Janie was married, but I liked to watch her from my office anyway.

She wore tight skirts of appropriate lengths. Pencil skirts to be exact. She also wore high heels but not ridiculously high. Her blouses were always demure, but there was no hiding a body like hers.

Her fashion choices accented her God-given body beautifully, and every time she brought me a file or asked me a question, my dick got hard. And when she leaned over my desk to point out some number or other on a spreadsheet, my cock got even harder.

More than once I’d had to go into my private bathroom and jerk off, remembering the brush of her full breast against my arm or the smell of her perfume or the tickle of a shiny lock of hair that touched my skin.

I started to wonder if those moments of contact were innocent accidents — or if she wanted me the way I wanted her.

We both ended up working on a recent Saturday to deal with a project for a pain-in-the-ass client. Janie was out doing her bit, while I was in my office doing mine. She wandered in wearing faded jeans and a sleeveless blouse with about a million tiny buttons down the front. Her pretty feet were in flat silver sandals, but her unprofessional look didn’t detract from the fact that she radiated sex like a beacon.

“I called about the truck that’s supposed to come in an hour to get all these files for storage. They’re running behind.”

She dropped into a chair and swung a leg over the arm of it. I thanked the gods of Saturday work because I’d never seen her dressed so casually before and looking at that faded denim hugging her curves had my cock aching.

“Can I buy you a coffee, then? And by buy, I mean: Do you want me to go make a pot?” I asked, considering a cup myself.

I would have stood, but my hard-on was like a divining rod.

She tapped her chin as if thinking. “Maybe later.”

I nodded, watching her shift in the chair. Her breasts jiggled, and her hair swayed as she placed two feet on the floor.

“Do you ever think about me?” she asked out of the blue.

“I… um… how?” I shifted in my chair, causing my cock to rub against my jeans. Bad move.

“Like dirty thoughts.” She cocked an eyebrow and ran her hand through her long brown hair.

“Am I really supposed to answer that?”

She sat up and leaned forward, with her elbows on her knees. Her position pressed her tits together and formed a tempting line of cleavage.

“Yes,” she said.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Yeah, I do. I do think about you.”

“Like what exactly?”

“I can’t, Janie… ”

She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. “Please, tell me.”

“I think about what you’d look like with those tits out,” I said bluntly.

Color flooded her cheeks, and she nodded. “Keep telling me stuff like that, and you’ll probably get to see.”

I slid my hand beneath the desk and rubbed my cock briefly.

“What else?”

“I sometimes wonder what you taste like.”

She unbuttoned another button, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

“Taste like?” she asked, being coy.

“If I were to eat your pussy, I wonder what it would taste like,” I elaborated. My heart was beating crazily, and my pulse was pounding in my dick like a drum.

“Oh, I like the sound of that. I’d wondered what it would be like if you went down on me. If you held my thighs open with those big, strong arms of yours and licked me until I came.”

I glanced at my own arms as if surprised to find them there. I was actually just surprised she noticed me that way — that she thought of me that way.

“I can arrange that, if you’re interested,” I answered, now knowing I could be bold.

She moved her hands to unbutton another button, and I made a negative sound. “How about taking your jeans off instead?”

Janie looked surprised for a moment, then she wriggled in her seat and smiled. She stood, popped the button on her waistband and dragged the zipper down, taking her sweet time as she tried to tease me.

It was working.

She pulled her jeans down slowly, and my heart damn near stopped. She was wearing plain white underwear. I could detect a hint of dark pubes through the thin cotton.

My cock jerked in my pants, and I curled my fingers against my thigh because what I really wanted was to plunge balls-deep into her — or jerk off until I came so hard my eyes crossed.

“I licked her faster, making tight wet circles with the rigid tip of my tongue.”

She sat back in the chair and let her legs splay a little.

“What else?”

“Obviously, I wonder what it would feel like to sink into you, slow and deep. Be buried in your pussy up to my balls.”

She hummed softly and undid two more buttons on her top. She pinched her nipples through her shirt so fast that I thought I might have imagined it.

“I think your cock would taste the way you smell. Clean, and maybe a little like sandalwood.”

I swallowed hard and then reached beneath the desk and unzipped my pants. “You think about that? How I’d taste?”

She nodded, her blue eyes bright in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“I do. I think about what it would be like for you to take me from behind. To grab my hips and plunge into me. I always get wet around you. I’m wet right now,” she said and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, so I could see the glistening cherry red of her pretty cunt.

