You said good morning to the hot guy.

Feeling a little frisky with my panties in my purse, I decided to go chat up Brad, the hot guy. He'd kinda been showing me the ropes around here, and he was always really nice shot, and he was fucking hot.

And he wasn't in yet, because it was still early, so I came upon an empty cube, panties in my purse, feeling a little... Frisky...

I mean, it's not like panties are some kind of ultra-secure chastity belt, but somehow, knowing the only thing between my pussy and Brad's cube was a little zipper and a button made it almost not to open it.

And there I was, pants unzipped, in Brad's cube. And now it was even worse, with all between me and being essentially bottomless in Brad's cube being a little, tiny push.

And there I was, jeans at my ankles, no panties, fingers gently sliding down my smooth pussy lips, when Brad walked into his cubicle.

I mean, I was a little early, but, not, like, that early. Not "get off in Brad's cube without anyone noticing" early.

"Uh..." I spun toward him and he stared blankly at my bare crotch.

"Oh fuck..." I swallowed.

He leaned back, glancing around, then stepped forward, embracing me, his lips on mine, my arms at first limp, then pulling him toward me. He lifted me effortlessly into his desk, stepping back and pulling my jeans free of my legs.

I wrapped my feet around him and furiously freed his already hard cock, guiding it immediately into my wet, waiting slit. He pressed in as our lips met once more, and in seconds his entirely length was threading in and out of me.

If we hadn't been kissing, everyone in that office would've heard me... And as I convulsed around him, he finished as well, pouring hotness deep within me.

We caught our breath for a moment, still entangled, still inside me. Then he pulled back, cock half-hard, glistening with our juices, a solitary string dangling from the tip to me as the last physical link between us for an instant.

He wrapped himself up, and handed me my jeans. I smiled pulling them on swiftly and stepping away from his cube...