time to clean everything up

Abbie reached for the nearby roll of paper towels, and found a bottle of spray cleanser. But before she did anything else, Jake stopped her.

"Not quite the cleaning method I had in mind."

Abbie giggled. "Oh?" she asked, bemused.

"I was thinking of a more ... thorough cleaning method." His eyes traveled meaningfully from the glass to her lips.

Abbie's eyes widened slightly, then a slow smile spread across her face. "You want me to ... lick it clean?"

"That's exactly what I had in mind," Jake replied, his eyes darkening at the thought. "It would be very thorough."

"Yes," Abbie answered without hesitation, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I'd like that."

Jake helped her position herself over the glass again. "You might want to close your eyes," he suggested. "The scanner light can be bright."

Abbie smiled, as she hadn't realized that Jake wanted to capture this new activity in photocopy mode. She nodded and closed her eyes, lowering her face to the glass and extending her tongue to make contact with the sticky mixture on its surface. The taste was complex -- salty, musky, with hints of her own sweetness mingled with Jake's release.

Jake watched, mesmerized, as her pink tongue lapped at their combined fluids. He reached over and pressed the copy button, capturing the image of Abbie's tongue pressed against the glass. The scanner light moved beneath her, illuminating her face in an ethereal glow as she dutifully cleaned their mess.

Abbie worked methodically, her eyes closed against the bright light, her tongue sweeping across the glass in long, deliberate strokes. Each time she gathered a mouthful of their mingled fluids, she would swallow before returning to her task, small sounds of contentment escaping her lips.

Jake pressed the copy button again, and then a third time, documenting her from different angles as she continued to lick the glass clean. His cock stirred again at the sight, though he knew they didn't have time for another round.

"You're incredible," he murmured, watching as she collected the last visible streaks with her tongue.

Abbie opened her eyes when she felt she'd cleaned most of it, looking up at Jake with a satisfied smile. "Did I miss any spots?" she asked, her lips glistening.

"Just a few," Jake replied, pointing to a small streak near the edge. Abbie immediately ran her finger through it, collecting the remaining fluid before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean. She repeated the process until the glass was nearly spotless, her eyes never leaving Jake's as she licked each finger with deliberate slowness.

"I think we should finish with this," she said finally, reaching for the paper towels and spray cleaner. Together, they wiped down the surface until it gleamed, all evidence of their encounter erased.

"Now for ourselves," Jake said, helping Abbie to her feet.

Abbie giggled as she felt the mixture of their fluids slowly trickling down her inner thigh. She grabbed a fresh paper towel and dabbed between her legs, cleaning herself as Jake tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.

Looking around, she spotted her panties peeking out of Jake's pocket. "I believe you have something of mine," she said with a playful smile.

Jake patted his pocket, grinning. "These? I was thinking of keeping them. A souvenir."

"Is that so?" Abbie raised an eyebrow, making no move to reclaim them.

Jake held up her bra, dangling it from one finger. "This too. Just for the day."

Abbie shrugged, surprising him with her easy acquiescence. "Yes, keep them. I don't mind." She reached for her blouse, which hung open, revealing her bare breasts. With deliberate slowness, she began to button it, starting from the bottom.

"You're going to go the rest of the day like that?" Jake asked, his voice dropping an octave as he watched her fingers work the buttons.

"Why not?" Abbie replied, leaving the top two buttons undone. The fabric clung to her nipples, the outline clearly visible beneath the thin material. "It might make the afternoon meetings more interesting." Abbie stepped into her shoes one at a time, balancing herself with a hand on Jake's arm. Her skirt fell back into place as she straightened up, though Jake noted with satisfaction that her blouse remained tantalizingly thin over her bare breasts. "How do I look?" she asked, running her fingers through her tousled hair in an attempt to restore some order.

"Like a PR rep who's been thoroughly fucked by a low-level accountant in a copy room," Jake replied with a grin, gathering the scattered photocopies from the output tray. He shuffled through them, eyes widening at the explicit chronicle of their encounter. "These are ... quite something."

"A comprehensive troubleshooting record," Abbie agreed solemnly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief as she peered over his shoulder. "Very thorough documentation."

Jake carefully folded the stack of papers and clutched them tightly in one hand. "I'll keep them safe. Along with these." He patted the front pocket containing her underwear.

Abbie watched him with amusement, enjoying the possessive gesture. As she glanced around the now-immaculate copy room, a sudden realization hit her. "Oh! I completely forgot why I came in here in the first place!"

"What was it?" Jake asked, leaning against the counter as Abbie rummaged through her folder.

"The PR strategy report for tomorrow's meeting," she explained, placing the original document on the now-pristine glass -- the same one that had started their entire adventure. "Funny how quickly priorities can shift."

Jake chuckled, watching as she quickly programmed the machine for the twenty copies she originally needed. "I'd say we've thoroughly fixed the smudging issue."

"Very thoroughly," Abbie agreed, pressing the start button. The machine hummed to life, this time producing perfect, crisp copies of her report. "Success!"

As the machine efficiently completed her original task, they heard voices in the hallway -- the distinct sound of the administrative meeting breaking up and people returning to their workstations.

"Perfect timing," Jake murmured, straightening his tie. His eyes lingered on the outline of Abbie's nipples beneath her blouse. "I have to say, I'm looking forward to this afternoon's budget meeting much more than I was this morning."

Abbie gathered her freshly printed copies, tapping them into a neat stack. "Funny, I wasn't even supposed to attend that meeting. But I think I might drop by after all." She glanced up at him through her lashes. "You know, just to provide some PR input."

"Isn't PR input what I just gave to you?" Jake said, laughing at his own joke.

Abbie giggled and grabbed at Jake's arm. "Come on, you. Time for both of us to get back to our desks and do maybe one smidgen of actual work today."

She led the way out of the copy room and into the hall, pulling Jake behind her. The hustle and bustle of the rest of the office floor quickly surrounded them as Abbie and Jake made their way back into the main area of the floor. With one last squeeze of Jake's hand, Abbie released him, the two of them splitting off to go their separate ways, each of them consumed with the excitement of their latest office adventure.