A Passionate Employee Ch 01 05

Introduction

This story is the continuation of Claire's adventures, from the series "How I Got Into Exhibitionism". You do not need to have read it to understand this story, just know that Claire have discovered and accepted her sexual appetite in that story, and now she can only go further. So, if you find Claire to be too audacious, it's only because she is not a virgin anymore!

Important note: this is a translation of a French story, I hope you will forgive my limitations in this regard.

Enjoy!

My life is finally beginning, my professional life at least. My name is Claire, I'm 25 years old and I am no longer a student, today is the first day of my first real job! I recently obtained a Master's degree in business management, and I because I love books, I really wanted to work in the publishing industry. And this summer I managed to get hired, for a French company, but only at a junior position. This line of work is particularly limited in France, and everyone has to start low, before climbing the ladder and achieving a higher rank job. At least that's what I've been told.

My workplace is in a business area in the far suburbs of Paris, and Margaret was asked to take care of me for my first day. Margaret is a middle-aged lady, probably over 50 years of age, with a sad face. As I follow her, I get distracted by her huge bottom giggling left and right until we finally arrive to my desk. I get introduced to my new colleagues, and I'm talked about the main tasks I will have to perform on a daily basis. Very soon, I know where the toilets are, I become acquainted with the coffee machine, and an expert with the photocopier. It is still the first day and I can feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, to them I am that curious new little thing who doesn't know where she has landed.

And also, I am not dressed properly; this morning I hesitated a lot and I finally chose a rather neutral suit that is killing me because of the heat. It is the end of the summer, and around me the women are all wearing light dresses, while men are in short pants and tee-shirts. I was expecting a rigid dress-code but there is none and I feel ridiculous. This feeling is even worse because this summer I started to enjoy wearing very scarce clothing, but I was afraid to make a bad impression if I showed up in a mini-skirt for my first day.

I must say that since this summer, I am finally at peace with my body; my teenage years were not kind with me but now I find myself to be a good-looking woman with a nice body. I am not particularly tall but I am slim and my tiny breasts have long nipples that I find very cute. My brown eyes and my fair hair give me a nice look, but I am still what I would call a normal girl. I can usually walk in the street without anyone noticing me, but sometimes I enjoy being more provocative and make heads turn on me. Tomorrow my colleagues will see me in a better shape!

But at this moment, my first day is going slowly. I have been trained to use the computer system, to check the stocks, to find the templates for writing my future reports. Then I have been given my first real task, sorting out documents from the archives, and it is taking me the rest of the day. What I can say after this first day is that I had zero fun, but you have to start somewhere...

The following days are just the same, and the boredom is so high that my mind uses every opportunity to escape somewhere. In the open space where I work, I have a neighbor on my left who must be 30 years old at most, probably an athlete and I have to make an effort to stop staring at his sexy ankles. But on the other side of my desk there is a woman who is approximately the same age, and when she sits, I can see the top of her thigh and the bottom of a tattoo she seems to have on her hip. Her top is covering her chest but I can imagine her curves beneath. As you can imagine, I spend every toilet breaks I have to play with myself. On my first day I was too intimidated for that, on my second day I am already masturbating on my work place!

Days are passing, and I meet more and more people, I also help at the building reception and despite all the different things I have to learn every day, I can't help but to be deeply bored. One day for lunch, I decide to take a walk around the building and see what is around it. I find a shop where I buy myself a sandwich, and as I try to find a nice spot to eat it, a sudden rain starts to fall on me and I start running toward the nearest shop. I could have entered any other shop, but I decided on this sex shop that I had noticed a few days ago, using the rain as an excuse in case anyone would ask questions about it.

When I enter the shop, my clothes are wet and you can see the underwire of my bra under my top, but nothing too embarrassing. The shop is almost empty, just one customer further and a girl at the counter who welcomes me into her establishment. She has a striking look, her hair is very black, her dark eyes are made even darker because of an excessive use of eyeliner, she has several piercings in her ears, in her nose, and most likely in other places too. She also has tattoos on both her arms and on her cleavage, and from what I see I can guess that the chest tattoo must be very big. Since we are basically alone in the shop, we engage the conversation.

- Hello, is it OK if I stay here until the rain stops?

- Of course, babe, as long as you have a look at our products!

- Is there something you are recommending?

- Depends on what turns you on, you have porn DVDs just there, the lingerie and other clothes are just further with a changing room, and right there you will find a whole range of sex-toys to any possible taste.

