My name's Nicole. I live in Silicon Valley, California, where I work for a tech company that's been around long enough to not really be considered a start-up anymore. In fact, we broke even for the first time last year, so we'll probably be around for a while yet. I'll leave you to guess which company I'm talking about- I wouldn't want this to be too easily recognizable, and you'll see why!
I'm 5'7'', a little taller than average height, and I have the legs to prove it. My ass sticks out just enough to be worth a second look, and my tits are big enough to balance my figure out. I have typical "California girl" blond hair and a surfer's tan (I spend most weekends out on the beach).
I've always been a sexual person. From the time I was ten I knew that remaining a virgin till marriage wasn't for me, and I lost my virginity to my first boyfriend when I was sixteen. I was way more into sex than he was, actually, which was why we broke up soon after: I hear he and his boyfriend are very happy together. Men usually stare as I walk by.
Anyway, this story starts when the company where I work hired a feng shui consultant to "improve employee performance" by "harmonizing the flow of positive energy within the workplace environment". This is interesting for two reasons. First, it gives you an idea of what it's like to work for a medium-size software company in the Bay Area- they're always hiring some crazy consultant to come in and disrupt our lives for three or four days and then leave again with (usually) no noticeable chance in either employee performance or happiness. Second, this consultant suggested a change that Management actually implemented: curtains in the doorways of our cubicles.
The curtains sure did improve this employee's "performance." Before the curtains were in place, if I ever felt the need to "relieve some stress" in the middle of the workday I'd have to sneak into the restroom and prop myself up on one of the toilets (butt on the seat, high-heeled shoes wedged in each corner of the stall, fingers in pussy... you know the drill). Now I can pull the drapes over the opening and fuck myself silly in the comfort of my very own desk chair. As long as I'm quiet, no one can tell what I'm doing.
I've really gotten used to this arrangement. I even started bringing some of my not-inconsiderable stock of sex toys to work. One of the other consultants Management brought in a while back advised the purchase of filing cabinets that actually lock for the employees. Management is supposed to have a key to these, of course, but it turns out that the locking mechanism is very easy to take out and replace, so I went and bought myself another lock and installed it late one night when everyone else had gone home. Now I have my own private store of goodies that I take out on my lunch breaks when the curtain's closed and I'm alone.
If they hadn't hired six-foot-five Jim, this could have gone on forever (as far as I was concerned). But one day I was sitting in my chair with my feet on the desk, my head tipped back in ecstasy, fingers on my clit and dildo in my cunt as usual, when I hear this polite throat-clearing noise. Of course I assumed it had nothing to do with me, so I continued thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy while rubbing my clit with two fingers. Then it happened again. I finally opened my eyes and looked up to see Jim's nose poking over the wall of my cube.
