Ann was across from me every Monday in our standup. with my head slightly down looking at my notes I had a great view of her long legs, gently curved hips. She didn’t work on my team, but her boss recommended she come to me for advice, or at least that is what she told me. She would drop in and want to talk about a presentation on my computer screen. At first it was her longer brown hair brushing my neck, but grew to her accidentally brushing her perky tits against my back. I could feel some string, firm nipples through the fabric. We would slap an occasional high five when she made a breakthrough I didn’t complain or comment, just let it happen, enjoying the contact.

Finally the day came for her presentation. I was in attendance on the back row. Ann did well, finished up, had folks coming by for additional questions. When the crowd cleared and she was packing up, I came up to offer a couple of pointers. As I approached, I told her “your outfit matched your background theme!” She moved forward from the podium with both hands raised for a high five I went for the high fives and she grabbed my hands in a firm squeeze and made a big circle to just above her waist before letting go. That gave me a bit of a chubby.

On the way to the parking garage she talked excitedly about the presentations, on an adrenaline high. She kept touching my arm when she talked. In a bar, I would have reciprocated and made a move on her, but this was work and HR was one building away with a view to the garage. I kept my cool, but continued the have a bit of a boner from the contact. At her car she paused, “I wish we were not a work, I want a fuck so bad, I am so high on this experience. You helped me so much!”

I was a little surprised, but I had a good comeback, “let’s go to our building, the top floor is empty right now, waiting on that remodel.” Her eyes told me everything. We met in the elevators which were thankfully empty. I pressed the button for the top floor when she pressed a pair of damp panties into my face. “I pulled these off for you in the car.” I inhaled the sweet scent, reaching to pull her in for a deep, long kiss. I know she felt my hard cock, but I had her arms pinned so she could not grab me. Her soft mouth and hard, probing tongue told me about what was to come.

The elevator binged, arriving at the top floor. I pushed Ann towards the door, slapping her firm ass, saying, “Ann, you are a dirty girl!” we quickly found an empty executive office on the far end of the building, locked the door and surveyed the furniture. “Where do you want it I asked,“ while unbuttoning her skirt. “My pussy is wet, but I want it in the ass too,” she said. I laughed, “no, I mean on the desk or the couch.” By then I had her skirt off and was working on her blouse. She had unsnapped and dropped my slacks.

Ann fell to her knees and gently stuck out her tongue to lick a bit of pre-cum from my tip before engulfing me with her soft mouth. I leaned back from reaching for her breasts and moaned. A couple of minutes in that magnificent mouth and I knew we needed to switch up to last longer. I picked her up and opted for the desk. I laid her on her back, spreading her legs, beginning my nibble from her knees to her center. I wrapped my arms around her legs to reach up, finding she had completed unbuttoning her blouse and was working her bra off.

When my tongue found her juicy center, my fingers found some extremely firm nipples. My hands could tell she had large, puffy areoles which I began to work on. I touched her clit and she was gone into a screaming, trembling, dripping orgasm.

We continued, she having six or seven orgasms, including one final while I pounded away trying to keep her on the desk in that slippery pool of her juices. We left the office smelling of sex just in time for the commute home. The next day I was sore and bruised across my thighs from that encounter with the desk. Ann walked around for a week with a funny smile. We never did mention it, but occasionally in those Monday standup she would catch a glance and lick her lips.