I drummed my fingers on my desk impatiently, refusing to open the PhotoBooth app on my computer again. It was the problem with trying to look nice at work: it was an all-consuming pain-in-the-ass. There was an important client coming in today, so I needed to look “presentable,” rather than (as Jack so lovingly said) “a hippie”.
I did pull myself together, if I do say so myself. Instead of my loose skirts, I had on an appropriately tight pencil skirt with a button-down tucked into it neatly. I couldn’t wait until after the meeting to un-tuck it.
There was one benefit about dressing up at work: he kept watching me intently. It look a lot in me to not go over to his desk, hop up onto it, put one heeled foot onto the wooden surface, and show him everything that was going on underneath. I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw the straps of the garter belt holding up my thigh-highs and the small, delicate-looking thong that I had on. I leaned back in my chair, getting caught up in the daydream. I imagined him pulling me off of his desk by my hair and tucking me underneath it. He would then tell me to play with myself, but then go back to work as he listened to my whimpers and moans – knowing that all he had to do was look under the desk to find me working myself up for him. Eventually, this wouldn’t be enough, and I would crawl to his lap, running my hands over his thighs. I’d unzip his pants and take his cock into my mouth, hearing his breathing catch.
I blinked and sat up straighter, my eyes immediately sliding over to look at his desk. He was looking back at me, a curious look on his face. Inspiration struck me. I looked away, grabbed my phone, and went into the bathroom. What I was about to do was impulsive, and I wouldn’t get to see his face, but it felt like it would be worth it. As soon as I shut myself in a stall, I pulled my skirt up a bit. I opened the camera app and snapped a picture of the apex of my thighs. The lighting in the bathroom was complete crap, but the picture still came out all right. I looked at it, trying to imagine how he would see it. My pale thighs were caged in by the straps of the belt, which were clinging to the dark lace at the top of my stockings. From the angle of the picture, you could see my panties peeking out of the hem of my skirt: a flash of dark red underneath all of the dark material. I closed the camera, and made my way back to my desk.
Knowing what I was going to do made the rest of the hour before my meeting pass slowly. Hearing a commotion at the door, I looked up to see Jack greeting the client, ushering them into one of the conference rooms as the administrative assistant got coffee and tea for them. I glanced around the room, noting that he was working diligently on his computer, the rest of the world tuned out. I picked out my phone and sent the picture to him before tucking it away in my bag.
After an hour and a half of meetings, I walked back to my desk as people were heading out for the day. I suffered through the small talk, dying to get back to my desk and see if he had responded to what I sent. I nearly skipped over to my desk, picked up my phone, and opened it to find… nothing. Nothing? Not even a thumb’s up emoji. I looked over to where he was sitting to find him still working. I felt miffed – how can you not respond when someone sends you a picture of their fancied-up private parts?
I crossed and uncrossed my legs restlessly as I began setting my desk up for the next day of work. I sighed, noting that I needed to grab binder clips from the supply closet. I pushed my chair away from the desk, trying not to sulk as I made my way over to the closet. I moved out of the way as a coworker made their way out of it, and I slipped in. I scanned the shelving quickly, trying to find the clips. Once my fingers wrapped around them, the door to the closet opened and shut quickly, and I heard the sound of the lock clicking into place.
I looked up to see him staring down at me, his eyes intense as I swallowed nervously. He looked down my body slowly: his eyes tracing over everything – my hair, face, chest – until they landed at the spot where my skirt’s hem stopped.
“I got an interesting picture earlier today,” he said, walking closer to me.
I raised an eyebrow, watching him intently. “Did you?”
“I did. But the person who sent it made it so that I couldn’t share my appreciation for the picture immediately,” he said softly as he moved behind me. He put his hands on my hips, and I knew that he could feel the straps of the belt through my skirt’s thin material. “Do you know how I felt when I realized you had planned it that way?”
“I don’t – I mean, I was kind of hoping that coherent thoughts weren’t really being formed?” I squeaked as he moved one hand up to my chest, massaging the sensitive flesh through my shirt.
He laughed in my ear, and I arched my back into his hand, causing my ass to press into his crotch. “I felt teased. You knew what that picture was going to do to me. So you know what I’m going to do to you?”
