Down to Fuck

"Thanks," Arlo said and reached out to take the overly large cup of soda.

His fingers touched the young woman's hand when she handed the cup out the drive through window, the instant lingering for much longer than just the second or two of actual contact before he glanced up to catch her eye. She smiled perfunctorily and turned away without a word, seemingly without even noticing that fleeting moment of skin to skin contact, Arlo taking his foot off the brake to ease forward.

He took a sip of diet coke and swallowed past the lump in his throat. He coasted through the parking lot, one hand reaching into the brown paper bag to retrieve his breakfast, his mind replaying that momentary touch, soft cool skin pressed against his fingertips.

The ache to touch another human being assuaged and redoubled.

Arlo followed the flow of traffic through the stoplight onto the highway and accelerated, juggling his sausage and cheese biscuit with one hand while he drove to work, the momentary touch quickly forgotten along with the ache.

Daphne was swept onto the elevator in the press of people, barely able to glance at the floor indicators to make sure that the seventh floor had already been selected. She wasn't even able to squeeze into a corner or against the wall as she always did, the jostle of the crowd keeping her towards the center of the claustrophobic car, a hip bumping against her side and staggering her forward into a man's butt.

Daphne held her breath and stared purposefully at the square patterns of the pile carpet, her body pushed and pummeled by the crowd. She had the mental image of a piece of flotsam, no more than a piece of Styrofoam tossed by wind and tide and closed her eyes against the ache. On the fourth and fifth floor Daphne was again swept around the small car, people jostling her to get off the elevator, the man's ass directly in front of her again pressing against her stomach for a moment.

Dark black slacks, shiny black leather belt, and an off white button down office shirt, the material of the man's slacks molding to his body so that Daphne could see the outline of his ass through the material.

She could feel her face heating, knew that she was a bright red, the memory of the man pressing back against her made the temperature in the tiny car seem to soar. The moment there was room after the doors closed on the fifth floor Daphne quickly slipped to the side to press herself against the wall, eyes staring at the stained carpet. When the elevator reached the sixth Daphne glanced furtively up to watch the unknown man's ass slip out of the elevator before the doors closed again, only moments later arriving at the seventh.

Daphne tried to recall the last time she had felt a man's ass, her hands squeezing someone's twin cheeks. Two years... or was it three.

The last few people in the elevator shuffled out with Daphne being carried along with the flow, the crowd dispersing into Dilbert Land, Daphne just one more faceless person until she found her assigned cubicle to take a seat. She felt her face heat again as she logged onto her computer, the memory of a man's ass pressing against her stomach, even if only for a moment making her heart race.

Arlo walked through the aisles of Dilbert Land with his coffee in hand. It was always a hassle to stop by the café and get a cup of coffee in the mornings, the layout of the cups, coffee urns, cup sleeves and lids seemingly arranged to cause congestion, to force the people to jostle together. But the coffee was free and not to god awful, so he dared the crowd before making his way up to the seventh floor.

He arrived at his cubicle and stepped inside with barely a glance across the aisle at the short, plump woman with mousy brown hair tied back in a ponytail wearing tortoiseshell glasses who had already arrived. He knew her name, but they rarely spoke, the woman glancing over at him furtively. He nodded politely, the woman's lips thinning in what he took to be a smile before she returned her attention to her computer.

Arlo sat down and began to log in, his glances straying across the aisle to the cubicle Daphne occupied. She appeared to be in her mid thirties and dressed in the obligatory tan slacks and button up blouse. He took a surreptitious glance down at her feet that he could just catch a glimpse of behind the wall of her cubicle since she had them tucked up beneath her chair with her ankles crossed, a small smile playing over his face at the view of the sandal flats she was wearing, the tan straps crossing over her forefoot just behind her toes and then wrapping around her ankle. The sandals gave him a glimpse of her French style toenails, the white edging standing out and drawing the eye. He caught himself staring and had to pull his attention back to his computer.

Shoes that really weren't appropriate for work, but he had never complained when he had noticed her wearing them in the past and wasn't about to now, either.

Arlo finished logging in and concentrated on the list of emails that he had to slog through before getting to work, still baffled at how forty plus emails could be generated overnight when everyone was supposed to be off work.

Daphne finished sorting through the list of emails that had filled her Outlook overnight. Most were autogenerated corporate fluff, self congratulatory back slapping, or the latest nannying over ergonomics and the proper way to position your head to view one's computer monitors.

She deleted the last email and then opened her Excel. She had a meeting at nine so had close to an hour to enter in yesterday's test results and review the data.

Daphne glanced at the man sitting in the cube across from hers. She knew his name, but not anything more beyond that. He was quiet and rarely even said hi, just a cursory nod or smile when they happened to make eye contact coming and going. She liked how tall he was and guessed he was over six feet, enjoyed the athletic shirts he normally wore that hugged his torso. He tended to be more casual than many of the men at the office, preferring jeans over slacks, UnderArmor shirts over button up office shirts. He already had gray shot through his black hair and looked to be in his forties so that Daphne assumed he wasn't as diligent at chasing the corporate ladder as some of the younger men who were always dressed to impress.

