Top off before lunch.

"Lunch at the Gridiron, buffalo wings would really hit the spot right now." And your stomach seems to agree with you.

On the way out, you stop by your cubicle to grab your workload and dump them in Matt's inbox then make your way out of the office.

The front office reception area is bustling as usual. People milling about like mindless ants and right there in the middle of all this chaos, Dahlia is sitting like a queen, calmly getting the job done with such beauty and grace like she always does. "Hey Dahlia, I'm heading out for lunch, you want me to get you anything?"

Hearing your voice, Dahlia smiles and puts down the phone as eagerly leans towards you from behind her desk. In a mock scolding tone of authority."Oh, our new intern is showing his bold side and going to lunch instead of working."

You reach out under her seafoam jacket and happily knead Dahlia's tits. That's when you noticed she's not wearing a bra anymore. She was wearing one an hour ago, she even said you might be giving the wires in her bra a bit of a workout. Glancing behind Dahlia, you can see a bit of her bra and panty sticking out from the top of her purse. It must be connected when you thought it should be normal for women to just not wear any underwear while they're working here."

Dahlia closes her eyes with a dreamy smile on her face."mmmmm, you really should be working if you want to impress the boss instead of going out to lunch."

Speaking with a hushed tone. "I'd rather be impressing my coworkers, I have to be around them a lot more than the boss. Wouldn't you agree."

Dahlia's smile grows wider deepening the dimples on her cheeks. "yes."

"Besides, I know you like to flirt, especially with me. That's why you sit up in the front office greeting people. You enjoy to play and tease with people for all sorts of bits of information. Like a cat toying with a mouse." Dahlia silently nods in agreement smiling while biting her lower lip." Problem is you don't like to be teased for too long."

Looking you right in the eyes. Dahlia closes in close to you. "Well it's only fair. I've told you mine and I don't know anything about yours." She walks two fingers up your chest, lightly poking you with each word she says. "and...you...have...to...tell...me...yours." She pouted with the last poke on your nose.

Gently pulling Dahlia off of her chair with her back down across the desktop so she's now looking up to you. You open a few buttons of her fine white blouse revealing a pleasant contrast of her milk-and-coffee-coloured skin within it and areolas just a few shades darker with her nipples posed between your rubbing fingers. You other hand is nestled up her skirt between her leg. You feel a small tuft of hair before going to the edge of her moistening lips. Finding her little soft bump down below you rub and pinch her with your thumb and index finger. Dahlia's legs open just a little wider. Her right leg goes past the desk's edge dangling at the knee with her high heel shoe hanging on by the toes.

Enjoying Dahlia's little purring. "Now I always thought you would prefer a few drinks, maybe a nice dinner before you'd even consider sleeping with anyone you like. Now me, I prefer to have a little mystery to make someone a little crazy with desire. So I'll give you one chance if you want to find out what you want to know."

Dahlia's hand finds your knee and slowly moves up your thigh before stopping at the top. "What..." She looks around sheepishly at all the people in the area. "We can't do this here, everyone is going to see. We'll get fired."

Looking deeply into her eyes you smile a little twisted smile. "Trust me...Do it...I dare you."

Dahlia reaches up and opens the zipper, she reaches inside. "Omigod, it's thick!" Dahlia says in a hushed tone of surprised excitement.

You jump up on top of Dahlia after lifting up the skirt. You see the little patch of hair you felt earlier and line yourself up with Dahlia's and your hand to slowly insert you in her. Her mouth opens wide, for a moment, Dahlia can't breath as she feels you slowly gliding into her. And with a sharp intake of air with your first thrust, Dahlia explodes with lustful delight.

Everyone goes about their business around you without paying any mind to what the both of you are doing out in public.

Dahlia cums three times, each time she screamed louder than the last one. Enjoying the musk of her sweat, you play with her tits for a minute after you withdrew from inside of her. Watching the beads of sweat dampen her fine white blouse. Dahlia's eyes close and dozes off. Gently you place her head on the desk, leaving her to sleep on top of the desk peacefully.

Zipping yourself up out of habit and feeling absolutely famished, the Gridiron Grill across the street is looking like that's where you want to be right now.