Josh gives a small lustful hum as Crystal makes her way slowly around her boss' desk. Her piercing blue eyes peeking over the top of a pair of black rimmed glasses, she pulls a long yellow pencil from behind her ear and seductively captures the eraser between her teeth. Letting his hand slide into his lap, Josh grips his slowly stiffening shaft and gives it a firm squeeze. Crystal is undoing the top button of a crisp white blouse, at least a size too small for her generous chest. A tight mid-thigh skirt keeps her strides short as tall black stilettos click loudly on the tile floor.
Josh's mind wanders momentarily.
{Crystal better hope she is able to come to some sort of resolution about her poor Performance Evaluation because HR is probably going to have something to say about the appropriateness of her work attire. And what's the pencil for? She doesn't even have a notepad.}
Crystal has made her way around the desk. Tossing the pencil absently aside, her right hand undoes another button as her left reaches out and loosely wraps around her boss' tie, just below the knot, and slides slowly downward.
Something itches at the edge of Josh's perception? Tapping?
He raises his eyes from the laptop screen and uncovers one of his ears, taking a moment to listen for anything other than the cheesy saxophone number coming from his noise cancelling headphones...nothing. With a shrug, he drops the headphones back on his ear, gives a quick glance to the door of the tiny dorm room to ensure the door is locked and returns his attention to Crystal's ongoing performance evaluation predicament.
The point of view has switched to that of her boss Lance, and Crystal has found her way to her knees on the floor in front of him. Apparently a few more buttons were undone, or simply gave up the struggle, because Crystals shirt now hangs mostly open, her breasts cradled by a lacey black bra doing wonderful things for her mesmerizing cleavage. Her hand is gently stroking the front of Lance's khakis as she looks up at him through long, full lashes. Her bright red lips parts hungrily for just a moment before she bites he lower lip and her fingers find his zipper.
"God Daaamn" Josh groans under his breath. He sits on his narrow bed, legs outstretched, with his laptop across his thighs. He slides the laptop a little farther toward his knees, and lifting his hips, pushes his gym shorts down till the waistband is resting just at the top of his thighs. The image of the incredibly hot, if not quite believable, Crystal on her knees, eyes hungry, mouth wet, has his cock well on its way to a raging erection. As he watches Crystal free Lance from his sensible business attire and takes him slowly into her mouth, Josh wraps a hand around his own member and begins to stroke. His breath becomes a bit heavier, and he feels himself growing firmer.
A sudden motion catches his attention. An immediate panic hits him as the door begins to swing open. For a brief moment, his brain struggles to catch up with the list of alarms going off in his head, not knowing which fire to put out first. Flailing he grabs the nearby blanket, throwing it over his engorged member. The motion starts his laptop moving, sliding toward the edge of the bed. He makes a desperate grasp but falls just short, his hands only managing to find a coil of the headphone wire. Tipping over the edge, the laptop slips to the floor, as the headphone wire pops loose. Crystal's wet, muffled moans for a moment fill the small room before he is able to lean over and snap the lid shut.
His pulse racing and his face tingling with the heated flush of embarrassment, Josh looks up to the doorway. There, mouth agape, right hand still clutching the key in the lock, left hand pressing his Econ 204 book to her chest; is his best friend, Charlie.
Josh's mind wanders momentarily.
{Crystal better hope she is able to come to some sort of resolution about her poor Performance Evaluation because HR is probably going to have something to say about the appropriateness of her work attire. And what's the pencil for? She doesn't even have a notepad.}
Crystal has made her way around the desk. Tossing the pencil absently aside, her right hand undoes another button as her left reaches out and loosely wraps around her boss' tie, just below the knot, and slides slowly downward.
Something itches at the edge of Josh's perception? Tapping?
He raises his eyes from the laptop screen and uncovers one of his ears, taking a moment to listen for anything other than the cheesy saxophone number coming from his noise cancelling headphones...nothing. With a shrug, he drops the headphones back on his ear, gives a quick glance to the door of the tiny dorm room to ensure the door is locked and returns his attention to Crystal's ongoing performance evaluation predicament.
The point of view has switched to that of her boss Lance, and Crystal has found her way to her knees on the floor in front of him. Apparently a few more buttons were undone, or simply gave up the struggle, because Crystals shirt now hangs mostly open, her breasts cradled by a lacey black bra doing wonderful things for her mesmerizing cleavage. Her hand is gently stroking the front of Lance's khakis as she looks up at him through long, full lashes. Her bright red lips parts hungrily for just a moment before she bites he lower lip and her fingers find his zipper.
"God Daaamn" Josh groans under his breath. He sits on his narrow bed, legs outstretched, with his laptop across his thighs. He slides the laptop a little farther toward his knees, and lifting his hips, pushes his gym shorts down till the waistband is resting just at the top of his thighs. The image of the incredibly hot, if not quite believable, Crystal on her knees, eyes hungry, mouth wet, has his cock well on its way to a raging erection. As he watches Crystal free Lance from his sensible business attire and takes him slowly into her mouth, Josh wraps a hand around his own member and begins to stroke. His breath becomes a bit heavier, and he feels himself growing firmer.
A sudden motion catches his attention. An immediate panic hits him as the door begins to swing open. For a brief moment, his brain struggles to catch up with the list of alarms going off in his head, not knowing which fire to put out first. Flailing he grabs the nearby blanket, throwing it over his engorged member. The motion starts his laptop moving, sliding toward the edge of the bed. He makes a desperate grasp but falls just short, his hands only managing to find a coil of the headphone wire. Tipping over the edge, the laptop slips to the floor, as the headphone wire pops loose. Crystal's wet, muffled moans for a moment fill the small room before he is able to lean over and snap the lid shut.
His pulse racing and his face tingling with the heated flush of embarrassment, Josh looks up to the doorway. There, mouth agape, right hand still clutching the key in the lock, left hand pressing his Econ 204 book to her chest; is his best friend, Charlie.