Even his shoes were more casual, leather Keens without even any socks instead of the shiny black Oxford's that was the norm around the office.

Daphne glanced over at Arlo out of the corner of her eye and then got to work.

Arlo was a bit annoyed at finding three separate emails that actually required a response instead of being instantly shit canned. He hit send on the third and final one, his boss asking for an update on two of Arlo's less pressing projects that had been on the back burner and leaned back to stretch. He glanced over at Daphne, but with her chair scooted forward while she worked he could only catch a glimpse of her back, the fine hairs along her neck catching the light beneath her ponytail. He could hear her typing diligently with an occasional pause and he turned to his own work.

For the most part Dilbert Land was quiet with only the susurration of the air handlers and an occasional muted conversation to fill the void. Quiet enough for Arlo's mind to wander while he worked, to recall the fleeting feel of skin against skin when his fingertips had brushed the hand of some random stranger.

Daphne paused and stretched, the ErgoBreak computer program locking her keyboard for a minute or two. She hated the ErgoBreak system, hated the inane videos of some sixty year old serial killer librarian following a bouncing blue ball with her eyes around the screen. But the ErgoBreaks were also tracked, a ready made micromanagers wet dream come true, so Daphne was very diligent to observe the lock outs if not the 'recommended stretches' that went along with them.

She arched her back with a series of pops and quickly glanced over in embarrassment to see if Arlo had noticed. He was busy with his own work, her eyes lingering on his tight shirt that outlined his shoulders nicely. She glanced at the computer screen, an Asian woman sitting in a swivel chair and twisting left to right while a timer counted down, and then back to Arlo, her eyes lingering for a moment on his jeans.

She recalled the man in the elevator who had been wearing black slacks, his ass pressing back against her stomach. She felt her face flush at the memory and glanced at the ErgoBreak which still had her locked out for another minute.

Daphne used her hands to lift herself up to peer over the waist high cubicle walls, the aisle empty. With a final quick, guilty look she lowered herself down and pulled out her phone. With a quick glance across the aisle at Arlo she unlocked her phone and opened the app that she had downloaded a week ago.

DTF

She glanced again towards Arlo and then with trembling hands opened the app. A simple black screen with red lettering appeared, a section for her profile at the top followed by a section for 'Settings' and then at the bottom a slider button for 'Available' currently set to red. Daphne opened the 'Settings' section, a long list of characteristics from height and age to weight and body type. There was even a section where other users could 'score' your pictures from one to ten, Daphne rather happy with her 5.6.

And there was an entire section on sexual activities and positions. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, positions she had to look up online to figure out what they were, oral both giving and receiving, 69, the list was over a hundred different items long, each with a simple yes/no slider selection beside it.

The app was fairly simple in its concept, you set up your profile and then selected any of the sexual activities you'd be willing to do.

With someone you had never met before.

You could filter for people you wouldn't be interested in, be it body type, height, weight, and a dozen other criteria, but once you turned the app on, once you made yourself 'available' you were expected to follow through on what you said you'd be willing to do. If you didn't, if you said no, you would be banned from the app for thirty days the first time you refused, sixty on the second, and kicked off the app entirely the third time you refused.

Daphne remembered the feel of the man's ass pressing into her stomach and bit her inner lip, the ErgoBreak releasing the lock on her computer without her even noticing.

She scrolled through the selections she had made, or more precisely all the ones she had excluded. All of them but three, oral giving, oral receiving, and sixty nine. She toyed with the slider for missionary, toggling it from yes and then back to no several times while thinking about the man's ass in the elevator pressing into her stomach, her cotton panties becoming moist while her hips rocked almost imperceptibly.

Daphne finally returned the setting to the original position of 'No' and backed out to the home screen, her eyes drawn to the simple Yes/No slider selection for 'Available'.

She had toggled the selection to Yes a grand total of two times since she had downloaded the app and knew what to expect. A map would appear with a blue highlighted circle, the circle growing smaller and smaller until it was pinpointed on her exact location. If there was another DTF user within the specified range that she had set then they would both get pinged.

They would both get notified that someone within the range that they had both specified was Down To Fuck.

Her fingers hovering over the 'Available' selection were visibly trembling, the memory of some random person's ass pressing against her stomach filling her mind. She had made herself 'Available' twice, but both times there had been no one within her specified range with even the nearest over ten miles away, a vague compass heading and distance to give a clue to where they were even at if she had wanted to go in search of them.

She may not have found someone on the app because she had set her specified range to one hundred feet or less and lived in a rural area well outside of town, but she had still made herself 'Available'.

Daphne glanced at her computer, the clock in the lower right hand corner showing that she still had half an hour before her meeting. She reached down with a trembling finger and touched the 'Yes/No' toggle beneath the 'Available' icon, a memory of a stranger's ass pressing against her stomach filling her mind.

