You're wearing a nice light breezy dress and sitting at your desk. I have arranged for people to have reasons to be in your office constantly all morning. As you come back from getting your coffee, I slip quietly under your desk and wait for you. A co-worker named Mark enters with you and as you slide your chair under your desk, your knee brushes against my head. You are startled but try not to act that way. You casually drop a pen and bending down to pick it up, you see my as I motion for you to be silent. Your meeting with your co-worker continues as I slowly massage your thighs - ever so softly, I can feel the telltale signs of the goose bumps forming telling me that the calluses on my hands, barely touching your supple inner thighs is having the desired effect.
You slowly and instinctively let your legs fall open under your desk and I can feel the heat from your body as I notice the dampness forming on your thong underwear. I am listening to your meeting with your associate and can tell that you have neither interest in nor the faintest idea what he is talking about. I see the change in your breathing and feel your temp rising. I let my fingers wander closer and closer and just as I am about to touch your sex, you gasp audibly. I let my fingers pass within a hair of your engorged clit - again without touching you there. You instinctively slide forward in your chair trying to get closer to the fingers that tantalize your desires. As you do, I withdraw them equally. I let my hardened hands slide up the outside of your thighs and rub your hips gently causing you to stir even further. Finding the straps of your thong, with your male co-worker just across the desk, I slide your thong from your wanton body. I can smell your sex wafting from your now dripping pussy and you know that your co-worker must be able to smell your arousal as well.
You let your legs fall further open as your associate says something about finishing the meeting later. As Mark stands to leave, you can not possibly help but notice the tent forming in his slacks and wonder if that discoloration by his zipper was pre-cum from smelling your wetness.
You push your chair back and as you bend down to tell me to take you right then right there on your desk, that hot blond with the tight ass and perfect breasts raps lightly on the doorframe and walks in while closing the door. She asks if you have a minute and says that she just needs to talk to someone. She and her boyfriend have apparently been struggling lately and he took her to a sex club. At first she says that she was not in to it but after being ravaged by twenty men and fifteen women in one night, she can't stay out of the place. She is addicted to wanton sex with no regrets or remorse.
