until it rubbed on my cock. Once she found it, she started slowly grinding her ass against it. My hands got to her hips, and I held her tighter against me, moving with her. I put my hand on her cheek, moving her face to my lips. I traced the outline of her jaw as I drifted my lips across her cheek back down to her neck. Still moving with her, I moved us both to the end of the table. Not stopping the touching, stroking, and kissing, I moved around to her side. As I started to kiss under her chin, she leaned up against the table, moving her arms back to brace herself, and moved her head back exposing her whole neck to me. I stepped between her legs, making my thigh push up her skirt a bit. She just opened her legs a little more to give me room. Kissing lower down on her neck, I un-did the top two buttons of her blouse and spread her shirt open. I heard a light moan come from her. She hooked a leg around mine, pulling me closer. I could feel my leg rub on her pussy, and she started to moan and squirm a bit more to that. She grabbed my arm and moved one of my hands to her breast, but I stopped it short. Taking my arm back, I slowly moved both of my hands from her shoulders, and ran them down her shirt. She thrust her chest forward at me, moaning, when my fingers stopped to play with her nipples. I finished unbuttoning her blouse, untucked it from her skirt, and pulled it back over her shoulders. I could see her chest moving with the deep breaths, and her nipples trying to poke through her bra. As she squirmed, her blouse fell all the way down her arms, bunched up on the table. I pulled the bra straps down over her shoulders, kissing my way down one breast. The bra opened in the front, so it quickly joined the blouse under her on the table. My hands were all over her, and she kept pushing herself to me. Kissing one nipple, and holding the other boob with one hand, the other hand made it's way down her belly, down to where she was rubbing herself on my leg. I felt that her pussy was starting to saok through my jeans, and my hand found out why. Not much is covered by a thong. As I started to rub her clit, she leaned forward, and grabbed my head. She pulled me up to face her, and roughly put her mouth on mine, kissing me like I hadn't been kissed in years. She was still moaning through the kiss, pushing her breast into my hand, her tongue down my throat, and her pussy rubbing on my fingers and leg. When she stopped to take a breather, I pushed her back onto the table, then pulled her legs up over my head. I unzipped and pushed up her skirt over her hips, and pulled off the tiny thong. As soon as it was off, she put her feet over my shoulders and pulled down, moving my face to her pussy. I was surprised that she was soaking wet already. Her legs locked around my head, so I couldn't leave even if I did want to. My hands on her ass, I pulled her hips up towards me, diving right in. As my tongue wrapped itself around her clit, I started matching my moves to her rhythm. Her leg lock was holding her steady, so I didn't need both my hands on her ass. Leaving one there for my sake, the other hand moved to the center. When I put in one finger, I don't think she realized at first, she didn't break stride or change her moaning. But she did get into it more when I moved it around more. Pulling out all the way, I had another thought. I pushed her ass up again, and moved my face down a bit. She did start moving a bit different when I moved my tongue off her clit and around the outside of her pussy, and again when I put it inside of her pussy. I could give my tongue a bit of a break while it went in and out of her pussy, so I started rubbing her clit with my finger already wet from her pussy. Not stopping my finger, I licked her like an ice cream cone, all across her pussy lips. Each time I did though, I started a bit lower. She had slowed down the moving and was starting to relax a bit more, but as soon as my tongue got the edge of her asshole, she squealed a bit, then shuddered as I went across her pussy again. As I moved back for another pass, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed down. I could barely hear her, but could just make out the words 'do it more.' This was kind of new to me, so I just lightly ran my tongue around the edges of her ass. The moves and sounds she made were different, but I could tell she still was enjoying herself. Her hands moved off my head, and I could see her grabbing her boobs, pinching her nipples tightly. Moving my head up a bit, I kissed her clit, sucking on it a bit. I put one hand under my chin again, putting two fingers inside her pussy, stroking them in and out of her, moving around to toy with her g-spot. Since she liked me playing with her ass, I moved my thumb up to just touch her there. Didn't put it in, just a bit of pressure. She started acting like she was ready to cum, so it was time to let her. Her hands were still on her breasts, my tongue on her clit, two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, and a thumb teasing her asshole. I could feel her tense up, she suddenly stopped making noise, and she finished with a massive jerking orgasm. Backing my hands off so they were just on her ass, my mouth just touching her clit, I waited for most of her shaking to stop. Regaining her composure and breathing normal again, she sat up, moved off the table, and sat in one of the leather chairs. I saw that her back was a bit red. She just grinned a bit and said "I just noticed that the table was kind of hurting. Was a bit distracted earlier, so it didn't matter." A few minutes later, she mentioned that she should probably get back to her desk before she got in trouble. She managed to get everything on OK, except for her thong. She just held it, and even I could see that it was still quite wet. She put her skirt on without it, and walked over to me. She walked up close to me, then smiled and put the thong in my pocket. She gave me a long kiss on the lips, stepped back, and said "Thank you so much, that was the best lunch I've ever had. Different, but damn good." Grinning, she turned towards the door, pulled her skirt up to show me her ass, and walked away with my eyes following every step. I decided to skip the rest of the day to go home and clean up, and get ready for my (non-date) dinner. I've got a few things in mind to make it much, much more. Desert should be fun.