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My workplace has recently transitioned to a remote setup. Our office downsized and underwent a stunning renovation on a single floor in our bustling downtown building. It now boasts a collection of small conference rooms, a spacious area for everyone, and several cozy cubicles that can be reserved whenever desired.

On most days, the office is eerily quiet and deserted. Personally, I discover solace in this environment as I’ve never been a fan of working from home. There’s just something about the energy of an actual workspace that fuels my productivity.

Occasionally, when I noticed that Glenda, my coworker from the same department, was also working in the office, I would reserve a nearby cubicle. Glenda and I have been working together for over five years, and there’s an undeniable chemistry between us. Despite the fact that she is nearly two decades older than me – 58 to my 38 – we distribute a remarkable connection. She possesses remarkable beauty, with an incredibly active and fit physique. Moreover, her infectious sense of humor and ability to match my inappropriate banter make our interactions exhilarating. If anyone else were privy to our conversations, they would surely assume we were crossing boundaries left and right, possibly filing sexual harassment claims against us.

As fate would have it, Glenda, who happens to be divorced, and I, a married individual, found ourselves alone in the office one day. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to explore our unspoken desires, or so we wondered. Glenda walked past my desk donning a light, flowy knee-length skirt. Half-jokingly, I warned her about the possibility of a Marilyn Monroe moment due to the air conditioning and the nearby floor vent.

“You wish,” she playfully responded.

“Most days,” I countered, “although it’s quite possible you’re sporting some stylish granny panties today. Wouldn’t want to shatter my image of you as the effortlessly cool lady around here.”

Glenda burst into laughter and playfully tossed a crumpled piece of paper into my workspace.

“My panties are absolutely adorable today,” she divulged.

“Proof!” I exclaimed. “Show me proof, or else I’ll assume you went for the ‘sensible’ option, with those things strategically pulled up to your nips.”

In the midst of our playful banter, a moment of silence ensued as we both immersed ourselves in our work. Suddenly, a pair of basic black satin panties landed gracefully on my desk, causing me to erupt in laughter.

“These better be clean,” I teased. “Eww, don’t be gross,” she replied, her voice filled with amusement. “Throw them back!”

“Nope. These are mine now,” I declared mischievously, twirling them on my finger as I headed toward the break room, with Glenda following close behind.

“So, what do I have to do?” she inquired playfully.

“You know,” I playfully responded, with a twinkle in my eye. “And, truth be told, you’re already halfway undressed for the occasion.”

A cheesy grin formed on her face as she teasingly mentioned, “What would Amy say?”

“Amy would probably wonder why it took us so long and why she wasn’t invited,” I replied, fully embracing the risqué nature of our conversation.

“You don’t want me,” Glenda remarked, her tone laced with curiosity.

“Glena, I would have you right this second,” I confessed boldly.

“Is that a fact?” she questioned, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Amidst all the fun and games, Glenda was aware of my openness, but I needed to prove it. With a decisive motion, I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, revealing my now-erect cock. Her eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before her as I proceeded to wrap her panties around my hardened shaft, a seductive act of utmost desire.

“Believe me,” I murmured sensually. “I would have you right here, right now. In fact, I have a condom and lube readily available in my desk – always prepared with hopeful anticipation. So, are you in?”

A gentle nod from Glenda confirmed her willingness to indulge in our secret desires. Eagerly, I hoisted my shorts back up, quickly scanning our surroundings to ensure our privacy remained intact. Satisfied with the outcome, I retraced my steps back to the couch, where Glenda awaited. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, arousing a flurry of emotions within us. As she took a firm grip of my pulsating member, I began delicately pleasuring her with my skilled fingers, mindful of the age difference between us and the potential need for extra stimulation.

Before long, the moment of truth arrived, compelling us to reach for the lubricant to enhance our connection. Hastily, I slipped on a condom and generously applied lube to ensure our encounter would be frictionless. Seated on the couch, our bodies intertwined, Glenda gracefully mounted me, allowing our intense chemistry to guide our union. It took a brief moment to adjust, but soon enough, our rhythm synchronized, bringing us waves of unfathomable pleasure.

Yet, as our passion heightened, fate decided to play a cruel trick on us. In the midst of our love-filled tryst, we were abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of our boss. Unbeknownst to us, he had entered the conference room while we were lost in our passionate embrace, his office conveniently tucked away just around the corner from our cubicles.

Caught red-handed, our excitement instantly shattered. A mix of shock and disbelief enveloped us as our boss requested that we compose ourselves and join him in his office. It felt like a cruel irony – finally succumbing to our temptations after years of flirtation, only to be caught in the act.

Displaying a surprisingly laid-back demeanor, our boss delivered a stern warning, making it clear that he had no intention of meddling in our personal affairs. However, he emphasized that any further transgressions within the office would result in immediate termination.

Although we undoubtedly broke some rules, our boss’s leniency reaffirmed his cool and understanding nature. We gathered our belongings, walking side by side in a silence punctuated by a myriad of unspoken desires. Yet, despite the untimely interruption, we managed to make tentative plans to meet elsewhere, eagerly anticipating the chance to finally finish what we started – a clandestine journey fueled by the allure of forbidden passion.

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