A quick aside before the story:
I was completely taken by surprise when I tried my first "Text with Audio" stores and heard the amazing work of Literotica user
LushinLace
. She was 100% the inspiration for this story and the main character. If you haven't checked out her work, do yourself a favor and go to her page when you get the chance. I owe her a huge debt of gratitude.
I'm working on this series of stories based around one office of horny people. I plan on having it be an anthology series, so if you have favorite characters, let me know and I'll try to bring them back in other installments.
And now, on to the story...
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It had been such a busy week and I was already way behind on submitting end of the quarter financial reports when there was an urgent knock at my office door.
"What is it?" I snapped, annoyed.
"Uhhhh, Ms. Lacey? I need to ask you something," came the meek response.
I recognized the voice as my intern, James. He was very inexperienced, but worked hard, though he did seem to demand more of my attention than he should. I sighed deeply, a bit annoyed.
"James? You were supposed to submit your budget update an hour ago. I need that submission," I reminded him sternly.
"Well, that's just it, ma'am. I can't finish my report because of a computer problem." He sounded squeamish.
"I'm really in the weeds, here, James. Is this something Doug can help with?"
Doug was our IT guy and was very competent regarding computer issues.
"I... I think he's gone for the day. He's not at his desk," James replied.
I huffed another sigh, rising from my desk, then strode to the door and yanked it open.
"James, this better be quick because I am way behind on my reports," I said harshly.
James was a tall boy, and was actually pretty good looking, if it weren't for his timid disposition. I knew he was attracted to me, but I played it austere with him. I guess part of me very much enjoyed bossing him around and making him sweat.
I caught him staring at my chest, then his eyes jumped to my face. Does he think I don't notice? He fidgeted for a moment. I know he is struggling to meet my gaze and not return his eyes to my bare, bulging cleavage. I do like showing off a bit at the office, and today was no different. I was wearing a tight dark blue dress, cut several inches above my knee, with a fairly high neckline. Of course, I also left two buttons open, so it was actually quite revealing. With my DDs tucked snugly in their push-up bra, my big tits created a soft, inviting shelf. I also had a habit of wearing pearl necklaces and today was no different. Today's pearl necklace comprised of my largest-gauge pearls and I love how they perched atop my cleavage suggestively.
I smirked as James' eyes sunk back to my chest. He was either weak-willed, or shameless, or a little of both. I put my hands on my hips and tapped my foot impatiently. The toe of my white pump made a muted thud on the carpet.
"Well?"
He cleared his throat uncertainly before bringing his eyes to meet mine.
"I... uh... there seems to be a problem with my keyboard," he said, clasping his hands in front of him.
The movement of his hands instinctively drew my eye to his crotch. I quickly glanced back up, but I did notice a peculiar shape behind his slacks. Was he making a tent?
"Have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?" I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, impatiently.
He scoffed. "Of course. Its just that... I think I might have spilled something on it. Can you come have a look?"
I squeezed by him brusquely. "This better be quick."
We crossed the office, James walking behind me. I'm normally a fast walker, but was now in a hurry. James stayed right behind me, easily keeping pace with his tall, long strides. I suspected he was staring at my plump bottom in my snug skirt. In fact, I could almost feel his eyes. I added a bit of a sway to my hips, smiling slightly to myself. We rounded the corner to his cube.
His desk was typically a hodgepodge of reports and diagrams. I noticed that there was a conspicuous cleared area on his desk, as if he had recently moved something. His keyboard was in that open space, tethered to the under-desk computer by its cord. James had a stand-up desk and I stepped up to it, jiggling the mouse.
The screen saver disappeared. The budget report was up on screen and I scrolled to the unfinished section. James stood behind me, slightly to the side. I could almost feel his hot breath on my bare neck.
"What did you manage to spill?" I asked, moving my hands to the keyboard to test it.
I placed my fingers on his keyboard and tapped a few keys. The cursor blinked, not registering. I turned to James and he was looking down, over my shoulder. I couldn't tell if he was looking at my hands on his keyboard, or if he was gazing down my cleavage. I suspected the latter.
"James!" I snapped, mashing keys to no effect.
He shook his head, mumbling, "Oh... I, uh..."
"Gotta to do everything myself..." I muttered, kneeling to get under his desk. I got on all fours and traced the keyboard cord to the back of his tower. "Do you know what you spilled, James?"
James cleared his throat, still standing behind me. "Uhhhh, it was... uhm..."
Damn this kid was guileless. He was obviously staring at my ass as I bent under his desk. He could barely form a thought. Maybe he was noticing the shape of my thong. I shifted my weight, wagging my backside as I reached behind the computer. I tugged the cord and inserted it into a different USB port.
Turning to look up at him over my shoulder, I instructed, "Try it now."
He shuffled up closer behind me, moving into position at the stand-up desk. I could feel his presence looming over me, almost as if he wanted to grab me by the hips and mount me. The thought made my pussy throb. He remained standing over me, silently.
"Well, James? I don't have all afternoon," I reminded him harshly.
I heard the keys clatter. "Nope, nothing," James reported.
I tried another USB port. "Now?"
Tap tap tap. "Still nada," he replied.
"I guess its shot," I said, scooting backwards. I felt my butt bump into his shin. He didn't move. "James, can you let me out of here?"
"Oh," he blurted awkwardly, then he shifted half a step away from me.
I backed out, still on all fours. As I turned, I could see him staring down at me. I'm sure he got a good look at even more cleavage. I glanced up at him over the obvious bulge in his crotch. He was tenting noticeably, though he did have the wherewithal to offer me a hand up.
I placed my hand in his and pulled myself up. His mouth hung open in a goofy smile as he helped me.
"Thank you. Now what were you eating at your desk?"