No, but if he's not using his office...

"Um, no, that's, uh, that's alright." I swallowed, stepping quickly through the door that betrayed me so thoroughly. "I promised Brad we'd do lunch. Maybe next time?" I sped away, the door closing behind me, and quickly came to Brad's cube.

"Lunch?" I said, an awkward tone in my voice, heart still racing from my recent discovery.

"Sure! Just a sec." He typed away at his computer as I caught my breath. Glancing down, I bit my lip. Everything seemed to be in order, but I didn't feel like being in order right now... So I adjusted it back down a little, until my nipples were peeking back out again.

"There we go! Shall we?" He said as he stood and we wandered off to the break room. He pulled a lunch bag out of the fridge and offered the door to me, presumably to grab mine.

"Hey, let's eat in Joe's office!" I pushed the fridge closed as Brad gave me a confused look. "He's going out to lunch. It'll be nice to have a quiet corner just for us to chat, you know?"

"Sure!" He grinned and we stepped out of the break room, across the cubes and into Joe's office.

I turned the blinds and closed the latch. "So no one bugs us?" I smiled and he nodded agreeably back, unpacking his food onto the small conference table.

"Care for half my PB&J?" He held the soggy-looking bread out. I accepted, gracefully, and sat across from him as we munched.

Given the venue, he immediately asked about the report. "So, was Joe not okay?" That was fait, I was obviously acting strange coming back from handing it in.

"No, I mean, it was just one of those things where everything, like, explodes in your face?" I held up my hand, a circle of finger tips to thumb, and made a jerking motion with my wrist before mocking a splattering into my face. "You know?"

Brad blinked at me, looking dumbfounded. "Wait, what?"

I made the motion again, jerking the wrist a bit more this time for emphasis. "You know, when things explode in your face?"

"So... it went poorly?"

"Yes, it went poorly!" I did it again. "What do you not understand?"

"I have literally never seen that hand gesture before." His bewilderment turned into an amused grin. "At first I thought you gave Joe a hand job."

I choked on my sandwich, laughing. "That would've went better!" We chuckled. "You've never seen that gesture? Really?"

"I mean, I've seen, like..." He jerked his wrist, and tossed the 'explosion' away.

"Oh, well, ya, guys would see it like that, wouldn't you?" I glared at him, grinning.

"I suppose that makes a lot more sense now..." We chuckled again. "I imagine there are other obviously gendered gestures that have to date gone way over my head as well?"

I grinned. "I'm sure." I tried to pluck one out of the air. "Maybe... like, when a guy grabs his collar, like he's nervous or something's not going well?"

Brad tugged on his collar and made an exasperated, defeated face. "Like that?"

"Ya! Well, here... watch what happens when a girl does that." I stuck a finger down the front of Kelli's dress and tugged, my tits popping free. I put my hands up, making an exasperated, defeated face.

Brad snorted, eyes suddenly glued to my chest as my face turned to a grin. "You, uh, you do that gesture a lot, do you?"

"Yes, and it always end up like this." I shrugged, leaving my tits just sitting there, Brad's eyes glued to them. "I'll bet you'll be watching for it during the next meeting, eh?"

"Oh, you know it." He grinned.

I paused, biting my lip. "So, you fantasize about that during meetings too?" I said opaquely, looking as innocently across at him as I could with my tits out.

"About your top falling off?"

"About me doing things to you." I blinked, my face a mask. "During meetings."

"You fantasize about that? During meetings?" He said, blinking back, a little surprised as I nodded calmly. "Like what?"

"Like, say, handing you my panties under the table." I sighed. "I'd do it now, but I'm not wearing any panties..."

"That is a shame."

I nodded. "But, hey, we should at least give it a try, right?" I said, perking up and unhesitatingly slipping off Kelli's dress. Naked, save for my heels, I reached under the table to covertly hand it to him. It fell to the floor.

"Darn." He started to pull back.

"I've got it!" I smiled, slipping under the table and crawling over to him. "This is another one..." I came up between his legs, my hands running over his obvious erection and starting in on his belt. "I drop a pen and go down for it and no one notices that it takes me a while to come back up..." I pulled his cock free as I said that, my lips instantly pressing into it.

"Fuck, Cindy..." Brad murmured as I drew his cock gently into my mouth, pressing in and out, deeper with each thrust, until he slide back and out of me.

I looked up at him with sad puppy dog eyes, but he reached down and pulled me out from under the table and gently lifted me up to sit on the edge of it. "You ever fantasize about me fucking you on this table?" He said, his cock already sliding into me, a shaky nod my only response. "Me too." He lifted my knees up as his hips began to thrust against me, his cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy as our lips met, his tongue pulling mine out as our bodies writhed.

I hadn't realized how turned on this day had made me, and I already felt my pussy aching for more as he pulled my body into his. His fingers wove into my hair, and as he thrust in, clenched into a fist.

"Ungh!" I winced as the pain sent an unfamiliar shiver down my spine.

"Sorry..." He pulled his hand free, murmuring an apology.

"No, I..." I felt my chest getting light as his cock pumped into me, my hips writhing. "I liked it..." I whispered.

He reached up and wove his fingers back in, tugging gently as his cock slammed deep into me, and I gasped as I felt it pour through me. "Ungh!"

Another thrust, another tug, another shiver through my spine as my pussy suddenly convulsed around his cock. "Un-ung-ungh..." I gasped.

