I don't think my cock ever died down that night, the images of the day and conversations raced through my mind all night. I might have gotten one or two hours of sleep at the most. The morning wood wasn't any better. I resisted the urge to masturbate in anticipation of leaving something with her.
The next morning I was swamped, never getting the chance to log on and chat, and it was killing me. Heather was visually taunting me. Wearing a tight lycra floral, browns, pinks, and red, form-fitting dress, barely long enough to conceal her ass cheeks. Her legs were sheathed in sheer white pantyhose.
'They have to be sheer-to-waist,' I thought to myself as her sultry ass moved to the undulation of her legs. She had what looked like light tan-five-inch heels on, hiding her toes from me. I was permanently distracted with her in the office now, and the words she left with me yesterday didn't help. Right before noon, I got an email from her, asking why I hadn't logged on this morning,
'I'm itching to talk to you.'
'Yeah, and I was throbbing to talk to you' was all I thought.
I logged in for a moment, explaining the morning rush that I was inundated with. Only to get the reply,
"I'm smoking up the foyer again, aren't I?'
'Oh, you have no idea.' 'My pantyhose are soaking wet. Can you help me?'
Zero-one-two-three, my cock is back to full hardness. This girl is good.
'Just a minute.' I wrote back.
Getting up from my desk I adjust my hard-on in my slacks, not an easy task at this point, scoping out the office and seeing the busy bees working along. I make my trek up the corridor and round to her desk, seeing her posed, one foot on the ground, the other with her leg draped over her knee, forcing her already short dress up and around her ass, showing more hosed leg action than my heart could take. Her gaze was still on her monitor, hands poised over the keyboard ready to type. Moments later she turns and notices me, her eyebrow raises as her legs uncross and spread in her chair. She wasn't lying, her crotch was soaked, her pussy lips clearly visible through the wet gusset fabric, pressed obscenely, even visibly wet. The wetness from her pussy covered hose creped out the side of the bounds of the gusset and left a visible stain down each side of her inner thighs.
'Smoking... Isn't the word for you this time?' I was practically speechless. Her pussy was fully shaved I finally saw.
'Yeah, I keep putting out the fire up here, but' She raised two fingers, that even from where I was standing her pointer and middle fingers looked to be pruning from excessive moisture, like being in a bath too long, 'but it's not what I really need.'
My eyes trailed along as she lowered her fingers to her crotch and pushed her sheer nylon deep into her sex. The forgiving sheer fabric stretching and contracting around her fingers as she pumped her fingers in and out before bringing them to her lips and intoxicatingly sucking the fresh juices off before repeating the process again. No use hiding my erection now, this woman is a dream.
'So where do you propose we fix your problem?' I asked as she slowly opened her eyes; her lips release an audible pop as her fingers exit.
She looks down toward the clock on her screen and says,
'It's 11:45, let's go to 'lunch.'
While at the same time I'm opening my phone and looking at the time, though I barely process the action, my eyes are distracted at how her legs close and magically cross so naturally. I look down the hall behind me and notice a group approaching, they see me and ask if I want to join them at the local Tex-Mex joint.