It was one hell of an intense smooch I had in years. There was heat between us. I pressed her boobs over her dress and grabbed her ass, making her get...closer to me. She also responded quite well.Then I whispered that it was time to take things to the next level in her ears. She said she was not prepared to get fucked that day. But after our little romance, she was oozing pre-cum already. So there was very little we could do to stop it from happening.We removed clothes in no time. I cleared the. Willpower be damned. I looked, and saw her still out there, applying more lotion. Unfortunately, her head jerked distinctly in my direction, spotting me, making me duck again. This was starting to get ridiculous. I thought, no, I'm not going to move my desk. No, I'm not going to look at her. No, I'm not going to be a lackey on these accounts and possibly jeopardize my position here at this admittedly awesome-paying job, especially with my wonder-boss being a little pissed at me right now. So, I. While kissing her I kneel down over her hips while kissing her, reaching inside her shirt feeling her pierced tummy. I slide my hands on her fit body and took of her shirt. I then felt something touching my hard erected dick over my pants. I looked down and she was grabbing it while smiling. I put my hands over her and I helped her fondling my cock as I was kissing her neck slowly going down to her boobs, where I took her bra off. Her tits was perfect, small boobs but adorable. I sucked on her. She looked between her legs and in the low light saw his balls hanging down, pendulating with his thrusts. The visual and clitoral stimulation brought on yet another orgasm. Michael stopped moving and let her control the action. She bucked and writhed and pushed herself back onto his dick. When it subsided, she was spent. “I need to lay down,” she said. She rolled onto her back and looked at her lover. He was still up on his knees. His goddamn dick was still hard but gravity caused it to hang.