The Training Session

Sharon was in customer service; working in a call center, sitting at her desk, taking call after call and getting very bored, when her supervisor came by and asked if she wouldn't mind having a member of the training class listen to her calls for a few hours.

She didn't mind. She never did really, she thought, "we all had to learn somehow" and it was easier to put it all into context in the process of a real call, than to sit in a training class day after day. That...and it would break up her day a bit to have a trainee to explain things to.

Jeff, the trainer, eventually came by with the new hire. This new employee was quite sharply dressed, which was always a turn on for Sharon. She decided to call him Mr. Sexy in her head. Mr. Sexy sat down and she connected the headsets so he could hear her talking as well as hear the customer. It had been a fairly steady day but as everyone was back from lunch, the queue was full and there was a bit of a lull between calls, so they talked.

At first they talked business. How was training? Jeff was a fun trainer. How much longer is left to training?

Soon, they were discussing other things. Nothing of importance but the conversation flowed because there was a very strange, instant connection between them. Heat radiated between them in her little cubicle. As they talked, she blushed more, became flushed and Mr. Sexy moved in closer to her to "see the screen better" when a call finally did come in.

His leg brushed hers, once, twice, then stayed pressed against hers. She could feel the fabric of his slacks against her bare knee. Her skirt was pushed up her thighs just slightly due to her seated position. Her heart rate increased from the contact and her cheeks flushed again. Mr. Sexy leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, with his hands clasp just inches from her leg. She couldn't take her eyes off his fingers. He shifted forward just a little further until the back of his finger stroked her knee...she stopped breathing.

She was letting a perfect stranger touch her, in the office and she knew she shouldn't allow it. She knew it was wrong but she didn't care. It just felt so good. She shifted her leg to allow him better access to her thigh and he slid his hand over her knee. The feeling of his warm palm on her naked flesh made her breath faster. Mr. Sexy began to slide his hand further up her thigh...

'BEEP'...crap! Call....

"Thank you for calling customer service, my name is Sharon, how may I help you?" she said automatically, because she'd done it a million times before. Mr. Sexy didn't pull his hand away, in fact just kept moving it up her thigh further and further still. She was able to focus on the customer in the beginning and tune out what he was doing and where his hand was going because it was her job and she was very good at her job. She faltered when he reached the edge of her panties...but found a way to keep going. When she looked over at Mr. Sexy, he was looking very intently at her computer screen like he was paying attention to the call and not at all to what his hand was doing.

As she talked to the customer and they explained their issue to her, his finger pushed aside her panties and slid over to stroke her outer lips. Her hands began to shake and she forgot what she was saying to the customer so had to stop and start again. His finger moved to part her lips and instantly was able to feel how wet she was and stroked, up and down, up and down, up and down. She had to mute her microphone to hide the quiet gasp at the friction he created.

His finger, wet, was joined by another and both became completely covered with the wetness of her. Both fingers slid into her and started to move, in and out, in and out, in and out, while his thumb stroked her clit. She couldn't breathe but had to remain cool for the customer.

When her orgasm approached, the customer was still prattling on about his issues...she frankly had no idea what he was talking about. She muted her mic and rode the impending wave. Her eyes fluttered back as she leaned back in her chair to allow him better access, panting and unmuting the mic periodically to give the required verbal nod to the customer "...ah..." "I understand." "I see" "Ah huh"

Her body started to shake as her orgasm came upon her. She pulsated around his fingers and stopped breathing as she became overcome by the waves. She struggled to catch her breath as she took the customer off mute and tried to reiterate her points to him as they neared the end of the call. Mr. Sexy slowly pulled his hand away from her core and she could feel the wetness of her on his fingers, against her thigh as he moved his hand from under her skirt.

When she glanced over at his face, he was still looking at the screen of her computer and slid each finger, one by one, into his mouth and sucked all of her from each digit.

"Thank you for calling," she said "Have a wonderful day."