The Desk

I lock the door behind us as she clocks in. I head back to the stockroom (yes, the same stockroom from this past weekend). A minute later she is there with me, hands draped around my neck, looking up into my eyes with soulful deep brown irises. Beautiful.
We kiss. Her tongue slides in my mouth.

The Stockroom

Our dialogue has grown hotter each visit. Fantasies and desires described in detail during our conversations. Accompanied by slight peeks down her blouse, or up her skirt. Occasionally, a stray finger brushing my cock