Skipping the Meeting to Fuck

Luke found himself outside her office, again. This time he didn't even have a good reason. He knew that Jenn was working, and he was supposed to be working, too, but something had led him here. Something that he wasn't sure he understood. He quickly opened the door before he could overthink it any further.

"Hey there," he said, not entirely sure what to follow it up with.

"What's up?" Jenn responded. She was smiling.

"Just passed by your office and thought I'd check in on you. I haven't seen you since yesterday."

Her big, blue eyes widened a little, and her pretty, pink lips turned into a cocky smile. Her dark hair was braided into one large braid that let the perfect angles of her face be on full display. It was like a beautifully carved statue, and he couldn't stop admiring the art.

"So, you missed me?" she said in her most playful tone. Luke wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"Of course I did. When you're here, the rest of us seem competent," he said, tapping the side of his head.

"Har har. Come over here and take a look at this. You could be useful, for once."

She rolled her chair back a little to let him see her computer screen, and her body, which had been hidden behind the desk, came into view. Luke had a good look as he came over.

Below the braid was a blue tank top, no bra, with hard nipples visible in the chilly office air. Her breasts were perky and just above average size, practically made to fit one's hand perfectly. She was wearing a black skirt that tightly hugged her thick thighs and covered only little more than half of their length. She had black sneakers, long, white socks and a heart-shaped bracelet on her left wrist. She was stunning.

When Luke got to the desk he stood above her and could see right down her tank top. He only got a slight glance of her cleavage before he had to look away. She might have caught him looking. On the computer screen was a message: We'll have a meeting about tomorrow's assignments at about 2 PM today. Send me a message if you can't make it!

"Is this what you wanted help with?" Luke asked, seeming genuinely confused. He had seen the message a few minutes before going to Jenn's office.

"Make up an excuse for me so that I don't have to go," she said with puppy dog eyes that she knew melted Luke's heart. He paused for a moment before he started pitching.

"You're sick?"

"Nah."

"Family emergency?"

"That's better!"

"Come on, Jenn, we'll both be there. We'll sit next to each other. We can pass notes."

Passing notes to each other like they were in school was something they started doing to relieve boredom during meetings. It helped. They were usually quick doodles of other colleagues or some sophisticated comment like "This stinks!" The challenge was to not start laughing at the juvenile scribbles in front of everyone. It added some spice to an otherwise terribly dull event.

"I guess that would make it more bearable," she sighed with a genuine, warm look in her eye. It was a look that Luke never tired of seeing, and had only recently gotten used to recieving.

"But, hey, I actually have to do work now. I've noticed that you don't really get that concept," Jenn taunted.

Luke bid farewell and started walking back to his office, feeling a little better. Then he saw the message on his phone.

"When are you getting home?"

His wife, Delilah, was undoubtedly sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come home so that she could berate him for forgetting to turn off the lights in the bathroom. Again. Then she would most likely wait for him to start cooking them both dinner. Again. And then she would complain about the taste.

Luke didn't respond.

As soon as Luke put his phone down, the door to his office swung open. It was David, his manager. Somehow, David thought that they were friends, despite Luke feverishly trying to convince him otherwise.

"I saw you go into Jenn's office, again," he stated with wide open eyes and an off-putting smile. He always seemed like he had just been running and was out of breath.

"Yeah, she needed some help."

"Oh yeah? Did you see what she was wearing today?"

"I did."

"I can't believe it. Why doesn't she ever ask me for help instead of you?"

"God, I just can't imagine why, Dave. Your charms are irresistable." The amount of venom in Luke's voice was enough to fill a bucket.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"The girls, man, how do you do it?"

"I just imagine what you would do, then I do the opposite. You should try it."

David kept his smile up, trying not to look demoralized. Luke kept staring through him.

"I have work, Dave."

David left and closed the door behind him. Luke did actually have work that needed to be done, but no willingness to do it. His mind wasn't letting him think about anything other than her. Her smile, her laugh, the way he'd catch her looking at him from across the room. Those eyes.

Before he knew it, it was 2 PM. He was already late. He nearly sprinted to the conference room and apologized before trying to find where Jenn was sitting. She was at the far end of the room, and the spot next to her was empty. On the other side was of the seat was someone else, unfortunately: David. Luke was simply going to have to sit next to both of them.

"You're lucky I saved you a spot," Jenn started, "David almost got it."

"Dave was never going to get it," Luke said, surprising himself with the sudden surge of confidence.

"Okay, you're right," she whispered into his ear, close enough for her lips to nearly touch him.

During the meeting a number of notes were passed between the two of them, seemingly without anyone noticing. They were all too busy being grown adults, actually listening to what was being said.

The first note was a quick drawing of David, in all his grotesque glory. Jenn made it. The second note was Luke's, and it consisted of the words "Should we actually be listening to this guy?"

"I mean, who says we have to?" her note responded.

"The boss, I guess? The paycheck?"

"Hey, I do my job just fine without listening to this guy's blabbering."

"But maybe you'd do an even better job?"

