"Alright people, that's it for the day. You've all earned an early break." You hear a choir of exhaling sighs of reliefs and muted cheers. your voice counted among their number.
The boss didn't come to work today, and your senpai Ouro Kronii took over. Everyone just finished a particularly hectic project, judging by how happy the boss was it looked like it went off without a hitch.
"Except you anon, I need to see you in the meeting room in 10 minutes. I need to review your performance so far." Your brow is raised at this sudden summoning. Your colleagues giving you looks of sympathy. If only they knew.
You did as she asked, entering the boarding room. The blinds were all pulled down. She was waiting there, leaning against the edge of the long table.
She wore a gun-grey office jacket, underneath a striped grey and black blouse. A color matched pencil skirt around her waist, and affixed in place by a belt. She wore nylon stockings that accentuated her graceful legs that ended with feet protected by close toe high heels.
She looked at you impatiently, waiting for you to take a seat. You sit your ass down on the swivel chair, pulling it closer to the table next to her. You tart tapping your palms of the synthetic wood, waiting for her to do anything.
You uncrosses her arms, walking towards the panel that handled the heating. She turned off the aircon.
She then returned, sitting on top of the table, scuttling over so that you had a nice view of her stomach between your arms. You just stare up at her, her lapis lazuli eyes just staring in disapporval. Her stern face morphs into pouting annoyance.
"Anon...can't you see I'm heating up? Her face was getting flushed, without the aircon the temperature was heating up.
You got her meaning.
You push her hands against the armrests, standing up.
You fingers move towards her collar, you slowly and methodically unclasp the buttons slowly. When you undo the fourth row her bound breasts spill out, covered by a lacy black bra. You can see the droplets of sweat on the top of her mounds of bountiful flesh.
She bites her lower lip, blushing intensely. She hated doing this kind of stuff in the workplace in fear of getting caught, but seeing as how you were the only ones here she seemed to have found some courage.
You lovingly caress her breasts, cupping them in your hand as if you were measuring their heft.
Your wet and cold lips start kissing them, your fingers squeezing.
Kronii's hands are ruffling your hair, you can hear her whispered groans of pleasure as you tenderly smooch on her udders.
You can feel her pantyhouse covered thighs wrapping around your hips, your covered crotches touching one another.
You need to fight against your own libido, you weren't gonna let yourself get a boner.
This was the extent of what you'd do her in the workplace, just playful touching and raunchy kissing. Kronii would never allow outright penetration of any kind here. She was just too much of a professional.
You didn't mind, you loved showering her with any kind of affection and she appreciated you for it.
Besides, you were going to fuck her brains out when you went to her apartment in the evening anyway.