She walked into his arms. A hug was exactly what she needed after her long day at the office. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He held her close; she felt safe.
Something passed between them, and she felt herself melt into his warmth. She pressed her body into his, arching back to look at him. She could feel his hard length and knew she was not the only one who felt that strange something.
His steely gaze met hers. She moaned low in the back of her throat at what she read in his eyes.
His hands began to stroke her back. She arched her back as she felt him move to grab her ass. She whimpered and averted her eyes.
She gasped as he reached under her skirt. Heat raced through her body at his touch. She felt his fingers reach under her panties, softly stroking her sensitive skin. Her cunt throbbed at every touch. Sweet torture, she thought to herself.
With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. She saw his eyes flash with lust as he dipped his fingers into her hot, wet pussy.
She hissed as began to stroke her cunt, slowly fingering her. Her hips began to move against his fingers as small gasps and groans fell from her lips.
“That’s it, little one, ride my fingers like a good slut.”
She shuddered at his words and began to move against his hand, her arms around his neck, bracing herself against his strength.
She felt the orgasm rising from her core, the familiar tightening in her pussy and
“BEEEEEEEEEP!” The fax machine spit out the confirmation that her transmittal went through. Time to get back to work.