"I'm pretty sure this guy doesn't even know what our names are."

Luke responded with a crude picture of the poor man holding the meeting. Jenn almost cracked. The bad thing about this was that it caught David's attention.

"What's funny?" David whispered loudly and looked down at what Jenn was holding. "Are you guys passing notes?"

The fun was over.

Before David could ruin it any further, Jenn passed a final note to Luke.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Jenn got up and started walking away, pretending to take an urgent phone call. After a few minutes, and a long stare from David, Luke excused himself and went to search for Jenn. He found her in her office.

"Jesus, he's annoying," Jenn said as if she was catching her breath.

"I don't want to talk about him," Luke responded sharply.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?"

Luke took a step closer to Jenn, who was leaning back against her desk. She gazed at him with a look he hadn't seen before, there was a new fire in her eyes. It excited him. He took another step closer.

"Everyone's at the meeting," Luke said.

"And what does that mean?" she asked with that same look.

Luke put his hand on her waist.

"It means we have 45 minutes."

He kept looking into her eyes as their faces got closer. She angled her head slightly to the side, and he put his hand on the back of her neck, leading her lips to his. They closed their eyes and paused for a second.

Then a second more.

And then they did what they had both been longing for. The kiss was long, passionate, and it only got more intense with every passing second, as their lips parted and they started exploring each other's tongues. Jenn tasted slightly of chocolate and mint, most likely what she had been snacking on before the meeting. Luke couldn't fathom why he hadn't done this sooner.

Luke's hand made its way up Jenn's black skirt, along the insides of her powerful thighs. When his hand reached its goal, he could feel the wetness through her panties. He slowly let his hand move inside them, and then pulled down until they fell down around her ankles.

"I want you," Jenn whimpered, the longing clear in her voice. "I've wanted you for so long."

Luke started gently massaging her pussy, then her clit, fingers lubricated by Jenn's moisture. She was dripping, and it was starting to run down her thigh. The soft moans in Luke's ear made him more and more excited, and it was hard to keep a steady pace. They both opened their eyes and gazed at each other. They had no words to explain how much they had been wanting this.

Jenn let out a little yelp as Luke slipped his middle finger inside of her. He went back to kissing her as he kept exploring the inside of her pussy. The kiss stifled her moaning, and when Luke suddenly started using two fingers she pulled away to gasp for air. He could feel her pussy tighten around his fingers as he kept the rythmic motion going.

"That's so good, please, please don't stop," she begged him desperately, clawing his back with her nails.

Luke kept going, kept staring at her blissfull, beautiful expression, and didn't stop until her legs started shaking. Somehow, her pussy only got more and more wet, and the loud, moist slapping could be heard throughout the room. Luke started feeling her contracting, and her legs were shaking even more.

"Oh, god, oh god," she moaned, nearly dropping to the floor as she reached her climax.

Luke had to hold her to keep her on her feet, while still continuing his rythmic motion until Jenn rode out her orgasm. After a while she slowed down, still shaking between breaths, and looked up at him with awe.

She didn't get to see him very long before he turned her around.

Luke lifted up her skirt, revealing her round, juicy ass and pink pussy, then unbuckled his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. He spit into his hand and gave it a few strokes before guiding his hips to hers, letting his cock slide into her warm, tight opening. She nearly screamed when she felt how deep he could go. She held the desk with a fierce grip and looked straight forward with wild, raw devotion as he pounded into her from behind. She was wet enough for his cock to slide in and out faster and faster without issue, and she was tight enough to make Luke feel her pussy gripping every inch of his cock.

Her breathing was fast, a mix between gasping for air and screaming for more. She started moving back and forth, hammering her ass into him, feeling how his cock seemed to go deeper and deeper with no end in sight. Her braid was loose now, and her clothes were disheveled. She realized that she was drooling.

Then her legs started to shake again, harder this time. It seemed like her entire body was convulsing, and Luke had to grab ahold of her waist extra hard to keep his cock moving in and out with the same brutal pace. He felt her start to orgasm again, harder, squeezing his dick with her pussy, almost cutting off its blood flow. He felt how he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Jesus, I'm going to cum," he gasped.

Before he could even register what was happening, Jenn turned around and dropped to her knees, wrapping her mouth around his cock. She pushed it deeper until he could feel it hit a wall, and then his load went right down her throat. She gagged, tears running down her face, but resolved to not give up before she had swallowed it all. When Luke finally pulled it out, she looked like she had been fighting for her life. Her makeup was completely ruined and her teary eyes were filled with pride.

"D-did you like that?" she asked with a giggle.

"Jesus, Jenn." He tried to find the words, but couldn't. She meant everything to him. The message on his phone was no longer anywhere near his mind.

They kept looking at each other, not sure what to say.

"How about we clock out for the day?" Jenn asked, that sly smile creeping back to her swollen lips.

"Yeah, let's do that. Let's do that right now," Luke responded, wiping himself off with a nearby napkin.

Then, the door opened, and a wide-eyed David, who was about to ask them where they ran off to, looked at them with complete and utter despair.