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“Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Mike rested his butt on the edge of Molly’s desk and draped his arm along the partition. Experience had taught him that this vantage point would give him a nice view of Molly’s spectacular cleavage. Especially when she leaned forward over her keyboard.
“What?” Molly frowned at her screen, completely lost in her work. “It is sunny out there,” Mike straightened up a little as he noticed Molly’s co — worker across the corridor frowning in his direction. “I just thought you might like to get some air.”
“Stupid, stupid program!” Molly threw herself back in her chair in disgust. As if she hadn’t noticed him, she looked at Mike in surprise. “What did you say? Oh yes, let’s get the fuck out of here before I throw my computer out the window.”
She collected her handbag from under her desk and hurried towards the stairs.
“I will be back in about 20 minutes,” she called to her supervisor as she walked past.
Out in the street, they briskly walked the block to the large park where so many inner-city workers spent their break time. As Mike had said, the weather was gorgeous. Molly inhaled the warm air, feeling the stress of her morning flowing out of her body. By some miracle, there was a vacant bench right next to the fountain.
Mike and Molly sat awkwardly on the bench, careful not to touch each other. It was always like this. In the office, the banter flowed. They lounged across each other’s desks and made suggestive comments. From time to time, they played practical jokes on each other, but very determinedly ignored the attraction between them. Here, away from the comfortable office, all the unspoken desire seemed to hang uncomfortably in the air. Mike’s fingers twitched. He was itching to run his fingers up her arm and then down around the shape of her breast. He could almost feel her nipple hardening against his palm. A mental picture of her sitting astride him with her full breasts bouncing and her wild, dark hair flying caused a twitch in his pants.
Molly sat beside him, carefully keeping her knees pressed together. Between her legs, her hands pressed against her clit, creating delicious pressure. Mike’s thighs were as close to hers as they could get without touching. Molly felt as if the warmth from his body was burning her thigh. Without thinking, she looked down and noticed the bulge in Mike’s crotch. A small trickle of wetness formed in her cunt. Realising, she pressed her thighs more tightly, driving her thumbs harder against her clit.
The silence stretched between them. Mike wished that he still smoked so that he would have something to do with his hands. Molly’s skirt had ridden up as she sat down, and he caught himself staring at the soft white skin at the top of her thighs. His fingers twitched as he thought about easing her knees apart and exploring his way upwards.
Suddenly, the sun disappeared. A dark cloud appeared in the sky. Around them, the park emptied as workers scurried back to their buildings. Without warning, the skies opened, and rain poured down. Laughing, Mike and Molly ran towards a band shelter in the corner of the park and scurried up the stairs to shelter.
“Oh, we are so wet!” Molly exclaimed, looking down in dismay at her dripping skirt.
The fabric of her blouse clung to her breasts. Mike could see her nipples clearly outlined against the clinging fabric. Along her neckline, the lace of her bra peeked out, teasing him. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants.
Heat was radiating out of Molly’s cunt as she stared at the bulge in Mike’s pants. She raised her head and her eyes locked on his. Then, before either of them had a chance to think, Molly was bent over the railing of the rotunda as Mike pressed his body against her.
Nothing mattered anymore. Mike mashed their lips together as he reached down to lift the hem of Molly’s skirt.
In response, she clawed at his zipper, releasing his throbbing cock. Her hand curled around his hot shaft, stroking the soft skin as he pressed his fingers deep into her wet cunt. She wriggled her hips and, with her free hand, slipped her panties around her ankles.
As she freed her ankles from the wet lace, Mike hefted her up onto the railing. She spread her legs, beckoning him. As he sank his shaft into her, she let out a low moan.
When the rain stopped, they made their way back to their office, dripping and laughing. In the lift, their eyes met over the heads of the other workers. Cool as cucumbers, they walked back into their office.
“Where have you been?” Molly’s manager scolded as Molly slipped back into her seat.
“We got caught in a cloudburst,” It was all Molly could do to maintain a straight face.
“You are saturated!” Her manager took in Molly’s dripping wet hair and clothing. “You can’t stay here like that. You need to go home and get dry.”
“OK.” Molly stood up and began collecting her things. “I am really sorry.”
“It can’t be helped,” her manager smiled kindly. “I will get Helen to finish off the article you have been working on.”
Across the walkway, Helen scowled at Molly. Turing her head, Molly ignored her neighbour and looked across the room in the direction of Mike’s desk. She smiled to herself as she noticed him packing his things as well.
Quickly, she made her way to the lift before her manager changed her mind. Once in the car park, she made her way towards her car. Behind her, she could hear the sound of footsteps. As she turned the key in her car door, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. Mike’s voice whispered in her ear,
“Let’s continue this at my place.”
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