Camila knew she was in trouble. She had pulled a sick day on the day before Christmas Eve and she knew Lauren, her boss, wasn't too happy about it
Lauren summonsed Camila into her office, a stern look on her face. Lauren was absolutely out of of this world. Her face had a structurally pleasing jawline, black hair down to her lower back and piercing green eyes, but, what set her apart from the other females at the office was her figure. Lauren was wide at the hips and slender at the stomach; a girls dream body. The office didn't have a uniform so Lauren was always seen walking around in tight skinny jeans that hugged her ass and flowing blouses that seemed to tighten around her large boobs.
Camila walked into the tightly compact office, Lauren pulled up onto the desk. Camila inhaled and exhaled slowly as she closed the door behind her. The office was small. Two desks sat nestled together, a CCTV camera screen perched on one and stacks of papers on the other. There were two chairs and Camila sat on one whilst Lauren rested her feet on the other.
Camila couldn't help but stare at the creeping cleavage that was appearing over Lauren's top. Her pale skin was inviting and Camila subconsciously licked at her lips. She had always fantasised about Lauren; kissing those large lips, wanting to dive her tongue into her tight pussy, feel her plump breasts in her hands.
"Do you know why you are here?" Lauren asked in a slightly annoyed tone. Camila just shook her head, unable to concentrate because of Lauren's unintentional movement of her legs. Her legs would open and close as she pushed the wheeled chair that her feet rested upon forward and backwards. "Stand up."
Camila obliged and inched a tad bit closer, Lauren didn't realise. "You seem perfectly fine to me - can you please explain why you took a day off work?"
Camila didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do so she did the unexplainable. She shrugged off her shirt, leaving her standing there in a thin camisole. The camisole was practically see through, her lacy purple bra evidently visible. Camila knew her move was brave but from the way that Lauren was looking at her, Camila knew she liked the sight of her scantily clas body. "Camila?! What are you-"
Before Lauren could finish, Camila had her caged up against the desk. Camila strode forward and used her thighs to trap Lauren between the wall and the desk that she was seated upon. Lauren couldn't move and the look on her face suggested panic.
"Shh," Camila placed a finger to Lauren's lips before letting the other hand crawl under the thin material of her top.
"Get off me, what are you - aahh!"
Camila's hand groped at her bra, Lauren's nipple instantly growing erect. "What ... Oh wow."
Lauren tried to protest but Camila simply grinned, moving her now free hand to Lauren's jeans. Camila rubbed at Lauren's sex through her coarse denim, pressing so hard against it that she was positive her hand would be sore later.
"Stop. Stop. We can't do this."
"But we are," Camila simply stated before tugging Lauren's flimsy blouse in half. The material tore through the middle and the sound echoed throughout the small room. "I've dreamed of humping you since I first started working here." Lauren let out an involuntary shiver and Camila took that as her cue to continue. "And I intend to unwrap this early Christmas gift right here, on this table."
"You're eighteen years old, Camila."
Again, Camila wasn't up for listening to Lauren talk and so she simply started to rub at her denim covered pussy harder. Canila moved her hand as if her life depended on it and Lauren, feeling the pleasure rise between her hips, knew there was no stopping now.
"Faster," Lauren whispered, shocked at what she was saying. Even Camila seemed a bit startled at first but then a smirk graced her lips and she began to move her hand at lightening speed. "Uh, ooh, ugh!" Lauren groaned as her hips lifted off the table to move Camila's hand. "Faster. Faster, Camz, faster. Ugh yeah, ooh, right there. Yes! Touch me right there."
"You like that, huh?" Camila pushed forward, her face seconds away from diving into Lauren's gorgeous rack. "You like it when I touch your clit through your pants. Yeah, like that? Huh? Like that?"
Camila could feel herself getting wet and she couldn't help herself. She pulled at Lauren's zipper and threw her hand into her panties. Lauren's skin was soft and like Camila, she was soaking.
"Oh fuck!" Lauren's body convulsed as she fell into an orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Ugh."
"Oh Wow, who knew my boss was so foul mouthed," Camila tutted as Lauren rid herself through her orgasm. "Well, I think this foul mouthed girl should be punished."
Camila forced Lauren into a standing position and bent her over the desk; Lauren's ass hanging in the air. Quickly and skillfully, Camila dragged down both Lauren's panties and her jeans, letting them fall onto her ankles.
"Camila, what are you-?!"
Camila smacked hard against Lauren's ass once. Then twice. Then thrice. Before pulling down her own pants and forcing her panty clad vagina against Lauren's booty. The two women groaned simultaneously.
"I told you I wanted to hump you, Ms. Jauregui, and I intend to do just that."
