For the tenth time in the last hour, Dena looked up at the clock on her wall, and then down at her watch. Five forty-five, and still two people at their desks in the outer office, which she could see through the glass walls of her private office. It's Friday night, people! she thought to herself. Don't you have homes! Go!
As if hearing her thoughts, the last two rose from their desks and began collecting their things, ready at last to start off the weekend. Dena quickly looked down at the work on her desk she'd been pretending to work on for the last two hours, so that they wouldn't catch her watching them. She allowed herself a smile, and reached a hand down between her legs, pressing the tips of her fingers against the front of her lacey black g-string. She felt the sopping wetness there, and the sensation brought on by the pressure made her sigh and bite her lower lip. She was very ready to start the weekend also, but first she needed everyone gone from the office.
"Sure you don't want to join us, Dena?" The question startled her, but Dena managed not to jerk her head up too quickly. One of the last two co-workers, Will, stood in the doorway to her office, looking first at her and then at the piles of paperwork on her desk. "All that crap will still be here for you when Monday rolls around, but margaritas are only 2 for 1 tonight."
"That's just it. I'd rather get it off my desk tonight then wait until Monday."
Everything on her desk was already done—she'd finished it hours ago, knowing that by this time in the afternoon her attention would be consumed by anticipation. But she'd left it on her desk to complete the illusion of being swamped. "You guys go tie one on, and maybe I'll join you next week."
"I swear, Dena, I'm starting an office fund to buy you a life for Christmas. Don't work too hard, okay?" Will waved and headed for the office exit. Once he was out of sight she pulled her phone from her purse and made the call she'd been aching to make for hours.
"Everybody's gone, babes," she said, sounding out of breath. "Hurry up and get here so you can fuck me."
The truth was that fucking in Dena's office had been Tom's idea originally. "I've always had this fantasy about it, ever since I saw it in a porn flick when I was a teenager," he'd confessed one night while they were lying in bed after an intense fuck session. "When you told me you had your own office, it was the first thing I thought of!" Since they'd met and become intimates, Tom had gone out of his way to help Dena live out fantasy after fantasy, and so without hesitation she replied, "Well, we'll have to do something about making that happen, won't we?"
The strange thing was that as they picked the day they were going to do it, and as Dena prepared throughout the week, making sure there were no late appointments that Friday, making sure the small real estate agency she worked for didn't have security cameras in the agents' offices (she'd never bothered to ask before then), she'd found herself growing so excited about it that by that afternoon she'd found it hard to breathe at times. To breathe, and not to duck into the ladies room to stuff her hand up her skirt and give her clit and pussy some sweet relief. But she managed to maintain her self-control while all the other employees were still around, and so by this time she was absolutely soaked.
Well, she thought with a wicked grin, now that everyone's gone, there's no harm in warming up a little.
Dena stood up to draw the shades of her office windows, both the ones facing the outer office and the once facing outside, closed. Then she sat back down in her high-backed leather chair, and turned it towards the window behind her. Tilting the chair back, she placed her feet, now free of her pumps, up high on the window sill, her legs apart. Her hands started low, from the tops of her thighs, pulling the hem of her skirt up as they moved up and in between her legs. When her fingertips reached the dampened gusset of her panties, waves of pleasure radiated from her crotch, up through her torso to her shoulders and neck, making the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. Her head fell back softly to rest against the back of the chair, her eyes closing, a whimper escaping from her lips.
She rubbed the soft wet material against her clit, starting from just above the fleshy mound and pressing her fingers hard as the tips moved down, drawing the material along with them. She inhaled deeply and bit her lower lip, feeling her temperature rising with each touch. Her fingers moved over her lips, and she pressed the material against them, moving them in an oval, tracing the shape of her lips, slowly at first, then quickening her pace as her need grew and grew.
When she couldn't take the teasing anymore she pulled aside her panties. The first direct touch at her clit made her cry out. She placed her index and middle fingers on either side of her clit and squeezed it between them, tugging at it. Slowly, she started to circle it, over and over, her fingertips wet and slick. Her breathing quickened as her motions did. She pressed the back of her head deeper into the chair headrest, eyes tightly shut. She felt her orgasm building, the ache for release that had been pent up all day long, stoked by thoughts of that evening's plan, of Tom fucking her all over the office, the way he'd described to her the night they'd made the plan. It was all too much, and she couldn't wait any longer.
A loud groan escaped from deep in the back of her throat when she pushed her index and middle fingers into her pussy. She thrust them deep, all the way to the knuckle, and curled her fingers toward her palm. She pressed her fingertips along her inner walls, the sensation nearly overwhelming her. She reached her other hand down to rub at her swollen clit. She circled over it with the fingers of her left hand as the fingers of her right curled and straightened inside her. She parted them, moving them like a pair of scissors, opening and closing, pushing against the tight squeezing of her walls. She was close, so close, and she rushed towards it, her hands a blur.
