Charles; your friend

Charles walks in and greets Sandy. "Hey! Just thought I'd drop by and see how it's all going..." He said as he eyed the mess of papers around the counter. "That's quite an intermediary organisational system you have there." He comments. "It's a... process..." Sandy says, wishing he would go. She was embarassed and frustrated at the same time. Why were all of them walking in RANDOMLY?! However, the thrill got her turned on as well, knowing that if someone did get nosy, they'd get caught. That risk manifested in her quim dripping wet. She shivered slightly as she felt her wetness trickle along her inner thigh, painfully slowly.

As you hide, you notice Sandy's discarded panties on the floor beside you which you pick up, her musk evident on the cloth. You pocket it quietly as you look upwards, realising that Sandy was not wearing her skirt! Of course, you took it off! SHe was completely naked, the hem of her shirt falling just under her ass cheeks. You notice her legs as she crosses them and moves them around in frustration. With a grin, you lean forwards, placing your hands on her thighs, as you part them.

Sandy freezes. She nods and makes banal comments to Charles' talks, maintaining a conversation, but just barely. She feels your fingers trying to pry your legs apart and her lust gives in as she lets you. She waited, anticipating the touch of your fingers before they slide into her. She itched for her pussy to be touched.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Oh! Oh! Unhh~ Yep." you hear as Sandy struggles to maintain composure when you nuzzle your face between her legs, your tongue glising along her slit and your fingers pinching her clit. Your hand holds on to her thigh for support as you dig in, tasting her salty wetness, lapping it up, enjoying her stifled moans from above.

"So, anyway, Where's John?" Charles asks. "He- oh! Unhh. He uh, bathroom." She says, pointing in the general direction of the room's exit. "Must've missed him then!" Charles said. "I had a few documents I needed to get copied, but I thought I could help you two out here if you need it. There seems to be a lot to do." He offers.

Sandy's eyes widen as she shakes her head. "N- No! We're unhh~ doing ugh, great! I don- think, that, uhh, more, yes, more! people uhh, can umm, fit in here." She says. You had tugged at her thighs, having her thighs over you as you leaned against the counter on the inside so that you were facing her now and rolled your tongue over her clit. That is what got a "more more" from Sandy in her conversation. Taking a hint and chuckling to yourself, you suck on her clit.

Oh god! Sandy thinks as her pleasure builds and her frustration increases as Charles just stays there. Her legs shiver as your lips find her clit and gently suck on it. Between Charles and your tendency to tease more than get her off, her frustration was through the roof. In a swift motion, she brings her hand down, her fingers grabbing your hair, holding you steady as she pushes her hips further into your face, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"I brought the files over though, so uhh, I'll just make the copies and head then?" Charles said. Sandy snapped out of her trance in slight alarm as she starts, "N-No, Uh, leave them here, We- we will get those uh, copies ready." She says. "Come back in about half an hour." She says in a commanding tone, asking him to leave, NOW.