The app instantly switched to a map of the Beaverton area, the blue highlighted circle taking in most of the town before rapidly beginning to shrink. The map obediently zoomed in as the circle grew smaller and smaller until it was centered on the office complex she worked in. Daphne watched, her heart hammering in her chest while the blue circle shrank and took a deep breath without even knowing if it was in disappointment or relief.

The blue highlighted area suddenly flashed green and her phone gave a bright and cheerful 'ding'.

Daphne felt as if she had just been punched in the stomach at the same time as the temperature in the room suddenly soared upward by twenty degrees, her head spinning while her heart slammed within her chest at the message that had popped up on her phone.

'Someone is Down To Fuck'

Arlo felt his phone vibrate in his pocket but hesitated a moment to pull it out, the company frowning upon personal electronic devices while working. He glanced automatically across the aisle before even reaching for his phone but was rather surprised to see Daphne staring down at her own phone with what appeared to be a look of absolute terror on her face. He watched for only a moment before surreptitiously pulling out his phone to glance down at the lock screen, his own face suddenly draining of color.

'Someone is Down To Fuck'

Arlo stared at the DTF icon and the message and then jerked his head up to glance across the aisle at Daphne.

Daphne's fingers stabbed down at the selection for 'Available', but every time her finger pressed it the screen would flash red and the message 'Someone is Down to Fuck' would flash across the screen. She barely registered Arlo reaching into his pocket, her entire focus on the silly app and the 'Available' selection that would not turn off as she repeatedly stabbed at it.

Daphne saw Arlo jerk up and then turn towards her, a sudden thought causing her finger to freeze in midair. She stared at her phone while from the corner of her eye she watched Arlo stare at her and then slowly turned to face him.

Arlo watched Daphne's finger stabbing down at her phone for a moment before she suddenly froze. After another moment she slowly turned to face him, her eyes huge in her terrified shock.

If Arlo hadn't been so shocked himself he would have found her expression hilarious but could absolutely understand. He had joined DTF over two months ago without ever having a single match possibly because he had set the options for what he was willing to do to only oral, both giving and receiving. His age, the fact that he was a male, and the abysmal 4.5 rating his picture had garnered on the site didn't give him much hope. There had been a few hits within five or ten miles, the DTF app giving a vague direction and distance if he cared to chase after a ghost, but never once had he had a hit.

Until this very moment.

He glanced down at his phone, the message 'Someone is Down To Fuck' still displayed on his lock screen and slowly turned it to face Daphne who glanced down at the screen and then up to meet his eyes.

"I... I have a meeting at nine..." Daphne said breathlessly, her face a bright red.

"Yea..." Arlo replied noncommittally, still not quite sure if Daphne was his 'match' or not while his heart hammered in his temples.

Daphne glanced down at her phone which was visibly shaking in her hands and then back up at Arlo.

"Do you... do you want to..." Daphne said breathlessly, the cotton panties she had put on this morning wet and tacky.

"DTF?..." Arlo replied and then reached down to swipe at his lock screen, "I'm... I'm not even sure what you're Ok with..."

Daphne swallowed and looked down at the app still flashing green with the 'Someone is Down To Fuck' message.

"I had... set up... just..." Daphne stammered while staring at the app.

"Oral," Arlo replied quietly after viewing the details of their match and then pushed the accept on his app.

Daphne jerked in her seat while staring down at her phone and then slowly reached down to hit the accept icon and then hesitated.

"Where...." she whispered.

"Do you live close by?" Arlo asked.

"No," Daphne replied, her fingertip moving closer to the accept icon.

"I don't either," Arlo replied and then leaned out to glance up and down the aisle past all the other cubicles, "There's the Radis..."

Daphne's finger stabbed down onto the accept icon, Arlo's phone buzzing instantly with the notification.

"No..." Daphne stammered while looking anywhere but at Arlo's eyes, "Do... do you know where the AV storage room is on the fourth floor? All the way at the south end on the building?"

"No..." Arlo replied and shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his cock began to swell.

"The door is by pole D3, take the stairs and I'll meet you there," Daphne said breathlessly.

She turned back to her computer and after bringing up a Teams chat began to type hastily. She glanced over at Arlo, her eyes flickering down towards his crotch while she bit her lower lip and paused in the message she had been writing.

"Only... only oral," Daphne said breathlessly.

"Only oral," Arlo agreed after a hasty glance up and down the aisle.

He smiled at Daphne, her entire face a beet red who then after a moment gave him a shy, hesitant smile in return.

"Go on, I'll take the elevator and meet you there," Daphne repeated, Arlo quickly logging off his computer before standing up and walking away.

Arlo glanced down at Daphne's sandals, the bright white edging of her toenails seeming to be almost florescent in the office lighting. He licked his lips and turned to begin walking down the cubicle aisle, each step a struggle to keep from breaking into a fast walk or even a run. He glanced around to see if anyone was visible before quickly reaching down the front of his jeans to readjust himself to be less noticeable.

