You and I have been waiting for this meeting to happen. We've been teasing each other with the possibility. The emails where I told you we could do it. Well, now it's going to happen. As soon as our manager called for an informational meeting, I remembered you were wearing a dress. I whispered to you to go to the rest room and remove your panties, and gave you a wink.

Then I move to the conference room and picked our spot. Right behind the counter in the corner of the room. You come in late, see me, and move over to me. There are fifty people in the room but none behind the counter with us. All is going well. We look at each other again and I give you another wink. Your hand drops down to my crotch and you squeeze my hardening member.

We look around as you lower my zipper while the boss drones on about sales figures and overtime hours. I reach under your dress and find your softness. It's already wet as I slide two fingers in.

You stroke me to full hard and then slowly move in front of me so no one notices. I am sitting on a stool as I pull up your dress in the back just alittle. You ease down on my length and it slides right in. MMM..that feels so good. Your warm wetness sliding oh so slowly down my shaft. I have to bite my lip to maintain my concentration. Finally after what seems like five minutes, you bottom out. Your hands are squeezing my thighs so I can tell you are liking the feel of it too. The danger, the hot passion. You begin to buck your hips forward slightly, the movement not able to be seen outside your dress, but all our nerve endings can feel it.

You dig your nails into your own palm to keep yourself from moaning. I begin to move upward with your motion. I can feel the wetness between us. Then you lean forward more, resting your arms on the counter, looking like you're bored to anyone who might glance this way.

But I know you just wanted to change the angle to entry slightly. The excitement is building for both of us.

I reach around and touch your love button and that sets you off.

I feel your body semi-collapse on me as you turn your head so I can see you're biting your finger. Knowing where we are and what is happening to you, sends me over the edge. The spasms begin as my warm juice spurts deep into you. I hope no one can see the sweat running down my face.

We slowly move apart and straighten out our clothing as the manager wraps up. Too bad it wasn't our yearly sexual harrasement meeting. That would have made it all the better.