Kate sighed and sat back in her chair, idly turning it side to side as she stared out the window. The rain streaking down the glass and the reflection of the lights below distorted her view of the evening city. Still, her eyes appreciated the change from the computer screen.
She glanced back at the monitor to check the time and shook her head in annoyance at the late hour, turning back to the large office windows. Like always, she was one of the last few employees staying after hours. Thanks to a new shift in management, her branch was understaffed and quite frankly, Kate’s boss had no idea how to do her job.
“I know that feeling.”
Kate jumped in her chair and turned towards the voice.
“Shit, my bad.” The slim-suited man laughed.
“You scared the shit out of me!” She shook her head and lowered her hand from her heart. “You clocking out?”
“Nah.” He lifted his mug. “Gonna refill. Came to see if you wanted anything too.”
“No thanks. It’ll just make me crash. Thanks though, Joey.”
With a nod, Joey left her cubicle and she found herself lost in thought again. Not for long, however. A few minutes later, she heard Joey approaching again. When he turned the cubicle wall, he was laughing, “Oh my god. Go stand at the microwave, like directly in front of it as if you’re gonna use it, then look over it out the window. izmit escort About, ehhhhh…two o’clock or so.”
“What?” Kate asked, staring at him inquisitively.
“Just dooooo it.” Joey replied before almost running off as quickly as his filled mug of coffee would allow.
Kate rolled her eyes and stood, taking a moment to straighten out her pencil skirt before making her way past a couple rows of cubicles toward the break room. Upon reaching it, she searched for the microwave, spotted it, then stepped in front of it. Glancing up and out the window behind, she squinted her eyes at the columns of adjacent office building windows, until they settled on a particularly lit window at about two o’clock. The rain had stopped, giving her a very good view of the man and woman fucking on a piece of furniture. Kate scoffed in amusement and turned as a few others entered the break room, led by Joey. They all pointed, watched, and laughed at the show until apparently the couple had finished.
“Awww…Back to work I guess.” One of the guys complained, as everyone slowly began returning to their desks. Kate stayed, though was teased by Joey as he left for “wanting to watch them sleep”. She rolled her eyes again and searched through cupboards for snacks.
Finding nothing, she turned to the freezer and settled on a frozen macaroni and cheese dish. After sliding yahya kaptan escort it into the microwave, Kate pulled her dark hair into a ponytail and glanced out the window again.
The couple hadn’t finished.
Kate leaned against the counter and squinted her eyes for a better view. The man had his hands on the woman’s hips as he took her from behind.
The microwaved beeped, bringing her back to reality. She glanced behind her, pleased to see she was still alone, then pulled her food from the microwave and sat down at the small round table to eat. Kate only got though a few mouthfuls however, before her mind was back on the couple in the window. Her stomach fluttered at the thoughts, ruining her appetite. With a sigh, she pushed the dish away and returned to the window to watch.
She glanced behind again.
She pressed herself against the counter as she watched the woman arch her back, the man grip her hips. His thrusts rocked her over the side of the couch and her breasts spilled and bounced like liquid with each movement. His head fell back with his mouth open, and Kate almost heard his moans and grunts. She almost felt him behind her as she gently moved herself against the counter. Her hand rest on the counter like it was the edge of the couch. The other snaked its way down her gebze escort leg until it reach the bottom of the skirt, just below her knee. It made its way back up, though on the inside thigh this time, bringing the fabric up with it. Slowly, her fingers crawled up her skin.
The man gripped harder.
Kate’s fingers met lace.
His thrusts picked up speed.
Her fingers pushed aside.
His hands left her hips and grabbed her breasts.
Her fingers traced her outer lips. She pushed the fabric further away and traced her aroused opening.
A finger slid inside. Another. Then a final digit. She clenched around her fingers and moved them within her as a sigh escaped her lips. Kate gave attention to her throbbing bead with her forefinger as the ring and middle took the place of the man’s cock she imagined. Her knuckles turned white on the counter once her hips joined in with their movements.
Waves crashed over her as she bent slightly, taking the place of the woman on the couch. She tried to arch her back over the counter as much as her work clothes would allow. Kate began to come over her fingers, locking her teeth together to prevent any noises, though wishing she could have known that man’s name so she may moan it out. She twitched and shook against the counter, then held her position for a few moments, still enjoying the show.
When she pulled her fingers from her arousal and replaced her panties, she licked her digits clean and dry. Straightening her skirt once more, she composed herself, threw away her unwanted food, and left the break room to return to her desk.