He reached the end of his aisle and turned left towards the elevators and then hesitated, unsure of where the stairwells were. He spotted a green Exit sign and made his way over to a fire door to push through into an open, airy window lined stairway he had never been in.

Arlo shook his head, still unable to grasp that the quiet, mousy woman he had sat across from for over a year, the same woman he had barely said hello to in all that time was also on DTF. He wondered what she would taste, imagined what she would smell like while he continued to swell in his pants. Arlo shook his head in amazement and pulled out his phone to open the lock screen. DTF listed Daphne as looking for oral, giving and receiving as their match. He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation.

After a quick glance around he put his phone away and began to make his way down, again having to struggle to maintain a normal pace and not break into a run.

Daphne watched Arlo hurry off and then returned to typing, her hands shaking so bad that she had to backspace several times before finally hitting send. She couldn't believe what she was thinking about... no, what she was on the verge of actually doing. Her face felt hot and flushed, her skin warm when she reached up to place a palm on her cheek.

She had a moment of doubt, a surge of anxiety that had her rooted to her chair, and then the memory of a random man pushing his ass back against her stomach intruded. She bit her lip and after a deep breath stood up, her teeth biting and worrying her lower lip.

She walked away, even forgetting to log off and made her way to the restrooms. Daphne quickly glanced around to ensure she was alone before taking several lengths of paper towels from the automatic dispenser. She wetted them beneath the sinks while casting furtive, fearful glances at the door before stepping into an empty stall. Long, clear strands of thick liquid clung to her underwear when she pulled them down, the crotch of her white cotton panties stained a sodden gray. She wiped at herself, tried to clean as much of her juice from her pubic hair as she could while knowing that she'd be a mess by the time she reached the AV room anyway.

Daphne's face flushed yet again when she wondered if Arlo would dislike that she was unshaven, so many of the women she saw in what little porn she watched completely smooth.

After another swipe at the fluid weeping from her cleft Daphne pulled up her pants and walked out facing straight ahead to keep from making any eye contact with anyone on the way to the elevator. She punched at the call button, hands trembling even more than before.

"Daphne, are you ok?" the familiar voice of Amanda, Daphne's boss asked, "I saw that you cancelled our nine am, but you really don't look well at all.

"Do you want to take a personal day?"

"I..." Daphne began, her face a bright red as she stumbled to a stop.

"Maybe you should take a personal day, Daphne," Amanda said in concern, "At least go down to see the nurse!"

"I... I'm sure I'll be fine," Daphne stammered, "I'm going on break now, if I'm not feeling better in an hour, I'll take the rest of the day off."

"You sure?" Amanda asked in concern.

Daphne nodded, her skin feeling like it was glowing while she thought about how she would feel in an hour after...

The elevator dinged and Daphne gave a hesitant nod and a caricature of a smile before stepping inside to punch at the fourth floor button.

"Just... take care of yourself!" Amanda said sincerely before the door could close.

Daphne let out a gasp of air without even realizing she had been holding her breath the moment the doors closed and then gave a girlish giggle at the thought that today she wouldn't have to take care of herself. The elevator slowed and came to a stop on six, Daphne biting back a moan while she tried to stand up straight just before two men came on. The elevator began to move and again Daphne had to bite back a curse when it came to a stop of the fifth floor. Two men and a woman got on, the woman giving her a curious glance when she saw Daphne's bright red, blotchy face before it finally reached the fourth floor.

"Excuse me," Daphne said softly and squeezed her way out before glancing around.

She didn't see anyone she knew and after a quick, deep breath began to walk towards the AV room.

Arlo exited the stairwell on the fourth floor and then had to glance around to figure out where he was. The floor was basically a twin of the seventh with only slight differences in the cubicles of Dilbert Land such as a plant that grew above the waist high walls or a different motivational poster plastered to the off white walls. A building support column a few cubicles away had H12 printed on it, Arlo turning towards the opposite end of the building and making his way down the aisle.

Each floor had sections dedicated to different areas of the business, the fourth reserved for IT, component sourcing, and purchasing as well as having a central atrium for a lunch break area as well. Arlo had to struggle to keep his pace even and not rush, his eyes noting each column he passed as he drew ever closer to his goal.

Arlo hadn't even been aware that there was an AV room, every conference room he had ever been in already configured with wireless connections and flat screen monitors. He reached H5 and found an aisle that would cross over to the opposite side of the building, his heart beating faster in his chest. Arlo's eyes were drawn to the every column he passed, G5, F5, a cross aisle taking him to F3, until he found himself standing by D3.

Arlo glanced around in confusion, D3 being in the middle of Dilbert Land surrounded by cubicles. He could hear the occasional conversation, but dared not find someone to ask where the AV room was. He walked over to the nearest wall which had several unmarked doors each with a small placard and badge reader. Arlo glanced around while trying to be inconspicuous, before reading the first placard, the room's contact information reading Custodial with a number and an in company email. He walked to the second door and froze, the contact information reading AV, one of the three in house email contacts listed as Daphne Drake.

