It was noon on the island and Isabelle's work was already complete. The morning announcements had been announced hours ago and the little paperwork that needed to be done had been finished shortly after that. She sighed at the realization that a boring afternoon lay ahead of her.

Suddenly a wicked thought erupted in her mind. Isabelle stood up and walked towards the offices shared microwave.

"Tom?" she said to her office co-inhabitant "I'm going to make some popcorn. Would you like some?"

Tom sat at his desk barely acknowledging Isabelle. His plump raccoon body spilled over his chair. He seemed hard at work but his workload was as sparse as Isabelle and desired a little more excitement in his life.

"No thanks" Tom said "I just had lunch. Besides the little kernels always get caught in my teeth."

"Hmmmm!" Isabelle replied trying to act innocently "I guess I never considered that."

She put a bag of popcorn into the microwave and anxiously stood by as it cooked over the next two minutes.

Tom ignored this and go back to work. Well, it was the closest thing to work that could be done now. He had spent the last hour going over expenses. No matter how long he stared at the numbers they still remained the same. Not terrible but they could be better.

"Oooooo!" the silence of the office was disturbed by a loud exclamation. Tom looked around for the cause of it. Isabelle stood holding the bag of popcorn in one hand and her mouth in the other hand.

"Are you ok?" Tom asked with concern.

"Oh Tom. I have a piece of corn stuck in my teeth."

Tom began going through his desk looking for a solution. "Hold on, I might have a tooth pick in here somewhere."

"Oh, I don't need a tooth pick." Isabelle said giving Tom flirty eyes "But maybe you could give me a... hand?"

Tom was confused for a moment before remembering their brief affair months ago. She expressed her... unorthodox desires. The popcorn kernel, if it existed at all, was no accident and this afternoon was going to get a lot more interesting.

"Well, I think I can assist you with that." Tom replied rolling up his sleeve and approaching Isabelle.

Isabelle moaned as Tom stuck his fingers into her throat. At first just the finger tips but soon knuckle after knuckle found their way into the Isabelle's welcoming jaws.

At one point Tom felt that he had taken it a bit too far. He quickly withdrew his fingers. After he did Isabelle was gasping for breath. Between the frantic breaths she simple said "More fingers!"

Tom rolled up his other sleeve and dove in once more. Isabelle's cheeks were stretched with the addition of the extra digits and she could not have been in more ecstasy. It was like it was a brand new jar of pickles and you are trying to get a very specific pickle from the jar. It was that except it was her mouth.

During this whole ordeal Sheldon the Squirrel moseyed into the office unannounced.

"Hey Tom I was wondering if you could give me an extension on my loan because... holy Jesus!" Sheldon said discovering the event happening before him.

There was an awkward moment as all parties were unsure of what to do.

"Ohhhhhh" Sheldon finally said "Sheldon's getting in on this!"

Sheldon walked forward and shoved his hand down Isabelle's throat like he was grabbing the last cookie from the cookie jar.

For the next forty five minutes the office was a palace of love. The air was saturated with smells of the trio's love juices and love dookies. Tom and Sheldon worked together exploring every square inch of gums and teeth in Isabelle's sexy pie hole. It only ended when the sensations were too much for any of them to handle.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the three of them exhausted and barely able to stand up.

"Oh my!" Isabelle said "That was incredible."

"You said it!" Sheldon replied "I gotta go home now and take a shower."

"Me too!" said Tom "But maybe tomorrow I'll make some more popcorn."