--ooOO Friday's Fun OOoo--
by SomeoneWhoWritesThings
It had been an unusually warm English spring, and this Friday afternoon was no exception. Rachel was sitting at her desk, racking her brains for inspiration, trying to finish the report she had been working on all week.
"Fuck this!" she muttered to herself under her breath, "I really can't be arsed anymore."
Almost everyone had gone home early, but she still had to make up the hours. Having minimised Word, and firing up a web browser, she started to browse the net. Technically, they weren't allowed to browse the internet during working hours for "non-work-related issues" but in her position in the corner of the office, back to the wall, no one could see her screen without her seeing them first. It wouldn't be a problem but, at this point, she was past caring anyway. After a bit of browsing, Rachel got to one of those trashy women's self-help sites. The kind that deals with "boyfriend issues," and "does my bum look big in this?" Scrolling down she found herself drawn to a section about sex, and a particular article about fetishes caught her eye and she settled in for a read. She relaxed into her chair, one hand on the scroll wheel of her mouse, the other resting on her thigh. As the material of her skirt slid under her fingers, her mind wandered back to the morning when she had selected her current outfit.
--ooOOoo--
"What should I wear today?" she thought to herself.
"Skirts are usually a bit cold for me, but it looks like it'll be pretty warm again today. I think I'll chance it."
Rachel grabbed one of the sexier-looking business skirt-suits out of her wardrobe and started to put it on. She didn't wear clothes like this regularly. The office dress code was pretty informal, so there was no requirement to dress up except for important meetings with clients but, every now and then, she would spice things up a bit. Rachel loved the looks she got from the few men in the office when she was wearing a short skirt, especially when she had to get things from the lower filing cabinets. The thought of all those eyes on her butt gave her a little thrill and the fact some of the guys might be getting aroused too was even better. She slipped the skirt over her legs and up to her waist.
"Hmm," she thought to herself, "Better get down the gym soon, I can feel this getting tighter than it should be. Oh well... I'm sure the guys will appreciate it."
A sly smile came across her face as the thought hit her. She pulled out a simple white blouse and put it on, followed by the suit jacket. She looked herself over in the mirror.
"Not half bad!" she said out loud to no one in particular. "Needs something extra though, hmm, stockings?"
Rachel glanced out the window at the trees swaying in the wind. She knew the light breeze could be cool around her thighs and, despite the above-average temperature, it was still spring, so she knew she would feel the chill.
"... maybe tights would be better... yeh, that should do it."
She wandered over to her drawers and grabbed a pair of expensive sheer flesh-tone tights. Rachel had picked them up especially, based on a recommendation from a website she had read recently. Silky smooth, and very flattering.
"That should do it, a bit of shimmer to brighten things up a bit."
She sat on the edge of her bed and slowly pulled the tights up one leg at a time, trying desperately not to get a run in them. Rachel loved the feel of tights on her legs, especially these silky ones, but she always seemed to manage to snag them at some point. This time, however, she pulled them up over her thighs and up to her waist without incident.
"Excellent!" she thought, "One last thing..."
Rachel rummaged through the pile of shoes in her cupboard to retrieve a set of nice black suede 2-inch heels. She had bought them at the same time as the suit, as they went so well together. Not too tarty. Professional, but with a hint of sexy.
"Perfect!" she said.
--ooOOoo--
Rachel was scrolling through the list of articles and found one on masturbation in the workplace. She raised an eyebrow. Rachel had never considered herself much of an exhibitionist and, in fact, most of her sexual experiences had taken place in the privacy of her own home; however, something about this article grabbed her attention, so she clicked and began to read. The article talked about how people got away with playing with themselves under their desks, in filing closets, break rooms, board rooms... the list went on. As she read through the article, she noticed she was becoming quite aroused. Her nipples had begun to firm up under the blouse, and she could feel a heat slowly growing between her legs.
"Could I really get away with it?" Rachel thought to herself. "There's barely anyone here. No one would notice as long as I was quiet."
And with that, she slowly started to move her free hand. As she continued to read the article, she edged her fingers towards the hem of her skirt. Not sure if she would really do it, but still moving nonetheless. As she reached the edge, her fingertips felt the change in the material.
"Hmmm," she sighed to herself, "New nylon tights, what a wonderful feeling."
Rachel slowly ran her hand over her thigh, remembering what she was thinking this morning about the other men in the office.
"I wonder how many times they eyed me up today?"
Her fingers changed direction and made progress up her thighs and into the darkness between her legs. As she moved, Rachel slowly pulled up her skirt a few inches to give herself better access.
"Not too much," she thought, "don't want to get caught!"
But she continued upwards anyway, ever closer towards the source of her pleasure. As her fingers got closer, she could feel the heat coming from her pussy. Rachel was very aroused now, and she was really tempted to just let herself go. She knew she could make a lot of noise if she wasn't paying attention, though, so she restrained herself. Moving her hand right up in between her legs, she realised there was a huge damp patch in the gusset of her tights. Her pussy must be soaking wet. She thanked herself for going with "sensible" knickers under her suit. If she had chosen a G-string, or similar, she would be sitting in a puddle of pussy juice right now, and that would be hard to explain away. She traced her fingers over the outline of her mound through her knickers, slowly sliding her middle finger up and down the crack between her soaking lips. Bringing her finger to the top of her slit, Rachel felt the engorged nub of her clitoris. Giving it a slow, but deliberate, stroke, she let out a low sigh.
"Hey, Rachel! You fancy a drink?"
A voice from the other side of the office made Rachel almost jump out of her skin and startled her back into the real world. Amy, one of her colleagues, was wandering towards Rachel's desk quicker than she might have liked so, she sat up and quickly minimised the web browser and re-opened the report.
"Shit shit shit!" she thought to herself as she tried to look normal, forgetting to respond in the process.