Arlo stared at the placard for a moment and then turned slowly to survey Dilbert Land, only two people even visible as they went about their business. Arlo made one more quick glance around and then reached down the front of his pants to pull his erect dick up so that it was pressed against his stomach before giving his shirt a quick tug. He still found it hard to picture his quiet, shy, almost invisible cubicle neighbor with someone who would join DTF.

Someone who would agree to just meet and be... well, down to fuck. Even if it was only just oral.

He again wondered what Daphne would taste and smell like. He wondered what her labia and clit would look like and how she groomed herself. Arlo was on the verge of reaching down his pants to readjust his cock again when he caught a glimpse of Daphne hurrying down the central aisle.

She walked with her head tilted down while she staring resolutely at the floor, only noticing him when she came around the last turn and started down the aisle towards him. The moment she did see him she froze in place, eyes wide behind her tortoiseshell glasses and then glanced around the office area with a panicked expression. After not finding anyone watching her she hurried over and swipped her badge over the card reader without a word, the door giving what seemed to be a very loud click.

"Come on," Daphne said softly and led the way inside, the lights flickering to life the moment she stepped inside.

Arlo followed, Daphne glancing outside for a moment and then hastily closing the door. The room was filled with old, out of date equipment from overhead projectors to even a 35mm film projector. There were several tables along the walls stacked with manuals, training material, and filing cabinets, Arlo staring at a ping pong table that was folded up and shoved against one wall.

"I never even knew this place was here," Arlo said as he glanced around the room.

He turned to look at Daphne when she didn't reply and found her staring at the floor, her face a blotchy bright red.

"You... don't have too if..." Daphne said softly without ever making eye contact, "We can just say that we did on the app and pretend... pretend we never matched."

Arlo swallowed while staring at Daphne.

"But that would be cheating," Arlo said just as softly as Daphne, "And... maybe I want to."

Daphne glanced up at him, her teeth working at her lower lip.

"You really..." Daphne said breathlessly while staring at him.

"What did we say in the app? Oral, giving and receiving?" Arlo said with a grin, his head tilted to the side, "And yes, I really would like to."

Daphne gave a jerky nod while staring at Arlo and then glanced around the room.

"I'm... how..." Daphne said softly.

Arlo glanced around, his eyes falling on one of the heavy tables that lined the room. The wood was at least a few inches thick with the legs bolted to the floor, a few of the tables left bare and uncluttered.

"I'll go first," Arlo said with a grin and walked over to hold out his hand.

Daphne's eyes were huge and only made larger by the magnification of her glasses, her hand trembling as she reached out to take Arlo's.

"You mean..." Daphne gasped between biting at her lower lip.

Arlo smiled and guided Daphne forward towards the nearest of the uncluttered wooden tables before slowly turning around and backing her up until her butt hit the edge.

"Hop up for me?" Arlo said.

Daphne was panting and when she reached behind the first time her sweaty hands slipped of the lip of the table and she staggered forward. Arlo easily caught her and supported her weight, her body pressing into him for a moment before she stood up.

"I'm sorry!" Daphne exclaimed, her face just as scarlet as before, "I'm just clumsy!"

"It's all right," Arlo said, his voice still low and reassuring, "We're both nervous.

"Are you sure no one can come in while we're..."

"Ally doesn't work here anymore and Rachel is on vacation," Daphne said with a little more confidence, "I'm the only one that has access besides security, and they never bother to come in."

Daphne reached around while she was talking and took a better hold of the edge of the table and then hopped up so that she was sitting on the edge, her legs held tight together with her ankles crossed. Arlo watched how she was sitting for a moment and then stepped closer, his fingers trailing over the top of her thigh on top of the fabric of her slacks.

"No kissing," Arlo said and began to use his other hand to stroke the top of both of Daphne's upper thighs.

"It... it seemed weird to kiss a stranger," Daphne whispered and unlaced her ankles, Arlo's hand slowly moving to the inside of her thighs while he lightly stroked her, "Like... this isn't weird."

"Nope, no judgements," Arlo said with a smile, his fingers running up and down Daphne's inner thighs while she spread her legs apart.

"No... no judgements," Daphne replied, Arlo stepping closer, her legs spreading wider and his fingertips gently stroking higher between.

Arlo was staring down between Daphne's legs with a smile while biting his lower lip, his hands moving slowly and gently without any rush.

"Oh," Daphne exclaimed when his fingertips reached her crotch and began to lightly trace over the swell of her mound.

"Do you want to take your pants off?" Arlo asked after a few more minutes, Daphne's hips thrusting against his fingertips each time he caressed her.

Daphne realized that she was panting and after a moment gave a jerky nod.

"Lean back for me," Arlo instructed.

Daphne was finding it hard to breath as she leaned back onto her elbows, Arlo smiling at her and then reaching down to unbutton her slacks. His fingers slowly unzipped her slacks before he reached up to take the edge of her pants on both sides.

"Lift up?" Arlo said quietly.

