Lisa sat at her desk; she could not believe what she had just done. The office was not busy. There were maybe 6 people in the area around her, in an area designed for over 50 people. However, it was not just the situation that surprised her; it was the object of her lust at that moment that bothered her.
Lisa's boss was a good 20 years older than her and, to be frank, he was fat, not her type at all. He wasn't unattractive to look at, but he wasn't somebody you would look back at either. He was funny though; he often made her and others in the office laugh. He was flirty, and did make the girls feel good without ever crossing the line into creepy.
This morning he had had her in stitches, the double meanings of a whole load of things he had said had her and the two other girls in today laughing. The only other man in the team looked quite uncomfortable. Simon really didn't know how to flirt and was quite serious, but they were all friendly with each other.
It was lunchtime now and the only two of them left in the area were Al and her. Al was actually her boss's boss, but he never acted like it; he was always friendly and engaging. While sitting at her desk she had suddenly felt quite horny. She was looking at Al, and without thinking about it, she realised that her hand was putting a little pressure on clit through her skirt. She snapped her hand away.
Lisa started to read the news, hoping her feelings would calm, but as she read, she felt her attention flicking away to look at Al again. With the BBC news in front of her, a picture appeared in her head, Al walking up behind her, standing her up and then bending her over the desk, and she complied with his unspoken requests without complaint.
Lisa pulled her mind back to reality, again admonishing herself for the thoughts, and again she pulled her hand away from her clit. She looked around; there was still nobody here except her and Al, and he appeared to be paying her no attention. Al was smiling at something on his screen. She went back to distracting herself with the news. After a moment her phone buzzed and she looked at her phone. As the screen lit up, the photo of her husband, Pete, appeared. She felt guilty for a moment, but dismissed it; there was nothing wrong with a few inappropriate thoughts. She checked the email that had come in, but it was junk.
As she returned the phone to the desk her mind moved back to her being bent over the desk by Al. He pulled up her skirt gently, slowly, and whispered in her ear, "You have been such a naughty girl, thinking of cheating on your wonderful husband. I will have to punish you."
Lisa was looking across the desk at Al, but her mind was becoming lost in the fantasy. Her hand slipped inside her skirt under the desk, and ran across her silky knickers. As her fingers rested on her clit, her mind pictured those same red silk knickers being exposed to Al, her skirt hanging down her sides, bunched up on her back. Al stroked her cheeks, soft and gentle across her knickers. Under the desk her fingers circled her clit, exciting it. As she looked at Al, she felt heat starting to rise in her pussy, while in her mind the image was progressing. Al's stroking was warm and almost comforting, but then the hand moved away, and returned with a thud, a slap sending waves across her bottom, and a warm heat spreading across it. Then another. And another. She felt her arousal increase in leaps and bounds and the image of Al spanking her naughty arse filled her mind.
With his free hand, Al grabbed her hair, using it to control her body, pulling her back into the spanks that landed on her arse, strong and hard. The sting was intense, but comforting at the same time. It might all be in her imagination, but Lisa could feel the warmth in her nether cheeks. She briefly wondered if the sensation was connected to the very real warmth that was building between her legs as she rubbed her clit under the desk, looking directly at Al. He was absorbed in whatever was in the screen in front of him and hadn't noticed Lisa staring as she rubbed her clit, with more and more vigour.
As the next slap landed, pulling her hair hard in Al's unflinching hand and forcing her legs into the desk, she cried out. Again she had a moment where she was not sure if that slipped out of her mouth in reality, not just in her imagination, but Al had not moved or looked over. The hand stayed on her arse, then stroked across her red and stinging cheeks, playing with the waistband of her red silk panties. Then fingers slipped under them, running oh so slowly down the crack of her arse. The touch was almost too gentle, the slightest caress of her skin. It made her shudder, and she actually felt her body move. Then the finger at the bottom touched her pussy, the moist mess that it was, wanting his fingers. Another shudder from her body. She heard the seat squeak just a little, but it really didn't Matter ; she was there. As she felt his fingers run across her wet pussy lips she climaxed.
Sitting, looking at the object of her desire no more than 10 feet away, her body shuddered in her seat. She fought to keep it still as she bit her lip, stifling the desire to let out the carnal moan that had risen within her. Her fingers pressed into her clit hard, and her head bowed as she relaxed and took a few deep breaths, as quietly as she could. As she looked back up, she straightened herself up and thought, 'I can't believe I just did that.' After she felt more composed, she thought, 'I hadn't even imagined him getting his fingers inside me; I can't believe it was that easy. I can't have a crush on him, he is not my type, and he is far too old.' There was a pause, then she sternly thought to herself, 'And most importantly, I am married.'
Lisa sorted a couple of emails then stood and made her way to the toilet. Inside she splashed a little water on her face, and walked backwards and forwards along the line of stalls, her mind racing, but after a minute she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a glow to her face; her long brown-blonde hair flowed across her shoulders, and her round pretty face looked back at her. Lisa had never thought of herself as pretty, although many people had told her she was. In fact, Al had—a couple of times, actually. Her wide blue eyes, shapely cheeks, thin, straight nose and wide smile always caught the attention of men, she could not deny. Pete had often told her she could have any man she wanted, but she never believed him. She thought he was just a husband who was proud of his wife, and wanting to convince himself he had bagged a stunner.
As she walked back from the toilet, she did feel good; there was a bounce to her step, a bounce that she felt move her breasts as she walked. She didn't have large breasts, but they were not small either. They were a good happy medium, that suited her not-too-slim body, a body that she knew was hot. Al Smiled at her as she returned to her desk, a warm, winning smile that just seemed to lift her mood even higher.
"What?" she said, in an enquiring voice.
"Nothing," he replied. "You just seemed to have a real bounce in your step as you returned then and I can't help but smile at people that look happy."
Lisa laughed, at least he thought she looked happy, not flustered, which is what she felt.
