"Karen, would you step into my office please?"
I looked up from the stack of policy documents piled up on desk. The newly formed insurance company that we worked for was having a lot of success with various life policies designed to beat the regulations imposed by the current government. I was the designated supervisor of the section. Frank, my line manager looked at me neutrally, "When you are ready, Karen!"
I stood up and followed him across the large open plan office to the managers corner office. As I walked across the office, the girls on my section watched me, no doubt curious as to what it was that I had or had not done. I hoped that there was not yet another problem brewing on the recently printed documents, the hopelessly inadequate computer system was prone to miss-match policy documents to clients, and the large number of temporary staff tended to fail to check the details before sending out the policies.
As we entered the office, Frank closed the door behind us. This was unusual as all of the managers tended too have an open door policy. I thought to myself, this must be serious!
Frank sat down at his desk leaving me standing before him, on the carpet as you might say.
He looked me up and down appraisingly. He saw a young attractive married 25 years old woman. I weigh in at about 96lbs, and at five foot ( and a little bit) with small well formed breasts, a ballet dancer figure, I had trained as a dancer, but as I was not 6 foot tall had not been one of the chosen to make it professionally, I have what my husband calls elfin looks.
It seemed he was looking at me as though seeing something in me that he had not noticed before.
"Karen, what I have to say to you is of a somewhat personal nature. I would not normally have brought the subject up, but as an event has occurred on company premises and has been brought to my attention I have no option but to address the issue directly with you."
He looked a bit embarrassed as he drew from the drawer in his desk a manila envelope. I wondered what it could possibly be. It looked official, bearing the name of the security company who patrolled the offices when they were closed, the patrols were random. We would sometimes we see one of the guards when working late nights to catch up.
He opened the envelope and withdrew several photographs. "Last Tuesday at around 10.30 p.m.the patrolling security officer took these photos."
I could not see the photos, but cast my mind back to the day in question....
Oh my god, I thought. That was the day that, after working late to catch up with the print runs ,I had gone out for an Italian meal with Tim from the IT section. After the meal we had come back into the closed office to have a coffee before driving home.
Frank looked at me as I was reflecting on this. I started to blush partially from embarrassment and partly from arousal as I remembered the events of last Tuesday evening.
Frank laid out the photographs in a square on the desk in front of him, examining them closely. After checking each photo he looked up at me. "Do you know what is in these pictures? He asked. I did not but could pretty well guess!
He handed the first one over. It had been taken through the glazed door that led from the lift area into the offices the main light in the lift lobby would have been out at that time in the evening. The photo was of me standing by the sofa in the reception area.
What was unusual about the picture is that I was totally naked apart from the high heels I was wearing. I had put these back on having undone the wrap-around dress to reveal my bare breasts before dropping it off my shoulders onto the floor. I had then removed my tights followed by my panties. The purple dress now lay pooled on the floor in front of me along with my underwear. Tim was sitting on the sofa watching me.
My arousal was plain to see. I had thrust forward my small perky breasts towards him. I had pulled on my nipples making them stand up proudly. In the photo they were visibly red.
I had my legs apart and was holding my self open to show off my vagina. Tim had ordered me to do this. I enjoy being ordered to do naughty stuff. It was clear to see that I was very aroused from pinkness around my neck and breasts and the glistening of my juices running down my leg.
Frank handed me the next picture. In this one I was laid back on the sofa, my right leg was on the floor and my left was laid on the back of the low sofa. Tim had pulled me over to the sofa, by pushing a finger up into me and hooking it towards him, pulling me forward applying pressure to my g spot. I almost came as he did it, but as soon as he felt this building towards an orgasm he removed his finger.
He pushed me down onto the sofa and had arranged me as could be seen on the photograph. He then knelt between my legs and started to lick me. He lapped at my juices making them flow even more freely. I have small outer lips, which open up on their own when I become really excited to reveal my small but sensitive clitoris. The photo had caught how excited I was. My cunt was gaping wide open. Tony had then started to push his fingers up inside me, massaging my cervix; this always brings me very quickly to a climax.
