My first experience in an office came after securing employment in a large company's finance department after leaving college. It was a stop-gap to a more prestigious position elsewhere, but I took it for the experience even though I didn't need the income, as I had bought a property with money from an inheritance and had a healthy income from rentals. The two men I worked with had become friendly over the weeks, the conversation often turned to my single status, and they'd often told me I looked stunning even though I was wearing just the required white blouse and black skirt, obviously flirting as they grew more familiar.
Early on, I learned that a bit of cleavage, bending low and flirtatious chat could manipulate them into doing most things. It wasn't long before they were 'accidentally' grazing my ass as they squeezed past when I was at the photocopier, testing me, pushing the boundaries. I did a little pressing back in return as they brushed against me and, more than once, felt their shape against a cheek. I soon earned a reputation as a fun girl.
Despite the 'uniform' of stark black and white, I started wearing different bras and blouses that would show off my assets differently. Sometimes an almost sheer blouse with a half-cup flesh-tone bra gave the illusion of nakedness. Sometimes wearing a tighter blouse with a lacy bra showing through, the slightly darker tone of my nipple evident if the light caught me right. My skirts varied between short and flared, showing a great deal of thigh as I sat. Or straight and tight, hugging the assets they liked to brush against, sitting around mid-thigh.
Finance is boring, but it's a stressful job handling other people's money. Friday was always a half day as we worked hard, and it became a thing to stay back for a glass of wine, let our hair down and unwind. This week had been fast-paced, the guys had been extra flirty, and I had been turned on by their banter and sly 'caresses' as they brushed past. That morning I had chosen an outfit that was much more daring than usual, comprising a thin white blouse, tight across the chest, with a daring plunge bra that barely covered my nipples and the shortest skirt I could get away with wearing.
During the day, I'd answered queries by walking over to their desks rather than have them come to me and had leant close so that the outside globe of my breast had rested against a shoulder pressing in against them as I reached to pluck a report from the desk or point out an error on the screen. As I rubbed up against each of them or leaned low, allowing a brief glimpse down my blouse, I suspected the other would be watching what I was up to. My blouse gaped slightly as I leant forwards, showing the top part of my breast down to the lacy half bra, allowing them to see a hint of pale nipple at its edge. It gave me a thrill, so as the office emptied and the day ended, I visited the toilets and unfastened an additional button.
They were a little gobsmacked as I went about the last few duties of the day, watching openly as I tidied my desk and closed off the PC, standing at it so I could lean over it at every opportunity. When the office had emptied and everything was done, Daniel brought over our bottle of wine, followed by Justin, and sat on the edge of my desk. He reached for a glass to fill it just as I leant to retrieve a document and genuinely, briefly, cupped my breast. He shot back with a stuttering sorry, but I stayed where I was, leant forwards, and slowly popped another button. "Was it that awful? Because you've been staring at them a lot today." I licked my bottom lip seductively. "It was nice. I haven't been touched in a while, well, apart from masturbating." Our chat was usually flirty, but I'd pushed it up slightly. "Dare you to do it again."
He looked to Justine, who shrugged and slowly reached out so my breast sat in his upturned hand, allowing him to cup my nearly naked breast. Justin was on my other side, just staring, so I cheekily said, "There's one each." Seeing I hadn't shied away from Daniels's hand, he grasped my other breast. I allowed a few moments of them cupping me before I said. "You've had ample time to grasp I'm up for more fun than you two coping a feel over my blouse."
I pulled away and moved around the desk. "How much of my breast did you see this afternoon? This much?" I said as I pulled the blouse to one side, exposing my cleavage and bra. "Did you hope to see more?" I opened another button that exposed my entire bra cup and flat stomach. "Did you want to touch them like this?" I grabbed Daniels and Justine's hands and pressed them to my breasts. They immediately cupped them, and I moaned softly in encouragement, my body shuddering a little as they caressed my nipples through the thin material of the bra. I arched my back, pressing my aroused breast into their hands and opened my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt. The bra was the only thing in the way of them touching my bare flesh, their fingers wandered over the expanse of pale cleavage exposed above my lacy bra, but I wanted them to be kissing and touching my nakedness, so I reached between my breasts and unlatched the front hooks fastening my bra allowing my breasts to slip free and uncovered into their hands. They stood out proudly, firmly, framed by my open blouse, my nipples erect. Daniel cupped one firm breast, Justine the other making me shudder again as they paid particular attention to my hard nipples. Cautiously Daniel's head dipped down and licked my nipple. When I didn't object, he grasped my breast and took it in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. I leaned back, resting both hands on the desk, arching my back, pushing my breasts out as they took turns, biting, licking and pinching my nipples, going from sucking hard to gently licking, intensely squeezing to soft caresses. I gasped, allowing each of the men to feel my breasts, thinking of how the times I had allowed two men to touch me had always been the most erotic.
Justine's hand travelled from my breast down over my flat stomach and back, getting lower each time. "Stop teasing me and put your hand up my skirt if you're going to," I exclaimed breathlessly. He hesitated only briefly, then I felt his hand above my knee, then stroking up my thigh. I pulled up my short skirt and opened my legs, giving him full access as he touched a finger to the wet spot on my panties, pressing them between the folds of my outer pussy lips. He drew it up, with the only thing between his finger and my clit, the thin damp lace panties. Daniel sensed the dynamic had changed and put his hand on my backside. My thighs were up against the edge of the table, so I pushed away, allowing him to ruck my skirt over my cheeks. I felt his fingers between my legs, pressing against my sex from behind, so I now had both of them stroking me. "Put your finger in me. I want one of you inside me." I insisted as I hiked my skirt around my waist and put a foot up on a chair, opening myself to them.
Justine momentarily took his finger off my mound, hooked it in the inside leg of my panties, pulled the flimsy material aside, and pressed his finger into my vagina, causing me to moan.
As he pushed it in and out of me, Daniel pushed his hand down the top of my panties, caressing the light landing strip and fingered my clit, his other hand still cupping and squeezing my buttocks in turn so that I was sandwiched between his hands. He alternated between using the pad of his finger to gently circle my clit and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, sending ever-increasing shocks through my belly, making a muscle in my thigh twitch.
As I got wetter, Justine inserted two fingers into my vagina, working them in and out with a twisting motion, getting quicker as I started to orgasm. As I gasped and clung to them for balance, he pushed his middle finger deep, curling it to find my g spot. I moved my hips, grinding my pussy on his invading finger, my knees finally giving way as an intense orgasm rocked through my body; Daniel just moved the hand off my buttocks in time as I collapsed back against the desk, his hand still on my pussy, fingers pressed to my clit.
As I slowly recovered from my orgasm, my vagina still spasming around Justine's finger, I gasped, "Top draw condoms." The two were wide-eyed as I added, "Share me if you want to," enhancing the moment as I pushed away from them, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down over my legs, struggling just a little to get them over my heels as my legs were still wobbly. I stood there letting them get a good look at what they'd spent days trying to peek at, the personification of an office sex fantasy, blouse open, breasts bared, nipples hard, legs spread, panties discarded, and skirt hiked up, showing my neatly shaven pussy.