"It's good?" He asked, his thrusts seemingly unfazed by my orgasm. I managed to nod shakily once more. "Here..." He pulled back and I whimpered, compliant as he turned me around, bending me over onto the table. His cock slid back in, cautiously at first, and then slammed deep and hard. I winced, moving my hands to cushion between my thighs and the table edge. His hand wove itself back into my hair as he pulled his hips back. And then he thrust.

"UNGH!" I cried out as his cock slammed into my hungry pussy, his hand yanking roughly at my hair. His other hand gripped roughly at my ass as he slammed again, yanking again, and I could barely contain my cries. "Don't stop..." I managed as he set a pace of his cock plowing into my convulsing pussy, the top half of my body jerking in sync with his cock finding its depth as he pulled on my hair.

As the second orgasm subsided, the wincing faded into a hazy twitch in my eyes, my vision jerking up and back with each deep thrust of his cock and rough yank of my hair. His free hand slid around and under me, and began massaging at my clit. My mouth agape, I focused on breathing, feeling another peak quickly building.

"Fuck, I'm close..." I heard Brad say through the haze. I drunkenly reached back, pushing at him, and he pulled out and off me.

I half slid, half melted off the table and onto the floor, my fingers finding their way inside me as I knelt in front of him, eyeing his cock hungrily.

"I, uh..." He murmured as I ran my tongue along his cock, tasting my own juices. "I'm sorry you didn't..." He started as I slid my lips around his head.

I rolled my eyes, pressing forward before sliding off. "I already came, like, four times, maybe?" I smiled up at him as I slide his cock to the back of my throat and pulled off again. "Time to catch you up!" I pressed forward, taking his cock back in.

My fingers pumped in and out of my still-hungry pussy faster than I could bob on his cock, but I matched their rhythm, and felt my heart starting to get lighter again. I reached my free hand up and grabbed half my hair, holding it pointedly out to the side of my head, looking up at Brad expectantly as best I could while rocking back and forth on his cock.

He took the hint and wrapped his fingers into the hair I was holding, his other hand weaving into the rest. He pulled out, and then pulled me toward him, his hips rocking into my face, his cock shoving itself deeper down my throat than I'd taken him yet, but I didn't protest. I couldn't. That shock had jumped down my spine again, connecting with my fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, my other hand greedily rubbing at my clit.

The wince was gone completely now, replaced with my eyes escaping into my head, my face flush and heart fluttering away as my body was overcome by sensations from every angle. His hand jerking my hair back and forth, his hips in sync as they shoved his hot, hard cock in and out of my throat over and over, my own fingers forcing themselves in an out of my violently convulsing pussy as my hips ground my clit against my other hand.

All I could do was focus on breathing, my tongue slack, escaping my mouth as Brad's cock shoved against it over and over. I could vaguely feel drool running down my chin, but I was too far gone to care, my eyes permanently rolled back inside my head. I was like an orgasm, wrapped in an orgasm, inside an orgasm.

And then he came.

I normally keep good control of guys cumming in my mouth. I focus on keeping it all in, swallowing it in sync with the bursts. Using my tongue to capture dribbles that try to escape. It's a very involved process.

None of that happened. My brain was mush, and he just kept thrusting. He came deep in my throat, and I could feel the warmth running down. He came at the back of my mouth, and I could feel it pooling. He came at the front of my mouth, and I could feel that, too. It was dribbling down my chin. I could even feel it on my chest.

He was cumming, but I was too, and I was cumming this intense, incredible, mind-altering orgasm that just couldn't be bothered with little things like cum dribbling down my chin and onto my tits.

He eventually finished, dropping my hair, and sliding out of my mouth. My hands finally stopped, too, and I sat there on the floor, naked except for my heels and a messy coating of cum, in a daze. He poked me in the face with his cock a few times, and I blinked.

"Mmmm... cock..." I whispered, licking my lips and swallowing the dregs of cum still pooled in my mouth before drawing forward and licking his shaft clean. I lifted it with my hand and leaned under, lapping the splotches of cum off his balls too, shivering at the flavor that has brought me to such an intense pleasure only moments ago.

I pulled myself unsteadily upright, my hand gently stroking his half-hard cock, smiling at him. He smiled back.

*KNOCK KNOCK* "Hello?" Joe said loudly a few feet away.

"Fuck." I whispered, grinning, trying not to giggle. "Hey Joe!" I said loudly back. "How was lunch?"

"Hey Cindy, uh, the doors locked?" He replied as I hastily wiped cum and drool off my tits, snickering as I shoved it into my mouth, Brad smirking at me swallowing it down, his cock already put away.

"Oh, is it? Let me get that." I looked around the floor, but couldn't find my dress. Brad pointed, and I crawled under the table. He snuck a hand between my legs, slipping easily into my pussy, causing me to giggle. I pulled out and up, slipping the dress on and straightening it quickly. I pointed at my face and chest, looking questioningly at Brad, and he shook he head that there was any cum left.

I pulled the door open. "Hey Joe! You were out to lunch, so we thought we'd do lunch in your office. I hope that's alright?"

"Oh, ya, sure, of course, any time." He nodded as I stepped out past him.

"We were just finished, actually, good timing." Brad said, getting up.

"Well, I do want to come by your cube in a bit and catch you up the rest of the way?" I said to Brad as Joe wandered into his office. "You know?" I made the jerking hand gesture, splattering against my face again with a smirk.

"Naturally." He smiled.