This story was inspired by a brief sexting session I had with the lovely Vivienne Rose on Twitter several months ago.
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"This isn't right" was all he managed to sputter out as she took a seat on his desk, legs spread open and bright pink silk panties there for all the world to see. "I mean, I'm your boss."
If she heard him, she didn't seem to care, and the more he thought about it, neither did her. Frank had honestly dreamed of a moment like this ever since he had first laid eyes on Rose two years ago. At the time, he hadn't understood why a woman as stunning as she was- with thick thighs, large breasts, and an ass that made itself known no matter what she wore, was working as a cleaning lady for the office, but he'd never questioned it.
After all, it meant she was always around, and he could sneak glances at her to his heart's content.
Frank had lost track of how many days he'd watched her work, then when it was time to clock out, rushed home to jerk off to thoughts of her. But now that she was here? He wasn't sure what to do.
The night had started out rather normal. He was working late- a project had gone over budget and he was trying to figure out what to do, and after losing track of time realized he was probably one of the only people left in the building. The sound of squeaking wheels on tiles told him he was wrong, and that was how Rose had wound up outside his door.
After that?
Well, he wasn't sure. They spoke for a few minutes and the next thing he knew, she was there, sitting on his desk like she'd stepped straight out of one of his fantasies, and he was helpless to do anything about it.
"It's okay sweetie," Rose said with a devilish smirk that made him blush, "I know you want this as much as I do."
Her hand moved down her chest, gliding its way through her tits and along her stomach, his eyes following it the whole way, and nearly bulging out of his head when it made its way beneath her skirt and began to rub along her panties.
Rose leaned back, her free hand resting on the top of his desk while the other moved all around the soft, silk fabric. Frank was practically mesmerized by the sight, and he could feel his cock begin to strain against his pants. A part of him knew he should say something- she was an employee after all, and he was one of the highest-level executives in the building. They could get into a lot of trouble.
But he stayed silent, and instead watched as a damp spot started to form on the front of her panties. He couldn't help but stare,
"I see this pleases you," Rose whispered seductively, right before a moan escaped her red lips. Her head tilted back as her fingers danced along, and Frank could barely believe what was happening. He pinched himself to be sure it wasn't a dream and shivered once he realized it was real. Rose was sitting on his desk and playing with herself.
She looked his way and smiled at the expression plastered all over his face, as well as the growing bulge in his pants. "Should I..." she said, moving her fingers to the edge of the panties, teasing him with just the briefest glimpse of her already wet pussy.
Frank nodded, unable to speak. Her fingers moved around slowly before her middle finger slipped past the panties and into her waiting lips. She gasped, then let out a whimper that made his cock jump against the crotch of his pants. He wanted to pull it out then and there but he refrained. He had something else in mind first.
"Take them off," he said, though less of a command and more of a plea. Rose smirked, fingering her pussy a few minutes longer before gently slipping the panties down her thighs and legs. She stepped out of them without issue, but once she did, Rose kept them dangling off the end of her finger.
Frank watched as she stretched out her arm so her hand was mere inches from his face. "These?" She asked, her grin wicked as could be as she slowly swung them back and forth. His eyes were glued to the damp, pink fabric, and followed them even as the scent of her wet pussy wafted off and into his nose.
Now it was his turn to moan. "Yesss."
Rose grinned, then looked at the clock. Without warning, she slid off the desk and slipped the panties into his suit pocket. "I still have a few more rooms to clean. But if you're a good boy, I'll come back and play when I'm done."
Before he could say a word, Frank watched her walk out of his office, cleaning cart in hand as if what had just occurred was the most normal thing in the world. And maybe to her, it was. But to him, it was a dream come true, and one that did not seem to be over.
Still, he tried to get a handle on things now that she was gone. He closed the files on his computer- knowing there was no way any more work was getting done tonight, then took a deep breath.
He'd intended that to steady himself, but the moment he did, the scent of the panties in his pocket entered his nose, and Frank shuddered.
There they were. Rosie's damp panties. Just waiting for him. He knew he shouldn't do anything, but his cock was begging and his mind was more or less ordering him to do what something he had up until then only dreamed of.
Frank unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out. Then, he pulled the panties from his suit pocket and held them over his nose.