Daphne was still panting while she bit her lower lip, her heart thudding as she lifted her hips. Arlo nodded and then eased her slacks slowly down, Daphne realizing suddenly that he was pulling her cotton panties down at the same time. She watched his reaction closely while he stared between her legs, her sex slowly revealed.

She hadn't expected to be with anyone, hadn't had even a date in a year and was very self conscious of the fact that she hadn't shaved in all that time. Her pubic hair covered her inner thighs and mound, the dense, curly hair a light brown that matched her mousy brown hair.

"You are soooo wet!" Arlo whispered while he stared between her legs.

Daphne began to close her legs, but Arlo stepped forward to keep them spread while he looked up at her.

"You're beautiful," Arlo said sincerely, "I meant that as a good thing! I love how wet you are!"

"You don't mind...?" Daphne said and then reached down to pull at a curl of her pubic hair at the top of her mound.

"I don't mind at all," Arlo grinned and then squatted down between Daphne's legs.

She gasped in anticipation, but suddenly felt him playing with her sandals, his fingers unstrapping them before slipping them off, his fingertips running over the bottom of her bare feet which made her flinch and giggle.

"Don't!" Daphne gasped and laughed, "I'm really ticklish!"

"Yea," Alro replied from below Daphne's line of sight, "And you didn't list having your toes sucked on in the app either. Too bad."

Daphne felt her eyes widen at the suggestion and then felt Arlo tugging at her pants until he slipped them off her legs. When he stood he used the fingers of both hands to trace over her inner legs and up until he reached her pubic matted, wet pubic hair.

"Lay back," Arlo instructed.

Daphne couldn't believe what she was doing. If someone, anyone happened to walk in on them, then she was absolutely sure they would both have their employment terminated... and she didn't care. She scooted back on the table a little and then eased backward, her head thumping against the wall making her laugh for a moment. Arlo grinned and then began to use the palms of his hands to caress her inner thighs from her knees up to the swell of her outer lips and back.

"Can I keep going?" Arlo asked glancing from between Daphne's thighs to her eyes and back.

"Yes!" Daphne gasped.

Arlo smiled and then bent over, his face inching closer to Daphne's wet, aching core. She watched him inhale deeply through his nose and hoped that she didn't smell to bad since it had only been a couple of hours since she had showered this morning.

"You smell sooo good," Arlo said

Daphne felt Arlo spread her legs apart even wider and then felt the cool air of the AV room caress the wet folds of her inner lips as her outer labia opened to expose her core. Without asking again Arlo leaned down.

"Ooohhh," Daphne moaned at the feel of Arlo's tongue running slowly first one and then the other of her inner lips.

Arlo had been sincere when he had complemented Daphne on her smell, a mixture of Dove soap and the headier, musky smell of Daphne's body. When he had removed her cotton panties he had been surprised by both how much pubic hair she had, but also at how wet and matted her hair had been with clear threads stretching between the soaked fabric and her curly hair. Her musky smell had his mouth watering before he had even managed to take her pants off, Arlo having to intentionally tell himself to keep moving slowly and deliberately, to make sure she was both consenting and found what he was doing as arousing as he could make the experience.

Arlo gently stroked up and down Daphne's inner thighs, her soft moans growing louder while she spread her legs even further apart. Even with her pubic hair he could see her cleft clearly and watched the moment her flower parted, thick strands of clear liquid clinging to her skin and inner lips. He bent down and lapped at Daphne's juices, his tongue tracing delicately over first one petal and then the other.

She had a strong, almost sweet flavor tinged with a hint of soap and shellfish, the taste of soap quickly dissipating and the hint of shellfish growing stronger as he lapped at her. Her pubic hair tickled at his cheeks and nose, Arlo using his fingers to spread Daphne open so he could peer deep into her sheath and the pillowing pink flesh inside her body, her juice flowing freely out of her until he leaned down to use the flat of his tongue to lap at her open vulva.

"Oh, god, Arlo!" Daphne cried out, Arlo hesitating at how loud she was.

"Sshhh!" Arlo said in amusement before giving Daphne's open, gaping hole several quick licks with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh... shit!" Daphne cried out even louder, Arlo glancing nervously towards the door very aware of what would happen if someone happened to hear and call security.

"Daphne," Arlo whispered, "We can't have anyone hear."

"Oh, god, keep licking me!" Daphne moaned not quite as loud as before, but still without making an attempt to be quiet, "We've watched movies in here with the volume all the way up, no one can hear anything outside!"

"Oh," Arlo said in surprise, "You're sure?"

"Keep licking me!" Daphne demanded and reached out to take the back of Arlo's head and pull him between her legs.

Arlo grinned at the sudden change, but also didn't hesitate to use his tongue to lap at Daphne's vulva. He alternated between that and running the tip of his tongue along each of her inner lips, paying close attention to how she reacted. When she thrust her hips up towards his mouth and pulled his head in every time his tongue touched her right labia, he began to focus more there, lapping at her vulva, running his tongue around her entrance, and then using the tip of his tongue to lick up and down along her right labia.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Daphne moaned in a constant litany, her hips thrusting towards Arlo's mouth.

