“Oh I could definitely see something like that being necessary,” cooed Diane. “After all, it is a very important project that we’re working on.” Diane’s hand slid up Michaels thigh until it was resting on his cock once more.
“It is at that,” said Michael with a smile. The waitress came by and cleared their plates. Michael sighed. “I suppose that’s our sign that it is time to get back to the office.”
“I suppose you’re right,” replied Diane as her hand stroked him slowly through his slacks. “Its such a shame we don’t have longer lunch breaks.” She kissed him on the cheek, then slid out of the booth.