The maps
The office was empty and the maps were a wash of color with nothing readable left at that hour, shades down, sign turned. Arthur and Diane came in together. We had agreed yesterday, at this desk, that after the last appointment we would lock the door and see. The last appointment had left. I asked if the see was still a yes. Arthur said yes. Diane said yes, and she hung her jacket on the client chair.
I wanted romance more than I wanted a stunt, so I said that. Arthur kissed me by the map wall and told me I had looked like a problem he was grateful to have all day. Diane kissed me after, slower, coral blouse under her hands, and said she had booked nothing but thoughts of my mouth. I laughed into the kiss. Then I asked them to rub the day out of my shoulders before we did anything else. Massage is the door into it for me.
Arthur's thumbs found the knot under my right scapula. Diane oiled her hands from the small bottle we keep in the drawer and worked my forearms. They asked before they went under the blouse. I said yes. Palms on my back, then around, careful on my breasts, more soothing than grabbing. I felt my cunt get wet in a slow office way. I told them I wanted fingers. Diane slid her hand into my trousers and rubbed my clit while Arthur kissed my neck and kept one hand warm on my ribs. I came leaning on the wall, quiet, shaking, her fingers in my cunt.
I turned and opened Arthur's trousers. Diane stroked his cock with her oiled hand while I kissed her and told her she was dear and filthy. He fucked my cunt against the clear end of the desk, nothing papered there, while Diane kept a hand on my clit and talked to me softly about how loved I looked while he fucked me. He asked. I said pull out, the office is not a bed. He left his cum in Diane's hand, and she kissed me. Then I knelt and licked her cunt until she came, Arthur's hand in my hair only to move it off my face.
We washed in the tiny sink. I buttoned the coral blouse. I went home with both of them, shoulder loose, heart stupid with it.
