Working late

Camila and Carolina worked in a company that did not have a fixed office. They usually did not need one, except when they needed a meeting room. Their boss made an agreement with a friend, who gave away part of the office space itself. So, in addition to a space available for meetings, the two could also have a fixed space for small tasks, between one or another visit to clients. Since they rarely occupied that space, they felt as if they were eternal newcomers to the other company, where they could barely remember the names of those who frequented the office every day. Carolina, more extroverted, was the one who greeted everyone all the time, as if she remembered everyone's name. Camila usually only responded because she felt like a stranger in that space. Being the more talkative of the two, Carolina constantly teased her colleague with the idea of arranging a boyfriend for her. It was common to question the men in the other company with questions about whether or not they were married, or dating. She said she was looking for a good match for a friend. She did this shamelessly in front of Camila, because she enjoyed seeing the unfunny colleague while pretending not to be talking about her. Camila left to complain only when the two were alone in the meeting room. <unk> Carolina, you have to stop this! If you could see how pretty you look when you're not funny, you'd understand. Seriously, you're embarrassing me in front of all these people I don't even know. I'm not embarrassing you, I'm arranging a boyfriend for you. Pack for yourself, you're single too. I'll do it after I put yours away. He's not going to fuck anyone, he's just having fun at my expense. Carolina laughed because there was some truth to what Camila said. I'll, yes, get as I already found an interesting boy. <unk> I know... <unk> says Camila, unpretentious as she pauses <unk> ... who? Carolina is laughing. His name is Saul, and he works in a small room down the hall. I don't know. You don't know anybody, you don't talk to anybody, then a kitten comes along and slaps you and you don't even notice. Did you get it? Yes, whenever he passes by, he's looking at you. I never understood that. It's because he's looking at your ass. Camila is laughing. Are you sure he's not looking at yours, which is bigger than mine? <unk> I've already caught him looking at his ass with me. He's my accomplice. <unk> says Carolina amending a laugh <unk> but if you don't want, I'll get it. He's a good kitty. Carolina knew very well how to provoke her friend's curiosity. However, she did not understand the fact that her friend was not alone because she was not looking. In fact, she had already found the ideal person, but she did not know how to express herself. Camila admired Carolina, not only for her beauty, but also for her extroversion, which excited all the people around her. This same extroversion, usually expressed as a constant joy, prevented her from introducing a more serious and intimate subject. One day, the pair decided to go shopping after work. Carolina was about to return to the gym and wanted clothes to exercise. Camila would initially just accompany, but was eventually convinced to buy something. According to Carolina, she needed new clothes to look pretty for Saulo. Camila got into the joke, but it wasn't for the mysterious occupant of that office that she would look prettier. They spent hours in a nearby mall and ended up buying clothes from different stores. Out of mutual curiosity, they decided to go back to the office to see what the other had bought. In the middle of the night, with the office empty, everyone had already left. They turned on the light of the reception and the meeting room. The glass panels allowed the visibility of the outside, impaired by the dimmed lights. The long table allowed a meeting of dozens of people and was perfect for them to lay out the clothes they had bought. You didn't buy a pair of pants, you're going to the gym in those shorts? I sweat a lot working out, so the less fabric, the better. I don't like it. When I start exercising, they come up. It bothers me. Carolina frowned, staring at the shorts on the table, as if she'd forgotten to think of some detail. Let me see how it looks. In here? The office is empty, no one will see. We should be here to work. Nobody works this late. Without even imagining Camila's ulterior motives, Carolina unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, with a peculiar difficulty in undressing her wide hips. <unk> You're too hot for those pants. <unk> Camila joked, receiving a grin back from her friend. With some effort, Carolina stripped off her trousers, leaving her with a social shirt and white panties, much to Camila's admiration. Carolina had brown skin and wavy hair, long up to the middle of her back. The wide hips and thick legs were some of the reasons she preferred shorts to leggings. While choosing a pink short, she did not notice her friend's desired looks, turned to her butt and capriciously crooked panties. When she dressed, she turned her back to her, sticking her hips