Image by lookstudio on Freepik
Nobody likes working late and I was no exception. Since I got a new coworker, however, things changed and I’m now very much looking forward to it. This not only endeared me to my boss but also did wonders for my sexual life.
It all started when Jeff was assigned to my team and we ended up working on a project late into the night. The stress was enormous, for this was for one of our biggest clients and the deadline was approaching fast.
The client got into trouble and we needed to come up with a PR strategy that would swiftly and successfully put out the fire. Situations such as this always provided an adrenaline rush and with that, I felt that the fire needed to be put out not only for the client but in my panties as well.
They were on fire as my pussy burned with creative juices ignited by the sparks that have been flying between Jeff and myself all evening. I’m a huge osmolagniac and smells have the power to instantly turn me on or off.
Jeff smelled divinely and the more we connected on a creative level as we brainstormed the ideas, the more I became aware of that. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and kept leaning closer to him just to be able to get more of it.
The wetter I got, the more Jeff seemed to be drawn to me as well. As we came up with ideas, some of them brilliant ones, my cheeks flushed with excitement and my lips on both ends became fuller with the rush of blood.
The itch in my panties became almost unbearable and I wiggled on my chair and crossed my legs in an attempt to appease my flooding pussy. Jeff seemed to be more and more restless too.
I wore a low-cut V neck and he couldn’t stop glancing at my cleavage while I tried to quickly check the size of a bulge in his pants without making it too obvious. It seemed that the temperature in the room kept rising with every passing minute so I took off my cardigan while Jeff took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
As I checked again, the size of the bulge seemed to become notably bigger and I was overcome by the urge to get a hold of it. My pussy was screaming for fulfillment and my nipples were growing harder with desire. I knew I couldn’t hide that for the dress was tight.