Pam Halpert sat at her desk at Dunder Mifflin and tried to get comfortable. She was 8 months pregnant and the blue fabric of her plaid maternity dress struggled to cover her swollen belly. She shifted again and attempted to distract herself from her discomfort with more work. She absentmindedly played with a curl of brown hair as she skimmed the document in front of her. But she could not get far as she had another problem aside from simple physical discomfort.
Pam was feeling restless again. Nearly nine months pregnant she was still as horny and unsatisfied as ever. While her rare and secret rendezvous with Erin, the new Dunder Mifflin receptionist, were an amazingly helpful reprieve, they were far too uncommon to truly satiate her lust. She had never been an extremely sex driven person, but something about being pregnant caused her to desire human contact and sexual release in a way she had never known.
Jim, who did not seem very attracted to her in the beginning of her pregnancy, had lost all interest in the last few months. He always made an excuse, ranging from reasonable to lame, though it was true he was very stressed at work. Though he did genuinely seem sorry about his lack of attraction to Pam in her pregnant state, this constant rejection hurt Pam emotionally, more than she wanted to admit. However in every other way possible he was the same devoted husband and fantastic man he had ever been so she tried not to be angry with him and just assumed things would get back to normal in the bed room once the baby had arrived.
She tried to concentrate on the invoice documents she was working on, but just could not focus. Her mind kept drifting off to her new... what should she call it? Relationship? Fling? Experiment? Her new "whatever it was" with Erin Hannon. Ever since the two of them had shared that amazing night in the break room they had been all over each other whenever possible. Usually this was when they could both cook up an excuse to stay late in the office. Everyone else would leave and they would have the whole place to themselves. This unfortunately had only happened a few times, and every wonderful, body shaking orgasm that Erin brought her too, left her wanting more...
Pam could not explain what was happening with Erin, for some reasons she still did not consider herself a lesbian, or even bi. This despite the whole litany of things the two of them had done to each other. If she looked at the situation objectively, it definitely seemed like a situation that could be labeled as Sapphic in nature. But with Erin, things were different, the rules were different. At least that is what Pam told herself. Erin took her to a place of relaxation and contentment that was so needed in her stressful life, and for this she was extremely thankful. Erin was one of the kindest and most genuine people she knew. And despite her quirky behavior and silly exterior, she was actually breathtakingly sexy and seductive, and made Pam feel things that no one else ever had.
As she sat there, staring through her computer's monitor, Pam's thoughts floated to Erin's pale but toned legs and how they felt when she wrapped them around her own torso. And to her trim tummy and how she sometimes giggled when she kissed it, as she worked her own lips on a slow path from the petite receptionist's breasts downwards. Then to her small but extremely perky breasts. She loved the shade of pink her nipples were, something akin to bubblegum and just as sweet. She also loved and how they fit perfectly in her hands and how Erin shuddered when she lightly massaged them. As her thoughts moved to the soft tuft of brown hair between Erin's legs, and the sweetness buried within, her own pussy gave a twinge and she could feel it moisten against her plain cotton panties.
"This is ridiculous!" Pam thought to herself, jerking away from the nice little fantasy she had going in her head. "I'm right at my desk, surrounded by coworkers; I need to get control over my dumb body."
She decided to take a walk before she let out an embarrassing moan in front of her fellow employees. She stood up quickly and Jim looked up slightly inquisitively, but did not say anything. She left through the front door determined to take her mind off the tingling she still felt between her legs. She took her time; she found it was required to do so in her state. Every little thing took longer than usual, including going down the steps to the lower floor of the office park. She said hello to Hank, the security guard and stepped outside for a minute. The fresh air felt nice on her face, but still did nothing to quench the feeling she had inside, the need for some sort of physical release. She walked back inside and started to wander absentmindedly through some of the hallways in the lower floor.
She smiled as she passed the room where the Michael Scott Paper Company had once been headquartered. Though it was certainly a complete disaster, it still was a time she remembered fondly, striking out and doing something for herself. The door was slightly ajar, which Pam registered as odd in the back of her mind, but thought nothing more of it. She touched the door lightly with her outstretched palm for a moment, thinking back to when she made her first sales call and when she learned they were being bought out by Dunder Mifflin, and then Pam turned to leave. But something caught her attention.
It was a sound indefinable yet very familiar. There were rustling noises and something rhythmic, something that sounded an awful lot like heavy breathing. Pam listened for a moment, considered turning around and walking quickly back to the office, but her curiosity got the better of her and she leaned closer so she could peer through the small gap between the door and its frame.
There, sitting on top of a large desk, reclined with her back against the wall, was Kelly Kapoor. There was a single floor lamp shining in the otherwise dark room, which was about the size of a large walk-in closet and sparsely decorated. But this light provided plenty of illumination to what was going on.
Pam saw that Kelly was wearing a matching maroon suit consisting of a blazer and knee length skirt. Though "wearing" might have been a strong term for it, as it was in quite a disheveled state. The blazer had been hurriedly shucked off and was lying crumpled beneath Kelly's lower back and bottom. The light pink blouse she was wearing had the first few buttons undone and one of her hands was snaked through the gap, obviously massaging her breasts in a hypnotic pattern.
The skirt was unzipped and pushed partially down her full, mahogany tinted thighs that were bouncing slightly back and forth. This revealing the top of her ornate and probably very expensive cream colored panties.
What Pam was truly transfixed by however, was what was going on underneath those lacy panties. Kelly's small had was running in quick deliberate circles beneath the fabric and the musky smell wafting through the room that Pam was now picking up on left little question of what the Indian customer service rep was doing.
Pam froze at first, and then debated what to do next. "She is my friend, I can't just spy on her like this, it's so creepy! Though... she is in a public space, she can't really expect privacy... What am I thinking, why would I even want to spy on her like some gross peeping tom?!?"
All these internal questions were silenced when Kelly let out a soft whimper.
"hmmmm.... Oh.... Hmmm...."
Kelly was obviously enjoying herself and deciding to take this beyond a simple quickie. She got more comfortable, sliding the skirt the rest of the way off her shapely legs. As it hit the floor, she began to unbutton her blouse as quickly as her fingers with their pink painted nails would allow. As it too fell to the floor she unknowingly presented herself to Pam's furtive eyes dressed only in her matching panties and bra. Kelly let out a sigh of both contentment and yearning at what was to come as she settled back against the wall, this time with her legs spread quite widely apart. Her thighs rested far away from each other, with the soles of her feet touching and the fabric of her underwear stretched, revealing hints of the slightly darker flesh that made up her outer lips.
Any thought Pam had about leaving quickly vanished as she watched Kelly slip one hand back into her panties and let the other slowly trail across her brown Indian skin. Almost subconsciously, Pam's hands too began to slide over her body, running up her thighs, over and around her bulging belly and onwards to cup her breasts, which had grown to massive proportions and sensitivity during these last few weeks of pregnancy.
