I was startled when he walked into the room. Clearly caught goofing off and spinning around in my work chair, I bit my lower lip and grinned sweetly at him. I'm sure my green eyes were twinkling as I tried to look innocent. He just chuckled a bit and shook his head.
"So, this is what you do when I am not around, huh girl?" he asked.
Oh, dilemma, dilemma. I couldn't say no, I'd be a big fat liar. I didn't want to say yes because I really don't goof off all the time when he isn't around. I decided the happy middle that gave the safest and yet totally truthful answer would be best.
"Sometimes, Sir."
He took a few steps closer. I had to fight the urge to spin in my chair and crossed my feet on the floor instead. I was starting to get a very vulnerable feeling as he took a few more steps closer. It was only when he was looming over me that I remembered my skirt was pushed up around my waist. I guess my innocence went out the door right then.
"What were you doing?" he asked, his eyes drifting down over my body and landing at the top of my thighs.
I could feel the warm blush creep into my cheeks and wondered how I was going to get out of this.
I stammered a bit. "I.. I. well, I was.."
His brows lifted in obvious curiosity, doubt and encouragement for me to continue with my story.
"Well, Sir, it's just working here all day with you in such close proximity, I can't help but get turned on and I was, yes, well, I was.. Oh, you know!" I rambled out in a flustered and excited tone.
He walked around me and gave the back of my chair a firm spin. I giggled and caught myself before I toppled over. Just as quickly he reached out, put his big hand on my shoulder and stopped the spinning.
"You're basically telling me you have been playing with yourself and it is all my fault, correct?"
I was quiet for a few seconds. Yes, I did it again. My mouth just opens and then before I know it my foot is in it. Thank goodness my feet aren't stinky because they're always ending up in my mouth.
"It isn't your fault that I was playing with myself. No, no, Sir. But it is because of you that I was. I can't help it, it just happens. I think of you, my panties get wet, my belly flutters down deep and before I know it...."
He laughed. "Slut. So show me how you masturbate at work for me, because of me."
I spun my chair around so that I was facing my desk, away from him, and slowly slid my hand down between my legs, knowing full well that he really wanted to watch me.
He gave the chair a little kick and I was facing him. My face lit up in child-like delight at the silliness.
"Now show me like I said." His firm voice hit my inner core and I melted.
Slowly my right hand was slipping down into my panties, sliding beneath the little lace material, and a finger grazed over my clit. Rubbing in small circles, I was self-conscious with him mere inches from me and watching so intently.
He started talking, telling me about his day and how his mother wants us to come over on Tuesday for dinner. I was getting distracted and flustered. I wanted to remember what he was telling me, but his voice was sexy and soothing and sensual. I really just wanted to orgasm.
I let a couple fingers delve inside my warm pussy, stroking and caressing. My left hand grabbed the bottom hem of my skirt and pulled it up to my mouth and I bit the soft material. Soon my fingers were slipping in and out, rubbing my swelling clit and my body was arching.
At some point my body slid down in the chair until I was almost on my knees with my ass resting barely on the edge of my chair. Muttering and moaning, my fingers worked my clit with experience and expertise as I became a puddle of sweet wetness there before his eyes.
