Summer in the office was hell on earth. Heat poured in through the open windows, sticking to Agatha’s skin and making her increasingly antsy.
She can see Rio across the room, toying with the skirt of her sundress as she waits for her photocopies, moving it up slightly and exposing a few inches of her thigh, unknowingly driving Agatha absolutely crazy.
She collects her photocopies and turns back around and Agatha realises she’s been staring. Rio’s dark eyes graze hers for a moment before she snaps her focus back down to the screen in an attempt to hide her arousal. God, she has to stop letting Rio get to her like this at work. She takes the pen she’s been chewing mindlessly out of her mouth and runs a hand down the back of her neck, feeling the light sheen of sweat.
Minutes tick by, slowly and unproductively as she fights to keep down the desire coursing through her body. She runs a hand through her hair and sighs in frustration, casting a reproachful glance in Rio’s direction.
Her eyes flick up to meet Agatha’s gaze and she barely suppresses a smirk. She scribbles something down, picks up a stack of papers and leaves, dropping something on Agatha’s desk as she passes.
Store cupboard
10 minutes x
Agatha manages about 8, maybe 7 and a half, and calls it close enough.
Rio pulls her in by her shirt and presses her against the wall. Her lips hot and hungry. She has one hand wrapped around the back of Agatha’s neck as she kisses her breathlessly, pressing her body into hers so she can feel every dip and curve. Her thumb brushes Agatha’s neck gently, pressing in to the delicate skin and sending sparks through her body, causing her to moan into Rio’s mouth.
“Hush, my love,” she whispers, her breath hot against Agatha’s skin, “we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”
Her hand slips into Agatha’s trousers and she bites her lip hard, trying not to moan as Rio runs a finger through her wetness. Her hand catches against the fabric and the inside of Agatha’s thighs as she starts to move her hand. Her breath catches at Rio’s touch and her hips rock forward involuntarily. If she could just go a little deeper, get a little more pressure on her clit- She tries to open her legs a little further but they just press against the walls and stacks of boxes she’s rammed between. She sighs in frustration and shifts her hips in an attempt to find more friction. It’s no use. Rio’s hand keeps moving, brushing over Agatha’s clit ever so gently, teasing at the entrance until she can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” it comes out as a whine “please, Rio.”
Rio pecks her lips gently. “You’re doing so well baby,” she hums “almost there now.”
It’s enough. Agatha puts a hand to her mouth as she feels her muscles tense, trying to stifle the moan Rio drags from her as she comes.
Rio kisses her again, holding her as her legs shake and the chemicals rush to her head.
She brings her hand to Agatha’s mouth and watches her suck her fingers clean.
“Well.” Agatha licks her lips and shakes her tousled hair from her face. “I recon we should get back to work now, don’t you?”