It hadn’t occurred to Tracey, but looking around she realized it was “her” desk. Smiling, she wondered what thoughts Heidi might have had in the past about her. “So it is,” she mused. “What a coincidence.”
“It is warm, but you are rather hot as well,” Tracey responded, even as her neck was being ravished, to her rhetorical question. Feeling the hand in her sweater, she arched her back to press into the touch.
She could feel heat increasing between her legs and her tummy fluttered anxiously. She could also feel how damp her knickers were and she wondered if the ones hidden in Heidi’s jeans were like that too.
“You should then,” Tracey encouraged. “Right here…”