Without a doubt, the hottest girl in my office was Laurie, she was absolutely stunning. She was tall and thin with long legs and a tiny waist. Her sweet, innocent face made her look about nineteen but, in fact, she was in her late twenties. Her long silky brown hair was a contrast to her pale, milky skin. Despite her tiny frame she had full round breasts that looked remarkably perky. Laurie's best asset though, was her arse. I'll admit I'm an arse guy in general but hers was fantastic, I often thought I could just stare at it for hours. It was pert and firm all the guys in the office were mesmerised by it as she walked by, some of them not as subtle as others.
I sometimes wondered if she even knew how gorgeous she was. She had a confident, assured strut that would suggest she knew all eyes were on her, but she wasn't a confident person really. If she was making a joke or getting frustrated, her face would go an adorable flushed pink colour. She was such a sweet girl but I could never quite work her out. Some days I felt like she was almost teasing us, knowing how much we all wanted her, but she was so innocent it was difficult to believe she was doing it on purpose.
Somehow she managed to make her outfits an almost impossible balance between conservative/office appropriate, and jaw droppingly sexy. If she wore a skin tight dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, she would wear matching tights to distract from the length. Sometimes she would wear flared skirts that showed off her gorgeous legs but with a cardigan that somehow made it seem almost innocent. Most of her clothes were practically skin tight but somehow she made them look smart and professional.
I concluded that she knew the effect she was having on us and I think she liked the attention. The two of us got on well but she was very reserved and careful not to get too flirty with any of the guys.
I'd been working some late evenings recently and one night it got to around 19:30 and there were just three of us left in the office. Laurie came over to my desk to ask my opinion on some paperwork as Sammy picked up some documents and walked off. She sat down next to me and crossed her long, gorgeous legs. She was wearing a pair of skin tight grey trousers with a high waist, and a tight black top. We discussed the papers for a few minutes when she knocked her pen off the desk and, as she swivelled her chair away from me and bent down off it to reach the pen, she gave me a perfect view of her perfect arse. She had continued speaking but as she popped back up and swivelled around to face me again, she trailed off mid-sentence.
Shit. I darted my gaze back up to her face but it was too late. She'd seen me staring at her arse and was now looking dead into my eyes with a blank expression. I frowned questioningly as if I didn't know why she had paused when, to my surprise, a cheeky smile spread across her face. With a confidence I hadn't seen before, she said, with a suspicious tone "you alright there?"
"Er... Fine" I stumbled, feigning confusion.
"You were checking me out weren't you" she accused. Since she was still smiling I figured she wasn't mad, so I decided to own up.
"Maybe?" I said coyly.
She hesitated for a moment before exhaling deeply and replying "okay."
As she paused again, I wondered where she was going with this until she continued "don't worry, I check you out sometimes too."
Any chance I had at seeming cool went out the window as my eyes opened wide but I also noticed she was beginning to go that adorable shade of pink.
"Really?" I questioned.
Ignoring the question, she replied "I've heard the rumours about you, you know. About you and Carla, you and Katie, and then about Deborah..."
I remembered now, there had actually been a number of rumours about me going around the office and I was glad now that I never denied any of them, even if only one of them had any truth to it. I'd never dated Deborah, we were just good friends but she was smoking hot so the rumours weren't doing me any harm.
"Yeah I heard something about Deborah" I said casually, still trying to play it cool. She was a brighter shade of pink now and I saw her eyes briefly drop to my waist as she went on "She was gorgeous and she seemed obsessed with you, is it... is it true?" I honestly wasn't sure what she'd heard but I tried not to let on.
"That depends which part" I replied. Clearly blushing now, she lowered her voice and said "I heard you're pretty big." Her eyes again dropped to my waist, where they now lingered.
It was true, I was quite proud of my thick seven inches but I wasn't quite sure how that rumour started. Deborah and I were quite open with each other about our sex lives, maybe someone just over heard something and misunderstood.
Nervously, she ventured again "so, is it true?"
"What's it worth to find out" I replied, amazed at how calmly I was handling this.
"I'm sure we can think of something" she said in a hushed voice.
As I sat there in disbelief, she moved her hand over and slowly began to run it up my thigh. I couldn't believe what was happening, the untouchable angel of my
office was actually hitting on me! We were still side by side, facing my desk, so I slid my hand between her back and the chair and, as she leaned in towards me, her hand reached the tip of my dick as it rested against my thigh. It was like a jolt of electricity and I could feel my dick twitch at her touch. As our faces met she let out a soft "mmm" and gently pressed her lips against mine.
As we started to kiss a bit more passionately, she pressed her hand further and harder between my legs and grabbed my dick, which was rapidly stiffening. She broke off the kiss with a mischievous smile and whispered "ooh, you are big." With that she suddenly rose out of her seat, swung her right leg over mine to straddle me, and lowered herself down on my lap, facing me. She brought her face back down to mine and pressed our lips back together while I instinctively reached my hands around and clasped them firmly over her arse. It was just as perfect as I had imagined, firm and tight, I ran my hands over it and squeezed firmly.
Laurie broke off the kiss again, pressed her torso against mine with her arm between us, and rose up slightly. She lined her hand up with my belt and slipped it into my trousers as she breathlessly said "I want to see it hard."
Still in disbelief that Laurie was coming on to me, and so forcefully at that, I just sat there barely breathing while she rummaged around for the fly of my boxers. Just as she found the opening and my dick jumped again as her hand made contact with it, I heard a door being opened out in the corridor.
Quickly, Laurie whipped her hand out of my trousers and jumped from my lap back to her seat, just in time for Sammy to walk back in and sit back at her desk. Shit, talk about bad timing, the hottest girl I knew was seconds from grabbing my dick and now she was sat next to me, flushed, but calm as if nothing had happened.
When we had finished our original conversation, Laurie stood up, turned her back to me and stretched a little, clearly teasing me with her perfect figure, before heading back to her own desk. Almost immediately, an email popped up from her saying "are you still hard?" Not really knowing what to say I replied "trying not to be." The email came straight back with her reply "come over... unzipped."