up, leaving Camila even more impressed. Didn't that feel good? Your ass is already big, now it looks huge, I think the shorts will go up on the first squat. Carolina does the test, squatting and lifting as if she were at the gym. In the back movement, the shorts actually went up, leaving part of the butt bare, to Camila's delight. "I didn't speak. Your ass is already out! Can you feel it?" said Camila, as she touched her friend's naked part, pretending to show her how much her body was uncovered. Camila didn't want to miss the moment and suggested that her friend also try the top. She made a point of getting up and unbuttoning her shirt. It was brief seconds with the two very close, exchanging glances. With the shirt off, she came even closer to Carolina, as if embracing her, to loosen the bra and release the middle breasts. Carolina, in that moment, could feel her friend's warmth in a different way, as well as her altered breathing. When dressed, she saw her friend take a step back, and noticed her look from top to bottom, as if devouring her whole. Her heart raced and she made a point of turning in front of her to show off more. The desire stamped on her friend's face was indescribable. Carolina then suggested that her friend do the same and try what she had bought. Camila blushed at the request, but took off her trousers, displaying a delicate, rent black panties, tearing a wry smile from Carolina. "Wow, who are you dressed like that for?" teased Carolina, sitting in a chair, before biting her lips. "For you", Camila thought as she turned her back to avoid showing her face, turning even redder. With her white skin, feeling ashamed was too conspicuous. Her body was curvy, though a little less than her friend's. Her blond, smooth hair ran down to a little beyond her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and her lips were well-fleshed. Her panties exhibited rendered detail while slightly covering that woman's buttocks, emphasizing the form of her hips. She put on her skirt, suspending her blouse with her hands, leaving her back a little bare. It didn't take long for her to feel a pair of hands on her waist. <unk> You look good in a skirt. You have nice legs. I should have bought more. <unk> said Carolina as she adjusted the skirt, running her hands over Camila's body more than she needed. <unk> All she needed to do was put the blouse inside. Still with her back to her friend, Camila heard the zipper of her skirt open and her hips were undressed once again. She felt the tightness in her butt and her fingers gently adjusting her panties before she left the blouse inside the skirt and put it back on. That skirt makes your ass look even prettier. Camila was gradually pressed against the glass panel, with Carolina behind her, and the praise of her body was accompanied by quite enthusiastic squeezes. Do you think he'll want to eat me? <unk> Absolutely. <unk> Carolina responds, as she climbs her friend's skirt up to her waist. <unk> Especially if he sees those panties. With her hands entering her body, Camila turned her face, searching for Carolina's lips. The hands went through her body, from her legs to her breasts, packed by the gasping breaths. She then turns and embraces her friend in a more intense kiss. She rubs her thigh against her leg, pulling her against herself, by the ass. With her tongue brushing against hers, Camila becomes more agile, pushing Carolina to the table, where she turned to bend over her. <unk> I don't know, I think that boy will want to fuck you if he sees you in those shorts. <unk> said Camila as she ripped off Carolina's shorts and panties with a single pull. "Just for the shorts? What would he want to do with me?" asked Carolina, with a sly tone of voice. Camila responds with a firm slap on her friend's ass, causing a moan of pain accompanied by laughter. Carolina leans her ass and opens her legs to feel her friend's hand slide easily through her wet intimacy. After being masturbated for a few moments, Carolina then climbed onto the big table and crawled with laughter, as if running away, until her foot was secured by Camila in the center. She saw her friend ride on top of her and kiss her once more. The two wrapped their legs around each other. The wet lips of the sketches rubbed together as one held the other's thigh, pulling it against each other. Discreet rolls made the bodies rub. The increasingly swollen clitoris was rubbed between the thirsty bodies by those pleasurable movements. As they cried, they exchanged lustful glances, loaded with desire and without any shame of squeezing breasts, buttocks, thighs or even pulling hair. The exquisite glance of another denounced the exhilarated body of the other, as the sketches were squeezed, as if the other's thighs were pressed against each other, and after a short time the other two sketches were torn as if forced to fly. Camila bit her lips and pulled Carolina into a kiss before she could even catch her breath. They stood there at the table, exchanging kisses and caresses, until they looked past the glass panes and realized that Saulo was working late.