"Hi, I'm here to work on your computer" I said as I approached your desk. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"It keeps locking-up and I have to keep re-booting it"
"I'm sure I can take care of it for you," I replied.
"If you would scoot your chair back from the desk please, I want to check out the connections."
As you move back from the desk, I can't help but notice your outfit. A blouse, buttoned modestly, with only the top button open. A typical professional skirt that passes the knees, even as you sit. It is early summer and I take note that your legs are bare, and you are wearing clogs on your feet. Your legs, at least what I can see of them, are like your arms, smooth and tan. I wonder to myself wear the tan lines are.
I crawl under the desk and begin checking the wires and connections. As I am under there, I notice you crossing your legs. Nothing to see really, I guess you are always a lady, or at least a professional, at work. Things are looking fine with the wiring, and I tell you so.
"Now what?" you ask.
"Time to check out the CPU," I say, as I start to move from under the desk.
You uncross your legs to switch the leg on top. I swear you flashed me, but maybe I'm just dreaming.
I start by moving aside some of the things on your desk, so I can climb up and check behind the CPU.
"Be careful," you say, "that desk can be pretty slippery."
I have a clean space in front on me and I put my left knee up on the desk. You stand up and come toward me. "Please be careful. I have a fear of falling and I guess I worry about everyone."
"If you would feel better, you could steady my leg," I say. The tone was serious, but I never had anyone take me up on it, so to me, it was a joke.
Then I feel your hand on my left thigh as my right leg goes up on the desk. You are pressing against my thigh to keep it from slipping back off the desk, but I notice you are squeezing it and rubbing it, ever so slightly. Somehow this behavior doesn't fit in with the clothes and the normal attitude I expect, but I pretend not to notice. You can't tell I'm feeling the blood going to my dick, but then I don't notice your face has become flush, and you feel yourself becoming moist.
"Connection are fine, all the hardware seems to be OK," I say. "I guess I'll get down and check out the software."
As I move to back off the desk, you have your hand on my leg to guide it down, and as I move it to the floor, your hand comes up and cups my butt. I feel you squeeze my firm butt before you step back.
"I think we need to run a Scan Disk and then Defrag it," I announce. "Is there something you can do for awhile? This should take an hour or two."
You said you had lots of other work and a lunch break coming. So I start up the programs and said I would check back on their progress in a while.
After I have gone, you think to yourself about grabbing my leg and butt. You can't believe you were so forward, but the fire in your pussy is undeniable. You feel like a teenager again. There are tiny beads of sweat on your forehead. While you aren't sure of how much I noticed, you are clearly turned on and ready for more.
You other work goes poorly because you are thinking about what happened, not about work. You make up your mind to go for it. You want this tech guy. After lunch, you go to the ladies room and put your panties in your purse. You return to your desk and wait, like a predator for the prey.
I, too, went to lunch and thought about what had happened. I know I was turned on by this lady with the long dark hair, but surely she couldn't have known what she was doing. She looks so formal, and yet, the blouse showed an ample chest hidden underneath, and her legs looked great when she flashed me. I was ready to dive between them then, but I wasn't ready to lose my job, so I didn't.
As luck would have it, we return to your desk at the same time. As we walk toward it, I motion for you to go first. I see your dark hair bouncing as you walk. The scent of your perfume smells inviting and I enjoy the sway of your butt. In my mind, your skirt drops, your bend over your desk and I ram it into you. That scene ends abruptly as you turn to me and say I should go to the computer because you have no idea what to look for.