When she arrived back at his cubicle she knocked on the cubicle door frame and asked, “John, do you have a second?”John turned around and ...smiled. Stacee looked down on the floor by his chair and noticed he had cleaned up his mess. John’s face turned to more of a puzzled look, “What can I do for you Stacee?”“Oh, sorry, my mind was thinking about something else for a moment. I finished entering the data from the files you needed.”“Oh great! I can. I settled for keeping them on and just enjoying the sensation. I really didn't want her to find come stains on them.I slipped quietly down the corridor resisting the urge to listen through her door again, wanking as I walked, and back onto the sofa.Sam stirred, looked up in the half-light and murmured"You ok?"I'm sure he had glimpsed what I was wearing."Err yes sort of…"My erection refused to go down and the soft silk sliding over my cock didn’t help it."You feeling horny?"I was but not sure. Her body was in raptures of ecstasy as she pulled his face harder into her cunt, her voice was almost growl like as she demanded him to fuck her. His cock was already dribbbling with come. How he was stopping himself from exploding was incomprehensible. He moved his body up until his mouth was on hers, and her tongue was licking her own juice from his face. That turned him on even more than he thought possible. His cock need to penetrate her, he needed to fuck her and be fucked by her, and. His finger wiggled up inside her so gently. She felt a slight twinge of pain, but the pleasure was so good. She thrust herself toward his hand.Suddenly he broke away and sat on his end of the bench seat. She stared at him, feeling terribly disappointed. It seemed there had to be something more to what he was doing to her, although she had no idea what.He was panting as hard as her. She glanced down at his crotch again. His hard penis was still there. She longed to take it out of his pants and.