Wow. When she came in this morning, Jo was wearing a pencil skirt. With high heels. And long legs that just stretched forever. She got into our office, closed the door, and walked to me. Without a word, she spun my chair so I'd face her, then straddled my lap. Her skirt rode up to her hips and I saw she was wearing sexy black underwear (probably expensive stuff considering how little fabric it had). Still in silence, she slowly thrust her hips back and forth against my crotch and leaned in to kiss me, arms around my neck. I had a very nice glimpse of her cleavage before our lips met.
The kiss was shorter than I would have liked, but enough to get me aroused. She separated us, then grabbed the back of my head and drove it between her warm, bountiful breasts. I mumbled something in protest, but all that came out were muffled sounds. Then she got up and walked away, leaving me wanting more.
As she sat, she shot me a look I couldn't quite decipher. For sure, she wasn't very aroused, just a little. Her voice wasn't hostile, but her tone was firm.
"You ever pull a stunt like Friday again, I'll make sure your balls are blue all day long."
I was pretty silent all morning, I can guarantee you that.
"I'm doing it."