It always started to get a little quieter in the office as Christmas approached.
And the level (and quality) of work being undertaken took a lot to be desired.
She'd seen him watching her again this morning - and knowing he would be in she'd dressed in a tight top with a drop neck allowing a good display of cleavage and a short skirt (which was brave given the weather!).
She ran a hand over her bare leg resting it on her knee as she looked over to his desk.
He was just getting up.
He bent his body slightly, took a folder from his drawer and closed it.
He looked around and saw her gaze on him. He allowed himself a little smile, let his eyes drop and then headed down the corridor.
She stood up, brushed the side of her body, over her hips correcting her skirt which had ridden up a little.
She cupped her breasts ensuring a decent amount of cleavage was on display and smiled to herself.
She headed down the corridor after him.
Her wiggling hips being watched carefully by every red blooded male in the office.
He headed into the Gents.
Should she...?
"Oh yes" she thought to herself, waited a moment to ensure she wasn't being watched and then followed him in allowing the door to close behind her.
There was only one cubicle in the Gents and the door was closed - he must be in there.
She could hear him breathing in there.
She tapped on the door "You in there?" she asked.
She could then hear him flustered and saw one of his feet lift off the floor to secure that the door was closed by putting it up against it. "You shouldn't be in here!" he exclaimed.
"What are you doing in there?" She joked.
And promptly dropped to her knees to peer under the door.
She first saw his trousers fallen by his ankles then scanning upwards saw the open folder on his lap, a magazine on that and one hand wrapped around his thick shaft.
"You wanking in there?" She asked.
"Shhhh...." he suggested "You'll get heard".
"Better let me in then" came her answer.
She watched him stand - his cock still firmly in his hand as he unlocked the door and let it swing open.
She rose, entered and closed and locked the door again.
"What are you wanking over?" She asked picking up the magazine.
Thumbing through it there were lots of pictures of busty young women, some on their own, some with toys, some with other females.
"A boob man huh?" She asked - smiling as her eyes continued scanning the magazine.
He started to stand and reach for his shorts.
"No you don't" she suggested.
She took one hand in hers - preventing him from reaching his shorts.
The other took the magazine and folder and removed it from his lap - onto the roll dispenser allowing her a better view of him.
She marvelled at his erect cock - and aroused by his bravery of doing this in the office.
Her eyes panned up and met his. "Very nice" she complimented him.