Stephen came to stand behind her, his attention on her hand. It was cute the way he was so focused on work. Rising onto her tip-toes she pushed out her rear to press against the front of his pants.
At first he stepped back, thinking it an accident. Sighing a little to herself, she pulled the sampler down and played with the trigger again.
“It was doing it again.”
He came forward the step, the left half of his body suddenly touching hers as he reached over to look at the item. The breath caught in Cassie’s through to feel him so near. She edged the side of her against him as she took it back. This time before reaching up she took his hand and placed it on her hip.
“Would you mind holding me steady? It’s a bit high.”
“Yes,” he said, suddenly breathless and looked down at her body, “well.”
Cassie reached up and once more pressed the backside of her against the front of his pants. This time his hand squeezed her hip and he didn’t move. She made a show of continuing to reach while moving her hips back and forth against the front of him.
Stephen released a heavy sigh and moved himself to center behind her more, this time pressing himself back against her. Cassie lowered her hand finally and just pressed against him.
“Is the sampler still malfunctioning?” he asked, now taking hold of her hips with both hands.
She could feel him growing hard against her. The knowledge that she turned him on as much as he did her was doing wonderful things between her legs.
“Yes it is,” she said and moaned in delight at his touch, “I just don’t know what to do.” Looking back over her shoulder to him she asked, “You’re not going to fire me, are you?”
This time he dipped his hips down to press the head of himself at the crotch of her pants and slide the entire shaft of him up between her cheeks. “No, I believe the fault is not your own.”
Reaching down, she took his hand and slid it up to her breast, which he eagerly squeezed and pulled her back against him.
With his other hand he guided her head back to face him and kissed her. The passion between them was unleashed, and she suddenly couldn’t get enough. Reaching up behind his head she pressed his lips to hers even as they ground against one another.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked in that door,” he said.
“You look so damn good in that lab coat,” she moaned against his lips.
Stephen reached a hand down inside the front of her pants. The touch of his fingertips to her wet sex sent a shock of sensation through her and she gasped, quickly followed by a moan of pleasure.
“The others,” he whispered, “they could come in at any moment.”
“We could get in such trouble,” she said, her eyes closed as he began fingering her clit.
“Terrible trouble,” he whispered in her ear.
“We better stop, then.”
“Definitely.”
His fingers worked in small, perfect circles around her clit sending intense waves through her thighs and up through her stomach.
Just as she was becoming used to it, he began alternating between the circles and moving his fingers side to side against her. The sudden change renewed the sensation and she had to hold onto both him and the table to keep herself steady.
“You have to be quiet,” he said, and she heard a zipper come undone.
“Yes sir,” she said as he pushed her forward over the table.
His fingers slipped into the bind of her pants and pulled them down mid-thigh. Inching forward, she felt the tip of him against her opening, and she knew this was it. Every day she’d wanted this, and now she was actually going to have him.
With a single thrust he entered her and she had to bite down on the heel of her palm to keep from crying out in pleasure. Already she was so wet that in just a few short thrusts the entire length of him was slick and moving in and out of her with perfect motion.
He started a heavy rhythm, his hips slapping against her rear as forced himself deep inside of her. Unable to keep herself completely silent, she moaned in small, sharp sounds.
The shelves rocked slightly, the dozens of pots making small tinkling sounds as the shifted with each thrust. The threat of all of them falling at any moment somehow made it more exciting, added to the fact that neither one of them cared.
Cassie looked behind her to see him lost in the intensity of pleasure, his eyes closed, his face a gorgeous expression of ecstasy.
When her orgasm came, it forced the walls of her to squeeze against him. Suddenly his fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts increasing rapidly. Grunting she felt him climax inside of her, the warmth of it filling her.
For a time they stood motionless as they caught their breath, both enjoying the sensation of what had just happened.
The rest of the day was spent in pleasant enjoyment. Now that it was out in the open how they felt about one another, neither could stop smiling.