Lots more
We worked together for quite a while, so there were quite a few "incidents." I had a steady girlfriend at the time, so I was constantly trying my best to be good. I think that is the only reason we got any work done at all. She was really ditsy, gullible, and innocent. That is what made it so much fun to mess with her and tease her. We never met outside of work, or anything. What did happen around the office was normally brief, unplanned, and hurried.
One of my favorite memories is from right after she got back from her first semester at college. We were alone in the office, and started talking about college life. She had just finished a semester away at school, and we were swapping stories about parties, hook ups, sex, ect. It was clearly getting us both thinking about sex. She was showing me her tattoo, when she asked me if I had any tattoos, piercings, ect. I told her I had one piercing, but it was in a place that few people ever saw. She was curious, now, and wanted to see it even more.
I was horny as hell from everything we were talking about, and didn't need much encouraging. I walked over to her desk, where she was still seated, and stood directly in front of her. There were a few seconds of nervous tension, while she just sort of looked at my hard cock straining against my jeans. I reached down and unfastened my belt and button, letting her do the rest. Our office was fairly open, and you could clearly see in from the parking lot, or any of the surrounding areas. I stood there for a few minutes with my hard dick inches from her face. She was just playing with it, squeezing it and running her fingers around the little barbell I had pierced through the frenum while she asked me questions about it. I was DYING.
She was wearing this really low cut shirt, with her full cleavage straining out the low neckline. I couldn't stand it anymore, and finally just reached down and popped her tits out of the top of her shirt so I could play with them. I can only imagine what someone walking by the parking lot would have seen. Her sitting at her desk, with her big perky breasts pushed up out of her shirt, casually playing with my cock.
Her tongue quickly replaced her fingers on my cock, and I sat on the edge of her desk and tried to enjoy the not-so-great blowjob. As I said before, she had an unbelievable body. I could care less about what she was doing to me. I just wanted to be all over her. I kept trying to get her shirt off from the awkward angle. She was understandably nervous about people looking in from the parking lot, and kept trying to cover herself. Frustrated, I finally took her in to the bathroom.
We closed the door, and stood in front of the mirror. By this time, I had her shirt and bra pulled completely down around her waist. I stood behind her, watching in the mirror as I squeezed, kneaded, and massaged her full, perfect, gravity-defying breasts with one hand. The other hand was buried down the front of her unbuttoned jeans, laying waste to her soaking-wet pussy. She had one hand behind her to continue stroking me. When I couldn't take any more, she sat down on the edge of the toilet seat and took me in her mouth.
We must have been in the restroom longer than I thought. The fan made it impossible to hear outside, so we had no idea that our boss had returned to the office. I came out of the single occupancy restroom first, and he started asking me about something work-related. We were talking for a minute or two before she snuck out, and without a word, walked back to her desk. Nobody said anything, but it was pretty clear what was going on.