I moaned, wrapped my hand around my dick and gave it a good tug.

“I think you might need to fuck me soon,” she said.

She slid her fingertip along her wetness, carried it up and traced circles around her clit. The chair was close enough to the desk that I could see her fingers shaking.

“I can do that. Come here. Get on my desk.” I patted the blotter right in front of me. She stood and unbuttoned her top until her tits fell free. She was braless, and her nipples were a gorgeous shade of brownish pink.

She came closer, and I pulled down her panties. Then I patted the desk again, and she hopped up. I didn’t ask her to spread her legs; I simply pushed them wide. I slid my chair back until I could bend and meet her pussy with my mouth.

I could smell how ripe and ready she was. A small bit of her juices trickled out of her opening to stain my blotter. I pushed a finger inside her. Her tight wet cunt gripped me, and I thought my brain would shut down from my excitement. I kissed her clit until she jerked, then I repeatedly nudged it with my tongue until her hands came down and gripped my hair so hard my eyes watered.

I licked her faster, making tight wet circles with the rigid tip of my tongue. I pushed a second finger inside her, and she made a desperate sound. Her hips rocked up, and I fucked her that way for a moment.

We’d had our intense verbal foreplay, so her pussy was popping. I simply pumped my fingers repeatedly as I licked her, occasionally murmuring against her cunt lips.

She came with a loud cry, wetness rushing out of her and drenching my fingers. I took a shuddering breath and stood.

Janie lay back on my big desk and watched me push my pants down. Her eyes never left me as I worked my cock with my fist.

She held a hand up and said, “It’s bigger than I thought. Longer. I want to taste it. I have to taste it. I’m serious.”

She slipped from the desk and got on her knees in front of me. She licked me and sucked me hungrily.

I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth faster. She swirled her tongue around my cockhead and then pulled back to drag her open mouth up one side of my dick and down the other.

I had to remind myself to breathe.

She cupped my balls, hefted them and gave them a gentle squeeze.

A growl ripped out of me, and I pulled free of her.

“Up on the desk,” I snapped.

I’d had so many fantasies about fucking her — some other guy’s wife. I couldn’t wait any more.

She draped herself across my desk and spread her legs. She was wetter than before, which I didn’t think was possible, and yet, there is was — her pussy a slick, rosy gash waiting for me to fill it.

I grabbed her and hauled her to the edge of the desktop, before knocking her legs wide, playing the tip of my dick over her slick opening.

“Hurry,” she said.

I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait.

“There was an addictive quality to watching her pretty face as she climaxed.”

I pushed into her, and her pussy engulfed me. She was small and tight, and it was an exquisite feeling being swallowed up by her warm, wet body. I watched her move to meet me, watched how she shuddered every time my pubic bone hit her clit. She played with her nipples, pinching them, drawing them out and then letting them spring back.

I had to look away because I feared I’d come from watching her.

I grabbed her hips and hauled her against me as I thrust forward.

“Yes, like that. Like that. Harder,” she demanded.

She bucked wildly in my arms, and I slammed into her, anchoring her with my hands.

She came quick, her pussy muscles spasming delightfully around my cock, and I had to grind my jaw painfully hard to keep from coming then and there.

There was an addictive quality to watching her pretty face as she climaxed. I wanted to see it again.

I fucked her a bit faster. I stared down at her face as I played my thumb across her fat clit.

She whimpered. She held her breath, and then blew out a big sigh. I pressed my thumb harder, rubbed more intensely and stared down at her as she quivered.

“Come on. Come for me.”

“Harder,” she said.

I pressed harder, furiously drawing circles on that tiny knot of flesh. She clenched her internal muscles around me, and I held my breath.

She contracted again, drawing her cunt up tight to taunt me. I stroked into her harder and faster.

“Yes, like that. Like that. Don’t stop,” she cooed.

Her hands were back on her tits, her fingers pinching and playing with those lovely nipples. She hissed and then said my name as she came, her pussy working me like a small, slippery fist.

“Jesus,” I snarled.

I pulled free of her, wanting to see my jizz stripe her lovely tan skin. I came, painting her belly and her breasts with my hot come.

That had been my most enjoyable day at work in quite some time.

I don’t know if Janie’s husband knows what she’s up to in her spare time, but I’m not about to tell him.