Mmm - that precum makes a little wet spot on your pants. Be careful, the office will wonder why you never stand up anymore... Or maybe it's the erection that strains through your pants all afternoon as you think about our lavish sex this morning. The air in your office still has a hint of musk, or maybe that's the aroma from my panties in your drawer.
Speaking of panties, I'm finding it really hard to focus on my job at my desk and when the breeze from the open window is delicately whispering against my pussy lips. I cross my legs trying to avoid the draft but it just puts pressure on my clit which is still humming from your fingers. I squirm a little, side to side, naughtily enjoying the twinges of arousal as my thighs squeeze my slowly engorging clit.
You see me squirming and page me to come to your office. A heated blush creeps up my face and I smile discreetly to myself. I turn in my chair to face your open door, your desk is very close by and you have straight line of vision to my chair. I uncross my legs slowly and spread them apart, giving you a view of my pantiless pussy. We lock eyes and I bite my lower lip sexily, knowing that drives you wild. You mouth to me to come in.
I rise and make my way into your office, shutting the door as I enter. What can I do for you, do you have a problem I can help fix?
You roll your chair back from your desk and show me what the problem is. I think I can help you with that; I am not a doctor, but I remember some training from my Red Cross classes on what to do for swollen members.