Her manners make me feel a bit weird, she acts like we are already friends, but she actually looks friendly, despite her look that is drastically different from mine. We chat a little, and I learn that her name is Lola and she has been working here for a year and a half. Out of curiosity, I try to provoke her.

- You must have tried lots of sex-toys then, have you?

- Not that much actually, I'm not really into phallic stuff if you know what I mean. But I do like the vibrating eggs, especially if you want to masturbate in the bus without anyone noticing!

- I never needed accessories to masturbate, does it really make a difference?

- Yes, it does, and it can really be intense. You can try all you want, you will never be able to produce the same sensations with your fingers, particularly if you like to make things last for a long time. Don't get me wrong, I love to use my fingers to masturbate, but toys are just something different. Frankly, if I had one on me right now, I would have offered you to try but you would call me a dirty weirdo, she said laughing.

- Haha, who knows, maybe you just missed a sale because of that! But anyway, I don't think I can afford anything at this moment. I just started a job and I will only be paid in a few weeks. So, I'll just have to stick with the fingers for the moment!

As the discussion with Lola goes on, and her joyful mood is contaminating me, the customer who was checking the lingerie earlier got closer to us. The man is quite tall, forty-something, with short grey hair, big round glasses and a short beard. He looks like a professor with the body and suit of a rich executive. As I was telling that I could not buy the sex-toy that Lola was trying to sell me, he intervenes.

- Excuse-me ladies, I overheard your conversation and I would like to offer you a deal, if you are interested.

- What are you offering exactly? I ask, intrigued.

- Nothing too sordid, worry not. You see, I have a taste for women's panties, used panties in particular, but it is a product I can only find online. My proposition is to buy your panty, if you find the deal acceptable of course, and in exchange I would buy you a vibrating egg of good quality. It goes without saying that you can use the changing room to remove your underwear.

- You really have some nerves!

- But he is short on panties, what a perv! Adds Lola with a laugh.

- I can see that you are not interested, I will not insist.

Surprised by his polite response and his tact, and actually interested in his proposition, I take his arm as he was leaving and in a confident move, I remove my panty right in front of these two people I had never met a moment before. I feel very proud of myself to be able to dare that kind of things, a couple of month ago, I would never have dared to enter a sex-shop! He takes my panty with his eyes fixed on mine, as he puts the garment to his nose to smell my private parts. I hold his gaze, hoping that he would not ask for more, I do have a job and my lunch break is almost done! But he keeps his promise, puts the piece of clothing in his poker and indicates to Lola the toy he wants to offer me.

- Miss, I would like to buy this product please. Here is my credit card.

- Very well, would you like a gift wrap?

- No Lola, I say with a smile. I don't thing it will be necessary.

- By the way, Miss, says the man to Lola, would you be interested in a similar transaction? Eggs for panties?

- Don't bother dude, I'm a lesbian and it's not today that patriarchy will get me.

- I understand. Ladies, I wish you a very pleasant afternoon.

And then, the man leaves the shop. Lola and I look at each other, and burst in laughing. She could not believe I would take off my undergarments like that, especially in public. But she soon realizes that I like this kind of games when I ask her help with the toy. She opens the box and puts the content on the counter. Instead of an egg, it's more like a tiny pink whale and I understand that the body of the whale will go in my vagina, and I will use its tail to remove it from me. Lola gets close to me as I lift my skirt and open my legs to invite her to do the first insertion. As a proper female genitalia expert, Lola wants to be sure that I'm well lubricated so she kneels in front of me, and puts her tongue right between my vagina lips. She quickly realizes that I am already very wet, so she places the egg on my lips and gently pushes my new friend inside me. Once it is completely inside me, she gives me a soft kiss on my clitoris and rises up to help me download and configure the app to control it.

I would lie if I said I was very effective this afternoon. All my thoughts were on my sex and the egg in it. It is randomly but regularly vibrating -- Lola advised me to start with the lowest strength until I was used to it. Sat at my desk, I constantly check that my skirt is covering my legs well enough, and I find that skirt way too short now. I am afraid that my colleagues will see the whale's tail coming out of my skirt, as a pink beacon in the darkness of my underskirt, guiding the seamen toward my wet shores. I am faced with a dilemma, a part of me would like to go home right away, change clothes, relief my excitement, but on the other side I am terrified that when I stand there will be a very explicit stain on my chair, and everybody would know that my pussy juices are loose. I have to calm myself, so I make an effort to focus on my job, for once the boredom will be to my advantage, there is no libido who can survive the tasks I have been given.

