The staff meeting was dragging on and on, as they usually did. I squirmed in my seat, wishing that I'd taken just a few extra minutes to take care of the ached between my thighs that was rapidly becoming a desperate need. I had awakened late, though, and I didn't want to call in sick, or be late for work. I crossed my legs, and clenced my thighs, hoping for some relief. It was going to take more than that, this time.
Beside me sat one of my best friends at work. He had been one of the first to greet me when I first started the job about two years ago. We had never dated, but we had flirted, and played some, occasionally groping in the office as much for the thrill as anything. When I crossed my leggs, my foot bumped his leg. I turned to mouth, "Sorry" and moved my foot. His eyes flicked down to my chest. I knew that look all too well. My nipples were hard, and he knew it. I turned, and looked toward the manager again, and an instant later I felt his hand slide up my thigh under the table, stopping when he reached the top of my thigh high stockings. I sucked in my breath, and let it out slowly as he worked his way back down.
A moment later, I felt something drop into my lap. I looked down, and found a folded piece of paper there. Surreptitiously I opened it, and read, "About Ready?"
