Fixing your computer. And you

“I think there is a problem with the connection,” the IT guy says. “I might need to be here sometime.”

He is under your desk, and you have already been waiting ten minutes to get back to work. You have a ton of emails to respond to. Why do these things always happen on days when you are super busy?

He’s a good looking guy, you think as he smiles sympathetically. Nice firm ass, you notice as he returns to his work.

“Look, is there any way I can carry on working while you do that?” you ask. “I’m miles behind with my emails.”

He shrugs. “Sure. As long as you think I won’t distract you. Your email should be working fine, but you won’t be able to access any of your software packages.”

He goes back to work and you resume your seat. You’re acutely aware your skirt is short. He is facing away from you right now, but if he turns around he is going to get an eyeful of your panties.

Never mind, you think. Concentrate. That stupid bitch in accounts is chasing again. You start to reply. The guy sitting opposite you asks about a meeting later. Open plan doesn’t always help when you have work to get through.

You return to your work and then you feel the It move. He has changed position. He most be able to see right up your skirt now, to your white panties. You feel yourself blushing, but there is nothing to be done. Got to get through these emails!

Then you feel it. The lightest touch on the inside of your thigh. He is moving about a bit, it must be an accident. But it felt electric.

Fuck. This is not a time to get turned on. You feel exposed to his gaze and aroused that he can see what he can. And by that feather light touch.

Your heart is thumping as you part your legs a little more. Images and memories of you and your man deep into your mind, that 69 last week, that time you fucked outside a nightclub. The scent of his neck as he fucks you. Why are you thinking of this now?!

Did he just touch your leg again? Fuck. He is stroking the inside of your thigh. This is not an accident. This is not on.

But it feels good. And it feels even better when his hand is replaced by his lips.

He is kissing your thighs. What the fuck? He is kissing your thighs and it feels divine!

Can anyone see? Did you just let out a little sigh? No, they can’t see. He is obscured under your desk, the girl who sits with you is off sick today. No one can see.

And you haven’t complained. You haven’t stopped him. It feels so wrong, so naughty. So fucking good.

His mouth is moving up your legs. His head is right in front of your pussy now. You feel breathless with excitement. Is he really going to ….??

You feel his fingers on the crotch of your panties. You must be so wet. He has pulled your panties aside. He can see your swollen pussy.

And after a pause as he breathes in the sight and scent of you, his lips find you. His tongue laps gently and then more urgently over your clit. His fingers penetrate you as he takes your hard clit in his mouth.

“Ohhhhh” you moan aloud and the guy opposite and two or three others look up. “Sorry,” you half pant as he tongue continues to tease you. “Thinking aloud!”

You can’t believe this is really happening. The sexy IT guy is going down on you in the middle of the office! And fuck, he is good at it. You are trying not to thrust against his mouth. Trying but not succeeding.

“Is Evelyn sick today?” The guy opposite ventures and you nod weakly, please please don’t try to engage me in chat now, you think.

His tongue caresses your nub in little circles, his fingers curling to your g spot. Fuck!!

“She takes a lot of time off,” someone else says.

You moan softly again, biting your lip as he licks and sucks on your clit. He has the pace and rhythm just right, this is too good, too fucking good…

“Did she finish that report?”

I don’t fucking care, you think, as someone makes a joke about you being busy and distracted, they’re too fucking right you are distracted.

He speeds up at just the right times. He is going to take you over the edge. If they can’t hear you breathing they must be able to hear your hearbeat As you lean back involuntarily, your body begging him to finish this.

He pauses. For a second. Then his mouth is back on your clit. His fingers fucking you, and you are going to cum, you are cumming in his face while the office chit chat continues, facing your screen, pretending your breathing is not ragged and your pussy having the time of its life…..

“You should be fine now,” he grins as he climbs out from under your desk. In your excitement you have not realised he had removed your panties. But there they are, brazenly in his hand as he akwardly moves away from your desk, his hard cock visible in his pants.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“Pleasure,” he says. “Hope you caught up with your emails.”

And he’s gone, with your panties in his pocket and the taste of you in his mouth.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yapb97/fixing_your_computer_and_you