I had worked with Christine for about 6 months and I wanted her so badly it hurt. I had no idea why. She was not particularly beautiful but something about her made me want to fuck her.
She was 5 foot 2 tall, mid 40's,auburned hair and slim. He tops were never low cut but the tightness accentuated what looked like gorgeous breasts. She tended to wear longish skirts with a slit back, which gave tantalising hints of toned black hosed legs. Whenever she walked by my desk the nylon whispered in a way that made me want her more. We were both managers in different departments but worked closely together. Some days after spending a meeting with her I would have to rush to the bathroom to furiously jerk my hard cock.
I would fantasise about taking her over her desk plunging my cock into what I was sure was going to be a tight pussy.
My desire grew daily. She was married and was always very prim and proper n the office. Eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I knew she always worked late on Wednesdays and that no one else was in the office.
After leaving work I returned in the early evening dusk to see Christine's office light on. I was wearing black and slipped on a ski mask. She had, as always, forgotten to lock the side door into the building. In a bag I carried a ball gag and camera.
I his in the printer room knowing she would have to visit at some point. I took the starter out of the fluorescent light.
After a few minutes the printer whirred and I waited in nervous anticipation.