Arlo took a moment to lick and spit on the pad of his thumb making sure that it was lubricated before reaching up between Daphne's thighs. Her entire body jerked as if he had given her an electric shot when he pulled back her hood and placed his thumb against the pink pearl of her clit.

"Ohhh!" Daphne cried out, her back arching up off the hard table and her entire body stiff.

Instead of stroking Daphne's clit or trying to flutter his thumb across her smooth, sensitive flesh Arlo just left his thumb pressed lightly against her clit while he resumed lapping at her dripping mouth. After a moment Daphne's body seemed to melt while at the same time her breathing picked up speed, Arlo's thumb never moving as he began to subtly change the pressure he was using to press against her clit. He took a moment to suck on each of her inner lips, to tug and pull on them, stretching them from her body, Daphne's back arching while she held Arlo's head in her hands.

Daphne cried out in one, long, continuous moan, Arlo's thumb still pressed firmly against her clit without him moving his hand while his tongue explored her wet folds, the movement of her hips making his thumb move ever so slightly. Arlo slipped his tongue from Daphne's vulva to delve lower, tracing over her perineum and even circling her puckered rosebud.

"Not that," Daphne exclaimed in shocked surprise, "You don't need to lick me there!"

"Does it feel good?" Arlo asked when he pulled back to look up Daphne's body to her face, mouth open and her eyes still tightly closed.

"Ma... no... it feels so much better when you're eating me," Daphne replied, her hands pulling his head back up to her pussy, "Just... just that..."

Arlo relented and left Daphne's asshole be, his tongue dipping deep inside her vulva to lick at her juice that had pooled inside of her open, gaping body. Daphne's distraction had caused her to slip from her plateau and it tool several minutes of patience for Arlo to bring her back to the point where she was moaning in pleasure, her hands pressing against the back of his head and her hips thrusting up in time with the pressure she was using with her hands. He kept the pad of his thumb in place with a gentle, steady pressure against her clit, only removing it so that he could suck and spit on it to make sure it was well lubricated before pressing down again.

Arlo saw the moment Daphne's orgasm began and realized that she was holding her breath, her body stiff while she forced his mouth down. Arlo smiled at the sight of Daphne's vulva and even her butthole squeezing rhythmically and began to lap at her vulva in time with her contractions.

"Ohhhhh!" Daphne suddenly cried out, Arlo very glad that no one outside the room could hear just how loud she was.

She began to gasp for air, her hips moving and rocking, her clear, thick lubrication flowing freely, a small gush being pushed from her sheath with every contraction for Arlo to lap up. He was in absolutely no hurry and continued to use his tongue on her swollen inner lips and vulva, his tongue still pressing gently down on her clit until she suddenly pushed his head away.

Alro looked up at Daphne, his cheeks, chin, and even his nose wet from giving her pleasure and smiled.

"Ok," Daphne gasped and reached down to pull Arlo's hand away from where he still had his thumb pressed against her clit.

Her body gave a jerk and then a shudder when the contact was removed, Daphne pushing Arlo back so that she could squeeze her legs together and then lay back on the table with her eyes closed. Arlo smiled at the blissful look on Daphne's face, her eyes closed and one hand pressed against her crotch, her legs still held tightly together. He used a hand to wipe at his wet cheeks and chin, brining up his palm to keep smelling her musky, pungent aroma. Arlo stepped up next to Daphne and leaned on the table while smiling down at her, Daphne laying back for a few minutes before she opened her eyes to look up at him.

"That was..." Daphne began.

"You tasted delicious," Arlo cut in with a grin and licked his lips.

Daphne blushed and bit her lip.

"I... wasn't to hairy, was I?" Daphne asked, "I wasn't expecting... anything, so I haven't shaved or even trimmed in... a long time."

"You were beautiful," Arlo replied with a smile.

"I'll have to trim..." Daphne said shyly while glancing away, "I've never had someone just... touch me like you did... on my clit... it was... wow!"

"To many YouTube how to videos," Arlo replied with a grin.

Daphne looked up at him and licked her lips, her eyes flickering quickly down towards his crotch.

"I guess... it's your turn?" Daphne said softly and sat up.

She moved forward to slip off the table and smiled at Arlo while she patted her hand on the surface.

"No arguments from me," Arlo said with a grin and turned around.

Before he jumped up onto the table he unbuckled his belt to pull down his jeans and boxers. His erection sprang free to slap up against his stomach before standing at an angle pointing towards the ceiling. He pursed his lips while watching Daphne, her eyes focused on his cock even before he had pulled his jeans down. He reached back to grip the edge of the table and then hopped up.

"Can I...?" Daphne asked and reached out towards Arlo's cock.

"You can do what ever you like," Arlo replied and leaned back to support his weight on his arms while he watched.