“Thank me?” I said lightly, attempting to go for a joke. I gasped as he roughly took my hands and placed them over my head, using one of his hands to press my wrists into a higher shelf. He used his other hand to move along my torso slowly. He undid the first few buttons of my shirt, his hand diving in as he massaged my bare breast under my bra. I pushed against his hand, needing more contact. He moved his fingers over my nipple, his touch feather-light. He flicked it with his finger, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him to pinch me, to roll my nipple between his fingers. He continued with his light touches as I squirmed against him, needing more contact.
“Isn’t this lovely?” he sighed against my ear in a patronizing voice. His hand moved out of my bra, and he used one hand to sloppily pull my skirt up on my hips. He ran his palm over my ass slowly, and he slapped it without warning. “Spread your legs.”
I moved my feet apart slowly, breathing heavily as I waited for his next move. I moaned quietly as he moved his hand over my clothed pussy, knowing he felt the damp spot that was already forming there. His touch was still too light, I couldn’t really get any of the friction that I needed from it. I pressed myself against his hand, grinding into his lap as I tried to get more sensation.
“Is this not enough for you?” he asked against my ear, pressing his hips into mine so I could feel his hard cock against my ass. “Do you know what I did when I got that picture?”
He slipped his hand into my thong, rubbing his finger against my clit. I arched and moaned loudly, immediately losing the sensation as his hand pulled out of my panties to clap over my mouth. His other hand let go of my wrists as it moved to my hips. He pulled on the thong without mercy, and I heard the fabric rip as it dug into my flesh. I moaned against his hand, squirming as the cool air hit my sensitive skin. I looked back at him, begging against his hand, the muffled sound only turning me on more.
He moved his hand away from my mouth, and I opened my mouth to ask him to touch me when he slid my balled-up panties into my mouth. He took one of my hands and moved it back up against the shelving as he moved his other hand along my side. “Now, where was I? When I got the picture, do you know what I did?”
I shook my head, letting out a muffled no. He smiled, pushing his clothed cock against my ass. He let me grind against it for a minute before stilling my hips with his hand before running his hand over me again. When he slipped his hand under my bra again, I arched into him and moaned. “I went to the bathroom and jacked off.”
He accentuated the word by pinching my nipple hard, causing me to gasp and squirm. I imagined him: his cock in his hand as he stared at the picture of my thighs, imagining what he would do to me if I were with him. I moved my free hand to my pussy, moaning loudly as I ran my finger along my clit.
“I thought about you, tied down to my bed, in nothing but the garter belt and thigh-highs. I imagined how they would feel around my hips as I fucked you, as you begged me to let you come. You’d be so hot and wet, just like you are now,” he said in my ear as I circled my clit with my finger, whimpering.
I stilled immediately as I heard a distant phone ringing on the other side of the door. I had forgotten where we were, and I glanced over towards it before looking back up at him.
He pinched me again before moving his hand out of my shirt. His hand came down to cover mine, his fingers slipping into my pussy as I began to rub myself again. He fingered me roughly, whispering in my ear that they could use a battering ram to bring down the door, but that wasn’t going to stop him from what he was doing. He slipped another finger in as he told me that little whores like me were going to get their little under things covered with his cum.
I leaned my head back against his shoulder, grinding my hips into both of our hands and his lap with abandon. I moaned around my gag, so caught up in the moment that I started begging him to cum on my thigh highs. He cursed and used his other hand to cover my mouth again, pushing his cock into my ass as I moved against him.
I felt the familiar tightening in my abdomen as I whimpered and moaned, not caring as I started to come around his fingers. My body was shaking against his, his fingers still drilling into me as I rode out my orgasm. He pulled my panties out of my mouth as he leaned down to kiss me, and he slid his fingers out of me. I turned around, kissing him back. I ran my fingers into his hair as I slowly came back to reality. As he tucked my ripped panties into his pocket, I giggled.
He smiled at me and shrugged, adjusting his pants as I fixed my clothing.
“I thought we weren’t going to do this here?” I said teasingly, adjusting my shirt so that it wasn’t quite as askew.
“You changed the rules when you sent me a picture of your pussy at work,” he shrugged, unlocking the door.
I laughed, “It was not of my – that was barely even present in the picture!”
He shrugged again. “I know what I focused on.”
I grabbed my binder clips from the shelf, smiling up at him. “That’s because you’re a pervert.”
He gave me a sardonic look as he gestured for me to leave the supply closet. As I walked into the empty hallway, he followed me, both of us sighing with relief to find no one left in the office.
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