For L

Duncan heard the sound of high heels in the hallway and shut off his phone. During the office party, he had snuck away to check some emails and take a break from hearing Jacobsen's fraternity stories. He found a dark office with a couch, which provided a comfortable place to do both. Either the woman approaching was doing the same or this room belonged to her. With the phone off he sat in the darkness perfectly still.

The woman walked to the large desk by the window. As she moved around to the back, she set down a glass of champagne. Light from the parking lot allowed Duncan to see a little more than a silhouette as she pulled out a small bag from her drawer.

She hoisted her skirt up and leaned back on the desk. Was she removing her panties? He felt it was wrong, but Duncan was alert watching her prop her left leg up on the chair. Her hands slowly moved along her calf -- the sound of the stocking excited Duncan, but he remained silent.

Her head tilted back momentarily as her left hand reached the apex of her legs. Duncan bit his finger as her realized what she was doing. A gasp escaped her lips as two orgasm balls were removed and placed into the bag. Her breathing was strong and the left hand went back to work.

Duncan received an email and his phone lit up. The woman turned and the two made eye contact for the brief moment that the phone illuminated his face. Her gaze stayed constant after the light faded. The left hand kept moving steadily as well.

His pants were tighter now. The desk creaked as she stood up and finished her glass of champagne. She motioned for Duncan to join her.

Just as he rounded the desk, she shoved him down to the ground and out of site.

A figure was in the doorway and knocked on the jamb.

"Veronica? Are you in here?" a woman asked.

Veronica stood straighter and adjusted the skirt behind her desk. Duncan's face was next to her thighs and could smell her arousal. Perhaps it was the champagne, but he felt emboldened and ran his hand along her leg, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the black stocking. She touched his hair.

"Yes. I'm just taking a second."

The co-worker continued, "They're starting to cut up the cake. Did you want to say a few words before everyone ate?

Duncan moved his hand up her inner thigh, past where the stocking ended. His fingers crept into her. She pulled his hair so he moved his hand back down.

"Uh, no. I think everyone has heard plenty from me. Let them enjoy their desserts ..."

She pulled his hair harder until his fingers re-entered her.

"Would you like me to bring you a slice?"

He slid in and out of her, with slow, circular motions.

Veronica grabbed onto the desk. Duncan could feel her legs tensing up.

"Oh," she moaned.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes... I mean, save me a piece. Please. And another glass of champagne. I'll be out soon."

Duncan's finger went deeper than ever. Her hand tugged at his hair.

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"Would you shut the door on your way out? I need to make a call."

"It's Friday night? Who would you call?"

Duncan removed his hand and tasted her sweet, creamy juices on his fingers.

"It's a personal call, I won't be long."

"Oh. Okay," the coworker said as she shut the door behind her.

"Get up here. Now," Veronica demanded.

He was next to her in a heartbeat. She pulled the back of his hair again with one hand, and rubbed Duncan's erect penis with the other.

"So you like to watch?"

"Mmm hmm," he responded with kisses on her neck.

She undid his pants, and the belt made a startling sound as it hit the hardwood floor. Duncan was not wearing boxers or briefs.

He pushed her up against the desk and lifted her skirt. She leaned across and he grabbed her hips from behind.

Veronica's hand guided him into her slowly. As he began thrusting, she grabbed his hands and squeezed.

"We can't be too loud," she whispered as his dick moved in and out. "Oh, fuck."

His right hand moved up her side and around her neck. "Shhhh." His breath was hot along her neck. When his index finger reached her lips, Veronica bit down and moaned.

Duncan felt a quiver in her legs and knew that she came. Both of her hands were on the desk and she pushed back against him. The force sent him into the chair. The air felt good against his hard cock. She reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out a small towel, laying it across his stomach. Veronica then proceeded to take him in her mouth.

"I thought I tasted good on my fingers. I taste even better off of you."

Duncan ran his hands through her wavy brown hair. The locks tickled his thighs slightly and it wasn't long before he was ready.

"I'm about to come," he whispered.

Veronica leaned back and gave the tip of his penis a small peck.

"Hold the towel," she ordered. "Get ready."

Her grip tightened on the base of his dick. With slow motions up and down, his manhood became engorged.

With the fingernails of her other hand she tickled his balls. The intensity was too much for him to stand and he pushed the towel down as he came. "Aaahh," he groaned.

Veronica stood and pulled her skirt down. She grabbed the champagne flute and walked to the door.

"You should clean yourself up. You wouldn't want to miss dessert."

Duncan sat there blissfully as the door shut behind him, never more thankful to work in her office.