More days pass and I begin to find my own rhythm between work time and pleasure time. I really do want to succeed here, and to do so I absolutely have to tame my naughty thoughts. But doing so appears to be much more complicated than I anticipated when I'm asked to participate in a meeting where the editorial director will assist. The editorial director is one of the most important people in a publishing company, so I was already nervous. And my agitation increases even more when I see who that man is, he is the man who I sold my panty to! And he recognizes me too, he is smiling but he doesn't talk to me, I'm nothing important in that meeting. What a complete idiot I am, I made a fool of myself in front of the big boss, and now I learn that his office is just two floors above mine, my life has just become much more complicated. And to make things worse, he has summoned me in his office.

- Hello Claire, I must say that I was surprised earlier when I realized that you were our new employee.

- I was surprised too, if I had known who you were I would never have behaved as I did, says I with my eyes staring at my feet.

- On the contrary, it was the best purchase that I made in a very long time! Speaking of purchase, I hope you have been able to test your gift, and that it pleases you?

- Yes Sir, I really like it, thank you.

- Oh, please don't be so formal and call me Pierrick, just like everyone. I know it must be weird to you, but I'm only twenty-two years older than you, I'm not a dinosaur, yet. But I would be grateful if you could keep to yourself that story about the sex-shop, that would be best for everyone. You certainly don't want your colleagues to know that part of your life, I certainly don't want that myself.

- No of course, Pierrick, I prefer to keep that a secret.

- So, tell me Claire, are your wearing your toy at this moment?

- No, but it is in my purse.

- Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine that you got used to it real fast, and that you are able to have it on you for hours now?

- It is quite true, yes, I really enjoy feeling it in me when I'm going home after work. But it is difficult when I'm not wearing panties, as it gets harder to hide it.

- Are you telling me that you were not wearing anything during that meeting? He asks me, sincerely surprised.

- Oh no, I was wearing panty, definitely.

- Yes of course, and I apologize for having thought that you would do such a thing. Sometimes my imagination can be a bit extravagant. But I still believe that you are a very playful young woman, and I would like to know you better, would you like that?

- Are you actually asking me to have sex?

- No, of course not, that would be very inappropriate given my position and yours in the company. I was thinking of little games between us, just the two of us, and obviously unknown to anyone else. We would not want to be caught, do we?

- You seem to know me well already, I do like to play such games in public places, and the work place offers many possibilities. It is always more fun when it's risky.

At this moment, someone knocks at the door. It is Margaret, the woman who was in charge of me the day I arrived. She tries to smile at me with her hollow eyes, then goes towards Pierrick's desk with a pile of papers to sign. I am still in the office, standing in her back, and I have an idea. With my feet, I push the door quietly, just enough to cover me a little. My heart is pounding, but I want to show my determination to Pierrick by removing my panty discreetly without Margaret noticing it. Pierrick tries to concentrate on the papers on his desk, but he is not missing anything from the show I'm performing just for him. Once I'm finally free from the textile oppression, I raise my skirt to prove to my director that I completed my challenge. Pierrick got stunned by the image of my bare pussy, with Margaret unattractive face in the foreground, and I barely have the time to put my skirt back in order when she turns her head to see what the big man was staring at.

- Do you still need me Pierrick? I say to diffuse the situation.

- No Claire, you can go, I hope you will enjoy working with us, he replies with a smile.

As I was leaving the office, I pass by the coat rack and I slip the underwear in the pocket of Pierrick's jacket. From that day on, Pierrick and I crossed paths several times in the hallways of the building, and each time I tried to find something naughty to do, such as flashing my chest or lifting my skirt. Especially when I was not wearing my sex-toy. But until now, it has always been me who showed some bravery. Pierrick was always reluctant to perform exhibitionism at work, and I really can't blame him, given his responsibilities. He could lose a lot, when for me it only motivates me to work more, so I could get the chance to meet him more often.

But today, as I'm leaving the building to go home, I receive a text from Pierrick, asking me to turn around and look in direction of his office. At the third floor, I see him behind the bay window, trousers at his feet, masturbating! He must have locked his door to do such a dangerous thing, and I can imagine his fear of being seen. I'm all alone in the parking area at this moment, but more people will come soon. He may be a bit far, but anyone knowing Pierrick would know who is the masturbator. I feel the need to help him, so I turn around and sit on the ground with my legs wide open. A few seconds later, Pierrick receives a selfie of me, with my vagina in the front of the picture, a pink piece of plastic coming out of it, above it my face and above my shoulder, a man masturbating in his office. When I get on my feet and look at him, I see spurts of semen dripping on the window.

I go home with a sense of fulfillment, and a renewed excitement. Thank you so much Pierrick for playing this game with me!!