kept me breathing heavily, somehow adding to my self-consciousness.
Raising my bowed head, I checked the doorway under the guise of stretching and took a deep breath of relief on seeing it empty. Disguising my satisfied smile and labored breathing, I dipped down behind my glowing screen and hoped no one would enter. Recovery came as I delighted in the damp heat of my juices seeping through the lace gusset.
Hearing footsteps, I hurriedly tucked my knees beneath the desk, feigning a blank mind by way of a blank expression. The sound dissolved without a soul having passed my door, making me giggle and looking down at my thighs beneath my hiked skirt.
An idea formed as I released my sated flesh to grip the armrest, tipping my pelvis to press down on the warmed leather. The sparks that crackled through me made continue to rock, feeling like I could pleasure myself all over again.
The ring of the telephone seemed unusually loud and jarring, shattering my concentration with the first note of its shrill alarm and dragging me back to reality. “Hello.”
“Mari? You all right?”
Straightening in my seat and clearing my throat, I reassured my friend and colleague from three floors up. “Yes, sure.” Blinking rapidly, I attempted to banish the swirling orgasmic haze with the strength of my will.
“Okay, you sounded a bit strange.”
Faking amusement with a half-hearted chuckle, I struggled to pull down my skirt with the receiver still in hand, like she could see me through it. “No, I’m fine.”
“Good. Want to go to lunch?”
“Er, yes. I’ve got one quick thing to do first, though. Meet you at reception in two minutes?”
“All right, see you soon.”
The vague admission of an apparent chore validated my notion, preventing me from changing my mind about going through with it.
Fixing my gaze on the door, I lifted enough to drag the scrap of material out from beneath me, using the table as a support and shield. The black lace, damp and fragrant, glided smoothly down my thighs before protesting by hitching at my knees so I had to guide them down to my ankles.
Balling the underwear in my fist, sweat beads tingled on my forehead.
I pulled my shirt away from where it damply clung to my back. Examining my hand, satisfied that the garment couldn’t be seen, I kept it by my side during a short walk that seemed an epic trek.
Smoothing down my skirt, I stood and fought my trembling legs to march to the door. An adrenalin rush made everything vivid. My heart pounded audibly as I rapidly walked along the corridor.
The rich, sweet scent of my own body filled my head, making me sure that it trailed behind me like eau de parfum freshly applied to the warm skin of a soft neck.
Avoiding detection, I entered Tom’s office without hesitation and gently pushed the door closed behind me. As I made a beeline for his fastidiously arranged desk, the knickers seeming to swell in my hand, pulsing as if they had taken on a life of their own.
Chaotically full of office equipment, the top left drawer was rejected.
The few stationary items in the right counterpart made it the chosen one.
Tucking them into the back of the drawer, the knickers would only be found when he fully pulled it open. Imagining his reaction made a frisson of excitement trip down my spine as I pushed the drawer closed with a gentle clap.Only arriving at the door—a final chance to change my mind—I questioned whether I could really be so bold. For Lady Isis, it was a tame act, but this was me and I was at work. Gripping the door handle, I looked back at his dark-wood desk, picturing myself sitting knickerless in his chair, rocking my hips back and forth as if marking my territory.
Of course I’m brave enough , I thought.
Back in my office, my senses were assaulted by an atmosphere infused by sex. Switching my PC to standby, I slipped my mobile into my bag before throwing it over my shoulder.
My smile remained as I headed for the stairs, walking quickly
Raising my bowed head, I checked the doorway under the guise of stretching and took a deep breath of relief on seeing it empty. Disguising my satisfied smile and labored breathing, I dipped down behind my glowing screen and hoped no one would enter. Recovery came as I delighted in the damp heat of my juices seeping through the lace gusset.
Hearing footsteps, I hurriedly tucked my knees beneath the desk, feigning a blank mind by way of a blank expression. The sound dissolved without a soul having passed my door, making me giggle and looking down at my thighs beneath my hiked skirt.
An idea formed as I released my sated flesh to grip the armrest, tipping my pelvis to press down on the warmed leather. The sparks that crackled through me made continue to rock, feeling like I could pleasure myself all over again.
The ring of the telephone seemed unusually loud and jarring, shattering my concentration with the first note of its shrill alarm and dragging me back to reality. “Hello.”
“Mari? You all right?”
Straightening in my seat and clearing my throat, I reassured my friend and colleague from three floors up. “Yes, sure.” Blinking rapidly, I attempted to banish the swirling orgasmic haze with the strength of my will.
“Okay, you sounded a bit strange.”
Faking amusement with a half-hearted chuckle, I struggled to pull down my skirt with the receiver still in hand, like she could see me through it. “No, I’m fine.”
“Good. Want to go to lunch?”
“Er, yes. I’ve got one quick thing to do first, though. Meet you at reception in two minutes?”
“All right, see you soon.”
The vague admission of an apparent chore validated my notion, preventing me from changing my mind about going through with it.
Fixing my gaze on the door, I lifted enough to drag the scrap of material out from beneath me, using the table as a support and shield. The black lace, damp and fragrant, glided smoothly down my thighs before protesting by hitching at my knees so I had to guide them down to my ankles.
Balling the underwear in my fist, sweat beads tingled on my forehead.
I pulled my shirt away from where it damply clung to my back. Examining my hand, satisfied that the garment couldn’t be seen, I kept it by my side during a short walk that seemed an epic trek.
Smoothing down my skirt, I stood and fought my trembling legs to march to the door. An adrenalin rush made everything vivid. My heart pounded audibly as I rapidly walked along the corridor.
The rich, sweet scent of my own body filled my head, making me sure that it trailed behind me like eau de parfum freshly applied to the warm skin of a soft neck.
Avoiding detection, I entered Tom’s office without hesitation and gently pushed the door closed behind me. As I made a beeline for his fastidiously arranged desk, the knickers seeming to swell in my hand, pulsing as if they had taken on a life of their own.
Chaotically full of office equipment, the top left drawer was rejected.
The few stationary items in the right counterpart made it the chosen one.
Tucking them into the back of the drawer, the knickers would only be found when he fully pulled it open. Imagining his reaction made a frisson of excitement trip down my spine as I pushed the drawer closed with a gentle clap.Only arriving at the door—a final chance to change my mind—I questioned whether I could really be so bold. For Lady Isis, it was a tame act, but this was me and I was at work. Gripping the door handle, I looked back at his dark-wood desk, picturing myself sitting knickerless in his chair, rocking my hips back and forth as if marking my territory.
Of course I’m brave enough , I thought.
Back in my office, my senses were assaulted by an atmosphere infused by sex. Switching my PC to standby, I slipped my mobile into my bag before throwing it over my shoulder.
My smile remained as I headed for the stairs, walking quickly