The stalls in the company restroom had a roll of toilet paper. After finishing up, I grabbed a few pieces and cleaned myself off.
I kept wiping until there was no more stickiness, just a bit of dampness. Then I pulled up my pants, tucked in my shirt, and got dressed.
Next, I tore off a few more pieces to help Emily clean up.
Her pussy was still super sensitive after climaxing. As soon as the toilet paper touched it, she shivered.
Her pussy was still swollen, even the pink labia were puffy. It felt like if I kept going, I might hurt her.
I wiped her for a while, not sure how many pieces of toilet paper I used before she was clean.
Then I helped her stand up, one hand on her butt and the other pulling up her underwear, making sure she looked neat. I straightened her collar and fixed her hair.
"Go out and check if the coast is clear. If it is, text me," I whispered.
"Okay," Emily nodded, catching her breath.
Once she felt ready, she opened the door and stepped out.
The sound of her high heels echoed in the restroom, and it was lighter than the previous one as Emily was petite.
A moment later, my phone buzzed in my pocket, making my leg tingle.
I checked my phone. It was a message from Emily saying the coast was clear.
With lunchtime coming up, most people were busy or getting ready to leave, so the office area was pretty empty.
Emily, worried I wouldn't believe her, sent me two photos: one of the restroom entrance and one of the office area.
After replying to her, I walked out of the restroom.
To my surprise, not long after I left, John came in to use the restroom, and a wave of guilt hit me. I wasn't sure if I should say hi or not.
"Good afternoon, David," John greeted me.
Feeling awkward, I replied, "Good afternoon. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet, just finished work. I'm going to use the restroom first and then eat."
"Alright, I'll go eat first then."
Emily peeked from a distance, relieved to see me safely out of the restroom. Then she headed straight to the company cafeteria.
I let out a sigh of relief. When I left the restroom earlier, worried about being caught, I walked close to the wall of the men's restroom so John wouldn't guess what had happened.
Emily and I took the same elevator, but since I knew a lot of people in the company, I kept my distance.
In front of everyone, we acted like we were just department colleagues who barely knew each other. Even after getting off the elevator, we didn't exchange a single word, with her walking ahead and me following behind.
As I watched her slender figure from behind, I noticed her legs trembling a bit. Her walk was a little awkward, like something was stuck between her legs.
Just a few glances from afar, and my dick was already getting hard.
It felt like my dick had been craving Emily these past few days. Just looking at her made me want her.
Since last night, the image of Emily being naughty and wild kept popping into my head, making me want to have rough sex with her every time. The urge to fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore was overwhelming.
Emily got her food first and found a seat.
The cafeteria was still pretty crowded since it was lunchtime.
I had planned to sit close to her, maybe sneak a hand under her skirt while we ate. Since we were in the same department, sharing a table wouldn't seem weird.
But as soon as I got my food, I saw Scarlett. She was sitting at a table in a low-cut T-shirt and a tight white denim skirt that hugged her thighs, showing off her curves.
I could almost imagine the shape of her pussy from her full thighs, with the two labia pressed together. Just thinking about it made my desire spike.
Her low-cut T-shirt was slipping down as she ate.
Her soft hair fell over her chest, adding a touch of elegance to the white T-shirt.
Scarlett didn't have a hair tie, so she used her hand to hold her hair against her chest while she ate.
Her round breasts were slightly flattened by her hand, like deflated balloons.
But it didn't make her breasts any less beautiful; it even made them look sexier. It felt like I had squeezed her breasts flat.
Scarlett was known as a beauty in the company. She was stunning, with a great figure, and even her way of eating was elegant, like a princess dining gracefully.
Just her eating movements alone attracted a lot of attention in the company, from both men and women.
Even when eating or lining up for food, everyone was looking at Scarlett.
The men, especially, were mesmerized, their eyes glued to her thighs and chest.
Unfortunately, Scarlett didn't notice and was focused on eating, which infuriated me.
Whether Scarlett was my wife or not, I liked her and didn't like others looking at her!
I immediately decided to ditch Emily and have lunch with Scarlett.
I put down my plate, shifted my leg inward, and sat down opposite Scarlett.
"Good afternoon, Scarlett," I greeted warmly.
"Good afternoon, why are you just coming to eat now?"
"There's a lot of work in the department today," I lied smoothly.
Scarlett believed me. "You've worked hard. Here, have some beef as a reward."
As she spoke, she poked the beef from her plate into mine.
She said it was a reward, but really, she was full and couldn't eat anymore. Since I arrived just in time, she didn't want to waste it, so she put the beef in my bowl.
But this simple gesture caused a series of gasps around us. People in the company misunderstood the relationship between Scarlett and me!