“They’ve really got you busting your balls,” Bunny Slippers said, her hips finding their way into my peripheral vision, her legs lifting them onto the surface of the desk.

I didn’t look up yet. She was right though, it had been a hell of a time, a two-week sprint to draft, plan, and complete an entire project determined to bring our company back into financial profitability. I was tired, worn, beat-up, and in little mood to play games. I haven’t been home before seven in those two weeks, and it just felt the hands of the clock sunk lower and lower; like six thirty was rolling around again. Just a little more and I could go home…

“I don’t know why they had to put you on this project,” she spoke, more to herself than to me.

I know why – but I’m going to resist spouting vitriol on the fits of incompetence my boss will subject me to. I managed a grunt, a half “uh-huh” and “hmm.” It was an “uh-hmm.”

“But it’s like we need to do something because the market’s been so terrible lately.”

I didn’t respond. I was trying to finish a thought – and my mind scratched at my memory, the meeting held at ten, now seemingly years ago. The only thing I could remember was that I caught a glimpse of something I shouldn’t have; picking up my dropped pen, I caught a sneak peek of the managing consultant, a young MBA-type in a short skirt-suit, with her hand buried between her legs under the conference room table – and now, just like then, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.

“Oh! And then I was overhearing Meredith talking to Alison about how they were running the numbers for our earnings report, but they started talking about Greg – and how Alison was so drunk at the client party last weekend…”

I hate gossip. And Bunny Slippers knows that.

“So later on Alison stopped by and she and I started talking about how Meredith really had a thing for Greg so it was weird, and…”

My eyes looked up at her.

“I give up,” I said, my voice betraying any shred of surrender.

The office was empty. The lights were off in the main hallways, the offices lining the windows were all closed and dark. Bunny Slippers sat against the edge of my desk, holding a manilla envelope, its contents bulky.

“And what’s in there?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied. Then, after a second, “it is for you, though.”

She’d worn a white turtleneck tucked neatly into a pair of tan slim pants, and it hung from her shoulders the same way it did this morning. My eyes traced the doubled over fabric covering her neck, down the single strand of large pearls on her oversized necklace which hung low, swooping to her midsection, past her… breasts. Which now hung differently.

“Are you two still here?”

We looked over to our left, the aforementioned Alison gathering up her coat, gym bag, and purse, a tangle of arms and straps. She gave us a glance, but really was wrapped up in her own struggling grasp of her things.

“Gosh, why don’t the two of you just get a room?” she joked, giggling as she made her way to the elevators.

“Thanks for the suggestion!” I shouted back, loud enough for her to hear me.

Bunny Slippers’ eyes widened. I stood up and snatched the envelope out of her hands and tossed it onto my desk, with a little too much force. It slid off and took some papers with it. I didn’t see it; I only heard it. My eyes were locked in a gaze with hers, my hand reaching out for her wrist, and the two of us in quick, hurried steps to a spare office.

The door was shut behind us, and the blinds to the main office area were already closed. The motion-sensing lights were coming on and I quickly hit the switch to extinguish them. She was expecting a kiss and an embrace. I gave her a shove and a turn.

She landed against the floor-to-ceiling window with a thud, her palms on the glass. I quickly moved behind her, meeting her body with mine. In a flash, my hands were at the waist of her pants, tugging the tucked in turtleneck out from the front, enough so my hands could feel her smooth skin. I got what I wanted and my fingertips moved up her body until they rested under her breasts. She was breathing hard, sucking in air as fast as she could.

I took my hands back and out from under her shirt while keeping her pinned with my lower body. My hands free, I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass one step away from the window, keeping the contact with my now-hardened cock. And then I used one hand against her back, pressing her upper body against the window.

She struggled, her arms holding her up, but I persisted. Trembling, she gave in, her face turning to the side, her chest pushing into the cold glass; her turtleneck’s fabric was thin, the pearls clacked and rolled, gathering in a twisted strand between her flattened breasts. She gasped as she stood pinned to the window, her breath fogging up a cloudy mist by her mouth.

I held her still while my other hand tore at her pants, the belt buckle undone, the clasp next, then the zipper. I reached in and felt nothing but skin. Her panties were in the envelope, too. I began to pull her pants down, inching them down her hips, revealing her bare ass – I pushed her legs together so they dropped down to her ankles. She stepped out of her pants, and I spread her legs wider again.

My body pressed against hers, and I leaned in.

“Is the glass cold?” I asked into her ear.

“Y-yes,” her answer fogging up the window some more.

“Good.” I answered, before rolling down her back, dropping to my knees, and planting my face between her ass cheeks. She moaned as I cupped her ass with both hands, my tongue flicking out of my mouth and quickly swabbing against the bottom tip of her pussy. My nose pressed into her asshole and she started to push herself off the window.

“Don’t move!” I quietly shouted, my fierce command freezing her in mid-motion.

She pressed herself back against the window for me. Only then did I resume licking. Only then did I spread her ass wide and mash my face against her wet sex. Only then did I find her clit with my tongue and gently brush it back and forth, causing her body to shake and shudder.

I slid down further, and turned around under and between her legs; I was seated against the window, my back now against the cold glass. With a better, more traditional angle, I thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, her shocked breath and shallow moans above fogging up the window. My tongue lay on her clit and pressed against it in flat circles. The fingers in her pussy beginning to slosh up and down, and I knew she could hear the lewd sounds of her own arousal.

She was close, her moans louder, her pussy wetter – and I had reached down and undid my pants. With a quick tug, her knees buckled and she came crashing down on me, her cold body like a splash of ice water on my chest. Her nipples were crystalline, her face frozen, her hands searingly cold as she reached behind and under her, grabbing my cock and positioning it at the entrance of her pussy. I felt enveloped in a cold embrace one second, and then thrust into her hottightwetslickclench of a pussy. Her hands went for my head, her fingers like tracts of ice running through my hair. My face went to her chest and my mouth took in one of her frozen nipples through the shirt as her chilled pearls bounced and bashed into me.

Like a cold wind, she came howling and fast, whistling through the branches of naked trees and over snow-covered fields.

* * * * * *

We had gathered ourselves and our things, and headed to the elevators. It was about seven-twenty; I had definitely missed Jeopardy! tonight. I should get a TiVo or something.

As the chime sounded, and the doors opened, we stepped in, holding hands. My fingers were interlocked in hers. From the distorted and barely visible reflection in the brushed metal finish of the closing doors, I could see her turning her head down and away from me.

I spoke softly. I asked her what was wrong.

“I’ve just missed you so much,” she said, her eyes full of frozen tears that refused to gather themselves and roll down her cheeks.