Wet On A Work Call

Madison Morgan sat typing when her girlfriend Nicole slipped behind her. Smooth hands pressed into her shoulders, thumbs circling in warm invitation. Work would have to wait. Nicole wanted her now. Madison tried to protest; a call in thirty minutes, deadlines on her screen, but the press of fingers made it difficult to focus. She surrendered anyway. The two of them scrambled to the bedroom, shoved clothes aside. They knew they still had time—or hoped they did. Bodies slid together with heat and purpose. Madison’s thigh slipped between Nicole’s legs, hips urging deeper, faster. Wet noises filled the air, greedy mouths and eager tongues mapping every curve. At her climax Nicole let go, a sudden jet of clear fluid pulsing over Madison’s stomach, chest, face. The heat of it bloomed across her skin. Reality crashed back the second her laptop started ringing early. The call had been moved. Madison wiped her face with one palm and hit Accept. Water dripped down her chin as she thanked everyone for moving the meeting, smiled through excuses about the damp hair and flushed skin. Under the desk Nicole refused to let her finish. She crouched between Madison’s legs, eased her tongue over slick folds and teased her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Madison bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan. Her thighs tensed. Another spurt of wetness leaked out of her right before the first slide presentation opened; her colleagues remained none the wiser while Nicole flicked again, relentless and hidden beneath the table.