Only tell Gemma about the conference room

“This was our first time, honest!” you assure Gemma. You even raise your hand like you’re being sworn in, to underscore your truthfulness. This really was your first time with Sabrina, so you can say this with all sincerity.

“How? When? Why?” Gemma asks, still dumbfounded by this revelation.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” you tell her as you stand up and stretch. Hunkering down under a conference table for over an hour has made you cramp up and it is a relief to be able to move around freely again.

“Sabrina... you and John? How did that happen?” she asks her friend.

Sabrina looks at her sheepishly like she just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “It just sort of did…” she answers vaguely. “I mean, he’s a nice guy and well, you can see how good he can be under the table…”

Gemma chuckles, glancing back at you. Her look is different from before, this time it has a sense of fancy. “I think that may have been the biggest surprise!” she replies. Then she makes a realization and gasps. “It was you who brushed my leg the first time!”

You try to look away innocently.

“WHAT happened?” Sabrina asks Gemma, suddenly interested in the course of events.

“I felt something brushing my leg and I thought it was you,” she tells Sabrina as she points at her. “But it must have been this guy all along!” She aims her finger at you now.

“It was dark and cramped in there,” you explain. “Besides, you two seemed to hit it off because of that. Shouldn’t that count for something?”

Sabrina and Gemma look at each other. You think you see their cheeks turning a shade of red. They break eye contact at the same time and refocus their attention on you.

“Wait, how did you end up down there in the first place?” Gemma asks you.

“Well, we didn’t know the meeting was going to take place so soon…” you tell her.

Gemma’s eyes widen and she looks at Sabrina. “Thet’s why you wanted to use the conference room?! You two were getting it on before we even started?!”

It’s Sabrina’s turn to shrug her shoulders guiltily. “You told me thirty minutes!” the petite brunette reasons.

“Strewth! What a mess!” Gemma moans. “So, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?” Sabrina asks her.

“Well, I’m sure HR will want to know about wot just happened here!”

You look at Sabrina and she looks at you. Letting HR know will be really bad for everyone involved.

“Wouldn’t that mean you’d have to report yourself?” you ask the slender blonde.

“Huh…” she considered. “I guess thet’s true…”

“Or.. we keep this between ourselves?” Sabrina suggests hopefully.

“Hmm… I suppose thet is a possibility…” Gemma slowly comes around. “But if you guys git caught by someone else?”

“As long as we keep things on the down low, no one gets in trouble,” you lay out.

“Like this…” Gemma says, pointing around the room and the wet seats. “With you two in here?” She sounds unconvinced.

“We don’t have to fool around just in the office…” Sabrina suggests.

You nod. “That’s right, things just led us in here, we don’t have to do it in the office. We could find a safer spot to do our thing,” you say, then add, “I mean, we didn’t actually finish what we started…”

Gemma is brought back to the meeting, getting fingered thinking it was Sabrina, but not knowing who was actually touching her. Whatever the circumstances, she was on the edge of an insane orgasm, hand in hand with Sabrina who was on the very same ride. She gives a small smile and raises an eyebrow, reliving the moment. “Things did get full-on back there… huh?” she asks.

“So… should we jump back in where we left off?” you ask.

Gemma takes a look around the room with a glint in her eye. “Right here? Now?”