Lee had worked in the office for just over 6 months, and couldn’t stand the job. It was tedious data analysis type work which bored the hell out of him, and he had to do it eight hours a day, five days a week. The only thing that got him through his long days was Marcia. Marcia was a stunning woman who had started at the office about two weeks after Lee and worked at the station opposite him. Lee was wild with desire for her, and would be distracted for what seemed like hours at a time fantasising about the things he would do to her if he ever had the chance. He watched her now from across his desk as she sat typing at her computer. Her long, sandy hair was tied in a tight bun. She wore a light coloured shirt which was unbuttoned at the top and showing off her magnificent cleavage, her tits pushed tightly together by her back bra which was just visible over the top of her shirt. He thought how much fun it would be to bury his face in those quality melons. The thought was a welcome distraction from the endless number crunching and typing that should have been occupying his mind. But time was money, so he went back to staring at his computer screen and filling in the numbers. Marcia took a sip from the bottle of water on her desk. When she put it back down, she placed it too close to the edge and it over balanced and tumbled to the floor, rolling a metre or two away from her desk. Lee heard the spillage and his ‘cleavage imminent’ sense started to tingle. He watched as Marcia wheeled her chair towards the stray bottle and bent over to pick it up. The wide opening of her shirt drooped down as she stretched her arm and Lee stared, transfixed by what he was seeing. Too quick for him to react, Marcia looked up at Lee and his slightly agape mouth. Despite his embarrassment, he held her gaze for a moment. To his surprise, she didn’t raise herself up straight away. Instead, she stayed where she was for a few seconds. Her large breasts and black bra now clearly visible. She slowly straightened herself up, flashed him a cheeky grin and pushed herself back behind her desk, holding her long legs out horizontally as her chair wheeled back into Girne Escort place. She returned to typing, her eyes quickly darting to Lee before he returned his gaze to his screen. As he typed more numbers, he felt his face grow hot with the embarrassment of getting caught looking. Despite the sexy little grin and her delayed response in picking up the bottle, it never felt right being caught having a sneaky glance at a woman’s tits, however good they may look. Beneath the embarrassment though, was a tingle of arousal and extreme lust. The shape of those breasts couldn’t be forgotten by a mild feeling of shame. From the corner of his eye, Lee saw Marcia stand up. She was about 5ft6 and a slim build. She walked from behind her desk and down the corridor away from him. Her buttoned shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, which clung tightly to the wide curve of her hips and her big round ass. It stopped about an inch above her knee. As she walked, her incredible ass wiggled hypnotically from side to side and her black heels clipped rhythmically along the hard floor. She reached the elevator and pressed the button. When the doors opened, she turned and looked back at Lee. He smiled and she smiled back. She got into the elevator and before the doors closed, she threw him a wave. The doors slid shut, and the elevator descended. Lee returned to his work, grinning madly to himself. * * * A few hours later, towards the end of the day when the office was quiet, Lee had retired to the small printing room to print out a few documents. As the printer whirred away, his mind began to wander. His thoughts would wonder between topics, but would often return back to Marcia’s tight pencil skirt and her revealing top. He stood for about ten minutes waiting for his print job to finish, when his thoughts were interrupted by a soft thud, which was followed by a sloshing sound. He turned and saw a bottle of water on the floor with Marcia standing over it, one hand on her hip. “Hey,” she said, bending down to pick up the bottle. The movement wasn’t as slow and deliberate as earlier, but still gave Lee a good view Magosa Escort all the same. “Uh…Hi,” he said. “Caught you looking earlier, twice.” She turned on her heel and strolled over to the small desk, turned back to Lee and rested her ass on the corner. She folded her arms under to breasts, causing them to push up and out. Lee swallowed. “Yeah, sorry about that. Kinda hard to resist.” He said and added a nervous laugh, instantly regretting what he said. “No, no,” she said. “No need to apologize. In fact, I’ve been watching you too. For a long time.” Lee blinked in astonishment. He had been sneaking peaks and fantasising about Marcia on and off for six months, and it now seemed that she had been doing the same over him. His heart rate quickened. “Really?” he said, unable to think of anything clever or sexy. His brain had suddenly turned to shit. “Mmm-Hmm,” she nodded. Marcia lifted herself from the desk and walked over to the door and gently closed it and turned the lock. Why there was such a convenient lock on the door was anybody’s guess, but there it was all the same. She slid the blinds closed and walked slowly towards him, her heels clipping along the floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. He could feel her breath on his face. “I think,” she whispered. “That we may just have to apologize to each other properly.” “That would seem to be for the best,” he said, slipping his hands around her small waist. “What’s the best way to do it, do you think?” “Like this,” she said, and slid her hand slowly down Lee’s body to his crotch. She grabbed his cock and squeezed it through his trousers. She moved her hand up and down along it, and Lee felt himself begin to harden. Lee ran his hands down her back to get a squeeze of that perfect ass through her skin tight leather skirt. It was warm, perfectly rounded and firm. He squeezed both cheeks and dug his fingers in deep. She moved in closer, put her hands on his chest and pushed him back against the wall, hard. He grunted from the impact, and before he knew it, Marcia was on him. Pushing him hard against the wall, Kıbrıs Escort she ferociously kissed him; her tongue pressing firmly into his mouth while he kissed her with equal ferocity. Lee wasn’t quite sure how a dropped water bottle had led to this intense making out at the printers, but damn she was keen and he wasn’t going to stop. This very thought had kept him occupied for hours at his desk, and the reality was better than he had ever imagined. Marcia bit down on Lee’s lip, drawing a small amount of blood, as she un-tucked his shirt. She slid a slender hand up his shirt and ran it up his body, clawing at his chest with her long fingernails. Lee grabbed behind her knee and hooked her leg around his waist; she happily squeezed it around him. He snaked his hand up her smooth thigh and cupped her ass cheek while she forced her tongue down his throat. Marcia removed her hand from under Lee’s shirt and began to hurriedly unbutton her shirt. Lee watched, his hand caressing her ass under her skirt, as her shirt fell open and her wonderful tits came into view. And they truly were wonderful. Big and pert, the bra seeming to barely contain them. He ran a finger down the length of her cleavage as she slipped the top off her shoulders and onto the floor. He cupped a breast in his hand. She looked up at him and pulled the bobble out of her hair, letting it roll down her back almost to the top of her ass. He could make out her heart pounding under his hand. She craned her neck and began to kiss him in that eager, hungry way she had been doing. Lee slid his hand from her ass and began to work his way around the front. He teased his fingers under her thong, and his hand instantly flinched back. Instead of meeting with a warm and wet pussy, his fingers had found what felt like a hard cock. “What the fuck is that?” he asked, the shock clear in his voice. “That’s my cock,” she said. “And it’s very happy, as you probably felt.” “Your cock!” “That’s right. Does it bother you?” Lee looked down at her incredible face with her dark eyes and sweet, shiny blowjob lips; her large heaving breasts; her toned stomach and the long leg that was still gripped around his waist. He also noticed his own rock hard cock and realised that, in all honesty, he didn’t give a flying fuck. His hand was still poised lightly on the top of Marcia’s thigh and, in answer to her question; he pulled down the top of her thong to let her cock spring free.