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Working late

She stays late one night and decides to make the trip through production to the vending machines in search of a protein bar to hold her over. She's halfway there when she spots him...he standing there...alone, watching her. His eyes take in the outfit she's wearing...fitted, white button- down blouse, pencil skirt, stockings with the seam running down the back (you know the kind) and high heel pumps. He can see her nipples through the lacy bra underneath and his mind wonders if she has the matching panties. He walks straight into her personal space and she backs up against the wall in an attempt to increase the distance between them, but he just keeps coming. She recognizes the look in his eyes and after a second of trepidation, she decide to take the gamble and welcomes it with a sultry smile. She opens her mouth to ask him how he’s doing but he just puts a finger to her lips to quiet her. His eyes drop to her décolleté and his finger trails from her lips to her cleavage. He leans in, she closes her eyes expecting a kiss, but he ignores her lips and instead brushes his lips across the top of one breast. She places her hands against his chest ready to push him away, but he just pushes them away as he grabs her by the waist and spins her roughly around to face the wall. He pushes the length of his body against her, pinning her to the wall; she can feel his impressive erection against her ass. His hands are wandering over her breasts and thighs as he's kissing the back of her neck. He uses one boot-clad foot to force her legs apart as his hand snakes its way up her skirt. He's pleased to feel that the stockings are thigh highs held in place by lacy garters and that’s she’s wearing a skimpy thong. She's dizzy with the heady feelings that his hot lips and hands are evoking, it's been so long since she's had a man. Her body is on fire and responding to him in ways she hadn't expected. She nearly faints with desire as she feels his fingers tugging her thong aside and a hot gush of her juices leak out to coat his fingers. The combination of his hot body pressing against her ass, his breath in her ear and on her neck, and the idea that this is all happening in public without a word spoken has her on the brink of a mindbending orgasm...but all at once, he stops his ministrations and spins her around again. He slips his slippery fingers into her mouth, then bends to taste her from her own lips, kissing her deep. He drops to his knees, puts her leg over his shoulder and buries his face in her delicious pussy; savouring her taste and smell and making her tremble with the approaching orgasm. Her hands are clenched in his hair as she grinds herself against his face, lost in wave after wave of intense pleasure. As she fights to regain control, he lowers her leg, stands up smiling, then lowers his head for one last kiss. He bids her a good evening and leaves her standing there, stunned but very satisfied. She walks back to her office thinking about how she'll be working late way more often from then on...