Office Work

Meet me by the copier...

I meet him by the fax machine;
My blouse is sheer, it's made to tease.
I bend to fix the paper tray.
My skirt rides up a little way.

I place a pen between my lips.
I push the tray against my tits.
I turn away, my hips are wide.
He follows me with hungry eyes.

My panties? Gone. I’ve slipped them off;
I knew I wouldn’t want to stop.
With humming lights and toner dust,
The scent of paper, heat, and lust.

I drop the pen; oh, clumsy me!
My blouse slips accidentally.
A button pops. I let it stay.
It’s casual Friday, anyway.

I ask him can he help me scan,
He says, “Of course, I think I can.”
Our fingers brush. He gives a smirk.
God help me, I love office work.

My nipples hard, my pussy wet,
I know that I am not done yet.
I whisper, “This stays off the clock.”
He nods his head, half-hard, in shock.

“I love a man in pleated pants.”
He swallows deep, adjusts his stance.
I drop down low and scuff my knees.
I lick my lips, I love to tease.

He’s looking down, and he can see,
My breasts, now loose, completely free.
My nipples out, they beg for touch.
I notice; “Oh dear…oh…uh…whoops!”

I tuck them back inside my bra,
I’m dripping now, it’s gone too far.
I cough and smooth my skirt back down,
Pretending I don’t see his frown.

He shifts again. His jaw is tight.
“Let’s meet again? Perhaps tonight?”
I close my eyes and kiss his cheek,
“I’ll meet you here, same time, next week.
For now, it’s true, you’ve been a star…
Just promise not to tell HR!"

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