Office Policy

After serving up two orgasms, Leorio felt a rush of hubris, even though his cock went untended till later.
Tuesday, however, there was no bra.
He massaged her into a hip pumping, sweat slicked seizure of building peaks so wild she was covering her own mouth and still about to snap her back on the edge of the desk behind her.
“You’re crazy today.”
She looked at him hard. “I was thinking - about something - I’d like to do this for you. Let me know - if it’s alright.”
She stripped open his belt and unbuttoned, unzipped…she pulled his cock out, keeping the head off the zipper with her free hand like she were cupping a candle flame.
“I’m clean.”
“What?”
“I got my tests done. I have the results in my bag. Are you? Do you have anything?” She looked over his cock. The skin was clear. Turgid, but gorgeous.
“No – and I’m sure,” Leorio answered, aware he had a certain interest in lying about it and keen to prove himself innocent. “I had a scare over the summer. But everything turned out clear. I – wait. I had the medical stuff sent here rather than my apartment cause my roommate throws out anything that looks like a bill. Hang on.”
Leorio leaned over to the file drawer and yanked out a thick manila folder, dropping half of the contents on the floor without noticing.
Kurapica waited in his lap, leaning back onto the desk. She bared her chest out like a nudist, completely comfortable in his presence.
He fished a piece of paper out and handed it to her. It was a results report, signed by a doctor from the hospital associate with the company insurance.
“Neg for HIV, herpes, HPV. There was an ingrown hair – I freaked. Didn’t sleep all night, got a test the next day.”
Kurapica giggled, nodding. “I’ve panicked too.”
She tapped the paper on the head of his cock; she hadn’t let go.
Leorio had his breath pinned down. He was concentrating on keeping his foreskin retracted.
She pet his chest, making a worried face, like she were hoping he’d relax. She wrapped her fingers one by one around the base of his cock. She had long fingers, but her hands still seemed dwarfed.
It made sense; Leorio was tall, so it was only proportional.
She used her other hand to wrap the head, keeping her thumb out to rub the tip. He was pearling up with pre-cum and that made it easy to make slick, firm circles over the glans.
Kurapica started drawing her fist up and down his shaft, chucking the tip of her thumb against the triangle mark under the swollen head. She was ready to got at him for hours, but it hardly took a few minutes, as Leorio put his hands over hers.
“Let me help.”
She let him guide her, and he started squeezing and pulling passionately.

The friction of such tender, forbidden flesh passing so fast and warm through her hands made her squirm, trying to grind her clit into his thigh. Her nipples grew tender and she strained, catching her breasts against her shirt. He grunted and groaned, working her hands under his, against himself. She was delighted; it was like being possessed by some brilliant ghost.
He passed his hand over himself like an umbrella reversed, so she never saw it happen. But she watched his face. He looked incredible, sweating and weak. He looked so happy.
When he didn’t release her hand, Kurapica started to touch herself.
Leorio wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him, hugging her. Then he released her and she sat back, still watching.
Leorio laughed, then sighed, staring. She felt the cloth of her damp panties cooling off and shivered.
“Why did you do that for me?”
Kurapica wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly freezing.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I think all this has made me form an attachment to you. Please don’t be disgusted. I have a crush. That’s all.”
“You’re insanely mine. I mean, perfect.”
“Neither of those things are true. I’m not yours; we’re co-workers. I don’t expect anything from you – and you’ve done so much. I’m not your responsibility. And I’m…plain and abrasive.”
“Yes. In my pocket,” he heaved, eyes fluttering shut. His head lolled against the back of the seat.
Kurapica looked down. There wasn’t much left to him; he was completely limp. “But you’re tired.”
“No,” Leorio gestured up to his chest. “Other pocket. Inside pocket.”
“Oh!” She reached into his jacket pocket. There was something soft and pokey. Velvet. She pulled out a small hard box.
He took it from her and opened it. There was a little silver band inside, with a twisted design in the front bearing two glittering chips.
“The kids get them these days. Don’t be scared, it’s nothing. Not a wedding ring.”
“It’s nice.”
“It’s a promise ring. It’s for you.” Leorio dropped his open hand on Kurapica’s thigh and patted her leg. “I wanted you to know that if you ever want more from me, I’m interested. You don’t have to though – want or be interested. You can keep that or pawn it, don’t tell anyone who it’s from. But if you want it, I’d like to ask you to dinner and see if you like me outside this building. Outside this room.”
“I do.”
“We’ve never dated yet. I’ll take care of the paperwork.”
“We’re in different departments, it doesn’t matter.” Kurapica whispered as she shut the box.
“Do you want it?”
“Would we move in with each other? I think I’d like that.”
“That’s…fast.”
“You’re very easy going and I’m clean. I also hate being alone. And these afternoons are the only bright things in my life now.”
He frowned and squeezed her hand. “I…have a good life. But I like you! You are the weirdest…you’re like those odd flavor of chips they make, like shrimp or cheddar and onion. I think they’re bizarre and I can’t stop eating them.” He leaned forward, speaking so closely that his breath tickled her mouth. “I’d love to have you close. I’d never take my mouth off of you.”
Kurapica’s thighs drew together hard and she winced, lips open in orgasm.
He pushed her hair out of her eyes, watching. “That’s my Kurapica.”
She gasped. Her nipples scraped the inside of her shirt with every breath. A happily involved friend had told her once that love was all so sudden: you’re alone, then you’re not. There was no in between and no warning.
“Good, good Kurapica.”
“D-don’t say my name like that. I’m not a dog.”
“Sorry. I won’t.” He grinned.
“I can tell that’s a lie,” Kurapica moaned, shuddering. “You’re going to annoy me, aren’t you?”
“You can always give the ring back, or kick me out.”
“We’re moving to my place?”
“Hell yes. You’re clean. And you probably invest. I bet you have a sweet bachelorette pad with no decoration at all.”
“I…painted the walls.”
He kissed her neck, pulling her close to keep her warm. There was snow in the windows outside. “What color?”
“Pink. There’s some gold too.”
“I love pink,” he said, patting her ass. He blew her hair away from her ear and whispered. “And I love gold.”
“Good. Because I’m not repainting. It was a lot of trouble.”
“You’re going to have all you can handle. I mean,” he sat back, eyes growing honest and wide. “I mean, I’ll behave. I’m low maintenance. I don’t even watch much TV.”
“Good. I don’t have one. Or furniture.” Kurapica looked down. “I sleep early. And I read. But I want you to be with me.”
“I cook simple things,” Leorio said, playing the game at the same time he played with her hands, lacing her fingers together and then teasing her palm with his thumb. “I like prose written by neurosurgeons and professionals. And I don’t cry when people die.”
“I don’t anymore.” Kurapica said. She bit her lip, then closed her hands on his arms. “I want the ring!”
“I know.” He kissed her. She shivered and gasped and Leorio prayed that he would catch it from her.
“Catch what?”
“Everything. All of you. You never have a second thought about anything, do you? Fearless girl.”
“I’m not a girl.”
“Woman, woman! Dammit, I knew that.”


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