Amie rubbed her aching eyes and sighed at her monitor. Somewhere in the bowels of this 3000-line program was a missing semi-colon, and she had to find it. This was not amusing.
Stacy bounded into view, glaring at something over her shoulder. She ducked behind Amie’s cubicle wall and pressed her back up against it. "God damn it! I hate working with computery men. Stinky fuckers, every one of them.“
"Carl swatting at you again?” Amie asked, still squinting at the endless lines of code trickling down her screen.
“Always. I don’t know if he thinks he can slap me straight, or just likes the idea that my cute little lesbian butt has touched other cute little lesbians butts. Who even knows.” She leaned over the desk so that her cleavage dangled temptingly in Amie’s line of sight. "Whatcha working on?“
"Same as before lunch,” Amie sighed, but it was hard to stay grumpy with two beautiful breasts in her face. Impulsively, she leaned forward and planted a kiss between them.
Stacy giggled and tugged on Amie’s long, straight hair. "Stoppp. If someone sees, they’ll bring a sexual harassment suit down on us so fast…“
"It doesn’t count if you like it,” Amie said, flashing her teeth. She kissed Stacy’s chest again, this time dropping lower so her tongue could tease just above an areola. "Besides, it’s almost midnight. Who’s even here besides Carl?“
Stacy pretended to think. "Mmmm…no one.”
Amie pointed a finger at her coworker, her gaze locked on her screen again. "You. Me. Break room. Ten minutes.“
Despite her earlier protests, Stacy straightened up and grinned. "Make it five and I’m there.”
Amie’s heart was starting to pound, but the excitement building between her legs made scanning code go faster. She spotted the missing syntax with seconds to go, hit the key triumphantly, and switched her laptop to the innocuous puppy screensaver.
The door to the break room was closed. Amie slipped inside and closed it behind her, surreptitiously locking it from the inside. Stacy sat with her back to the door, draped in the blanket she used to keep her legs warm in the winter. At the sound of the door closing she looked over her shoulder, grinned, and dropped the blanket as she stood.
Amie had to bite the side of her lip. "God. We do this once a week and I still can’t get over how gorgeous you are. Every fucking time.“
"Shut up.” Stacy model-walked towards her coworker with a slinky smile. "And take your clothes off.“
A moment later she was burying her tongue between the folds of Amie’s pussy as Amie sat up on the counter and rested her heels against the cabinets, gasping as Stacy expertly worked over her clit. She rested one palm on top of Stacy’s golden curls, trying not to worm off the counter as she came hard. Stacy raised her head and wiped a dribble of cum off her nose.
"My turn, beautiful.”