A clear drop of precum already beaded the tip of his cock, Daphne staring at Arlo for another moment and then let her eyes drop to his cock. She reached out a hand that was visibly trembling, the tip of a finger reaching out to touch and spear Arlo's precum over his pointed, conical glans.

"You look nice," Daphne whispered while still smearing Arlo's precum around his glans.

Arlo glanced down at himself. He was just a little above average in length, maybe six inches fully erect which he definitely was at the moment, the skin of his shaft covered in the prominent outline of his veins. The only issue he had with himself was that he had a very pronounced lean to the left, something that made him feel broken on occasion.

If Arlo's Leaning Tower bothered Daphne she gave no indication, her fingertip collecting more of his precum as it beaded at his tip, but now using it to circle the ridge of his glans. Arlo moaned, Daphne glancing up with a smile and then taking his shaft in her right hand.

"Does this feel good?" Daphne asked as she squeezed gently and stroked up and down Arlo's shaft.

"It feels really good," Arlo said with a smile.

Daphne kept looking at Arlo's eyes for a moment, her hand slipping up and down, the soft skin of his cock sliding over the hard core of his shaft. Daphne bit her lip and looked back at Arlo's dick, her thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock to smear his precum every time her fist rose upward. She glanced at him again and smiled before leaning down to take his glans in her mouth.

"Ahhh, damn," Arlo moaned.

With Daphne's smell still lingering on his face, with her taste still lingering in his mouth and the amount of time he had spent pleasuring her he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Do... do you want me to tell you before I cum?" Arlo gasped.

"Umm umm," Daphne mumbled without taking his glans from her mouth, her head giving a small shake.

"I'm not going to last very long," Arlo gasped in pleasure, Daphne's tongue swirling around his glans while she suckled lightly, her fist pumping up and down his shaft.

"Umm hmm," Daphne moaned around Arlo's glans, her hand picking up speed stroking him.

"Shit," Arlo gasped and watched Daphne's cheeks dimpling while she suckled him, her hand slipping up and down.

Everything but Daphne's mouth suckling him, her fist stroking him slipped from his mind and he leaned forward just enough so that he could use one hand to cup the back of her head. Daphne began to hum while she suckled, Arlo moaning again and his hips thrusting slightly towards her mouth.

True to his word, Arlo barely lasted five minutes, his body stiffening and his hips lifting as he felt the pressure suddenly building in his balls.

"I'm... I'm cumming!" Arlo declared moments before he felt his release.

Daphne suddenly began to plunge her mouth all the way down Arlo's shaft, his glans pressing against the back of her throat before slipping all the way back to her lips. She timed it so that her lips were pressed against her fingers as she continued to stroke his shaft, but now with his cock plunging in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck!" Arlo exclaimed and then felt the first spurt of his seed shoot into Daphne's mouth.

Daphne moaned and surprised him by shoving his cock all the way into her mouth. He could feel his glans pressing against her throat, could feel the muscles of her neck moving as she swallowed every spurt of his seed and had to force himself not to press down on the back of her head.

Daphne held Arlo's dick pressed down her throat until he had spent himself inside her mouth. Arlo panted for breath, his hand held against the back of Daphne's head until after another minute she slipped his length out until she had just his glans held in her mouth.

"Ahh... shit... that..." Arlo stammered at the sudden, intense pleasure he felt when she began to suckle his glans and use her tongue to circle his ridge, "Ok.... yea... that's good!"

"To much?" Daphne whispered with a smile when she let his glans slip free, her hand still gripping his quickly deflating cock.

"No! That was really, really nice," Arlo said while still catching his breath.

"Yea?" Daphne replied and licked her lips, a splash of milky cum that had been in the corner of her mouth disappearing, "I... ah, I enjoyed it too."

Arlo grinned and then was surprised when Daphne glanced fearfully at the door and then quickly pulled her pants on.

"You should probably leave now," Daphne said while butting her pants, "I'll wait fifteen minutes and then leave."

"Sure," Arlo replied and hopped off the table to pull his own pants on.

While Arlo was getting ready Daphne seemed to make a point of not making eye contact or even saying anything, Arlo eventually wiping at his face and making a point to go straight to the restroom to clean her smell from his face.

"Ok... bye," Arlo replied just before he left.

Daphne gave a quick nod without even looking at him.

The next day Daphne seemed intent on not saying a word or even making eye contact with Arlo, his one attempt to say hello only garnering a quick, nod as if nothing had happened the day before. Arlo couldn't help wondering if she regretted what they had done, and very much hoped that she didn't.

The morning came and went, the only sounds from across the aisle being Daphne typing diligently at her keyboard. When lunch arrived he saw Daphne push back from her desk and stretch for a moment and then pull out her phone. He watched intently from the corner of his eye while wondering what she was doing, or possibly if he should ask her if she'd like to go down to the café with him.

He was on the verge of asking when he saw her finger reach down to stab at the screen of her phone, his phone vibrating suddenly.

Arlo's eyes grew wide as he glanced down at his home screen that displayed a new notification.

'Someone is Down To Fuck'