Stick to the Plan

Despite the temptation you can't forget why you came her originally. Not just to help a fellow reporter or to hook up with a cute girl, but also get some information about Spurting Spent - which ultimately seems easier if you don't instantly jump her bones. Though it's tempting.

You lightly touch Ceilidh's waist and ask whether she needed your help with anything. She rewards you with a grin and leads the way into the office, pulling out a chair for you while she bounces over to the kitchenette.

"You want some coffee?" she asks airily but doesn't wait for your answer before she puts a pot on. Then without much ceremony she peels off her jeans, revealing her long slender legs and tight ass in her black panties. She notices you staring and answers with a coy smile.

"Sorry, just getting comfortable.." Ceilidh says and quickly joins you by the table, pulling up a chair very close to yours and drops down, leaving her legs draped across your lap. She pulls up laptop and pops it open in front of you, quickly pulling up the necessary files. The proximity, the heat of her legs is very distracting and for a moment you hesitate before you rest your hands on her thighs, earning you an encouraging smile.

"Yeah so this here..?" she asks, pulling attention away from the wet spot on her panties and back to the screen. For a moment you attempt to focus on Indesign. Now you're no expert but neither is Ceilidh and you can tell that just having a fresh pair of eyes helps. Even though this isn't your area of expertise, you manage to come with a few suggestions, though things take a different turn when Ceilidh asks you to demonstrate how you would colour-correct one of the photos. It's been ages since you've worked in Photoshop and while your fumbling around with layers, filters and masks trying to remember how it goes, you feel Ceilidhs fingers brush your hands on their way up her legs. Her face is attentive, her constantly watching you, but as you gaze down you realize that she has started rubbing her cunt through her panties. You fumble with your words, your mouth is suddenly dry and your eyes are fixed on her fingers drawing circles on her crotch.

Ceilidh pouts and suddenly moves over until she's straddling your lap. Face to face. On of her arms rests daintily on shoulder, the other between your bodies still playing with herself. You stare at her, startled, and she gives you the same goofy grin she first met you with and leans in until your lips are barely touching.

"Go on, handsome.." she murmurs. Her voice is already throaty with desire, "I'm listening.."