Pressure Sandy

After a few minutes, Sandy comes back with the food, giving me my chance. "Sandy, could we talk?"

"Uhh, okay." Sandy walks over to my desk, where she sits down. "Look, I know I should've knocked..."

"It's okay, really Sandy."

"Okay Miss Karsada."

"Please, it's Morgan."

"Sure."

"You were standing there for a while, weren't you?"

Sandy barrages me with ums and uhs until I cut to the chase "It's okay if you liked what you saw."

"I-I did."

"Good." I put my hand on one of her thighs. "'Cause I love what I see."

She gives me a nervous smile before I reply with a kiss. Before I can get another in, she places a finger on my lips. "Not here Morgan. I'm sure I'm not the only person who could walk into this office."

"True." Although, that's what makes it so much more arousing. Still, I may have to ease Sandy into such debauchery.

"How about tomorrow? We could head back for my place."

"Sounds perfect."

"Okay Morgan."

The two of us eat lunch, as I wonder what to make of Sandy. Most of the time she's rather timid, but she always has shown hints of a naughty side, like when she mentioned Jenny's porn debut. Sometimes the quietest among us prove to be the wildest behind closed doors. No matter what, I know that I can't wait to explore every curve of her body.