Last week, our office was in full celebration mode, and I had volunteered to handle the decorations. It had been a week since I’d last had sex, and the frustration had been building. That morning, as I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body, I couldn’t resist. My hands wandered, rubbing slow circles over my clit, teasing myself. I was already throbbing, and it didn’t take long before I was moaning softly, chasing that edge without going all the way.

Feeling flushed and a little naughty, I got dressed for work in a short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a snug top that left little to the imagination. My breasts hung freely, the fabric clinging to my curves, and as I moved, I could feel the tension growing.

When I reached the office, the admin guys were already helping with the decorations. There was a lot of bending, climbing on desks, and stretching to hang balloons and streamers. I noticed the way their eyes lingered on my legs, my skirt riding up just enough to reveal the pink of my panties when I reached up high. The thin fabric had already started to dampen from the teasing thoughts running through my mind, and I couldn’t help but notice how visible it must have been.

As I stuck balloons onto the wall, I caught one of the admin guys stealing glances from below. Feeling daring, I spread my legs just a little more, pretending to focus on my task while giving him an even better view. When I looked down and saw his embarrassed expression, I couldn’t help but tease him.

“It’s okay,” I said softly, smirking. “It’s a good thing you’re getting excited.”

He hesitated but smiled nervously, his eyes flicking to the buttons of my top, which I deliberately unfastened a couple more, exposing more of my cleavage. “What do you think?” I asked playfully, leaning forward just enough to give him a better view.

He stammered something about getting back to work, but I could see the tension in his body, the way his hands fidgeted. “Let’s finish decorating the conference room,” I suggested, leading him inside and shutting the door behind us.

As soon as we were alone, his restraint crumbled. He stepped closer, his hands brushing against my hips before sliding under my skirt. I didn’t stop him. Instead, I leaned back against the table, letting him explore. His fingers found the waistband of my panties, slipping inside to feel how wet I was.

I gasped softly, my body arching into his touch as he slid a finger along my slick folds. His mouth moved to my chest, pulling my top down to expose my bare breasts. He sucked on my nipples, his teeth grazing them gently, sending shivers through me as I moaned softly.

When he tugged my panties down, I stepped out of them, spreading my legs as he lifted me onto the desk. He positioned himself between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance before sliding in with one deep thrust. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he filled me completely.

The rhythm was fast and desperate, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built. The sounds of our moans and the desk creaking beneath us filled the room, but I barely noticed.

Then, a faint noise outside caught my attention. Someone was nearby. I whispered it to him, but neither of us wanted to stop. He thrust harder, his breathing ragged as he reached his peak. With one final, deep thrust, he groaned, spilling inside me, his body trembling against mine.

I quickly buttoned my top, smoothing my skirt as I stepped out of the room, hoping no one would notice.

As I walked out, I saw the boss standing nearby, giving instructions to another team. My heart raced, but I kept my composure, smiling and chatting casually before heading back to my desk. Meanwhile, the admin guy slipped out quietly.