It’s been a pretty long and shitty winter in Australia but we’re in Spring and heading toward Summer; warmer days and maybe a little bit of Jasmin weather.
I work in a modern city office, it was gutted a couple of years back and refurbished; the landlord was keen to get a tennant and it was re-carpeted, painted and fitted out with the latest office furniture. Our desks a boomerang shaped, with a backboard that creates a barrier between your desk neighbour in front, and partly obscures those on either side. The desks are fancy adjustable ones with a motor that raises up both the desk and the backboard into a standing position. Each desk has an office chair, a little pedestal unit of drawers and a gas lift stool that you can sort of rest your backside on when standing. My desk backs onto the rear and side walls of the office with another row of desks in front. I’m essentially in a glass corner and the rest of my row is vacant. Jasmin sits opposite me.
Jasmin is a mid-twenties graduate. She is not remarkably stunning, but has an intriguing presence that at least for me, makes it hard to ignore her. She’s about 5’11 which is tallish, but apparently is very much average for a Dutch girl. She has some mixed lineage because her skin is olive, her hair darkish brown, shoulder length, and her eyes grey. I did a theatrical double take the first time I saw her and remember thinking that everything about her looked … tight.
Jasmin has killer legs which I can only assume she knows, that lead to a firm ass that I’ve stared at plenty of times. I’ve never seen her in pants, and even on the coldest winter days she’ll wear a skirt and thick stockings. She has a lot of skirts, plaid with pleats, straight tight ones that I think are called pencil skirts, flarey ones and A-lines. They’re all pretty short. I’m as much a tit man as a leg and ass man, and Jasmin has what I imagine are cute tits, B-cup and perky, but there’s something about those legs I just can’t go past.
Last Summer we had a string of hot days and as usual, Jasmin came to work every day dressed in a variety of her skirts although in Summer, her legs are bare, her legs are long, and her legs are tight. It was a few days before Christmas closedown, a hot day and Jasmin wore what I was either an A-line skirt or maybe just a mini I’m not sure. I was navy blue and pretty short with the hem maybe an inch higher than halfway up her thigh. She had a white shirt that was party see through and one of those plain white singlet tops.
During the morning, I lifted my desk to standing position and swapped to my stool. Jasmin almost always used the stool; she seemed to have a perfectly straight back. Later, I lent down to get a file from the bottom draw of my pedestal, and realised for the first time with my desk is standing position, I could see directly under Jasmin’s and thanks to her propensity to use her stool, could see her parted knees, her smooth thighs, and a heart-shudderingly clear view of her white underwear. When I say heart-shuddering, I could feel it beating in my chest.
I stared at her crotch for a moment, then stood up looking around guiltily. Noone had seen, because there was noone to see me. My row was empty aside from me and my erection. Jasmin had no idea, she couldn’t see me either because of the backboard of her desk in sitting position and mine in standing position. I leaned down again and took a second look and getting the angle right, could see as much as if there were no skirt at all. I’m not going to pretend she wore no panties or had some tiny G-string on, but the view was still fantastic, with a hint of her fatter outer lips showing.
I stole a couple more looks, then had to go and take care of the raging hard on I had, blowing a nut so hard I had to wipe cum off the toilet cistern and making in voluntary grunting noise as I came that I worried someone had heard.
As I returned to my desk, Jasmin looked and smiled as she often did, not knowing I’d just jacked off to the sight of her vagina, covered only by the thinnest layer of cloth.
Over the remainder of last summer, I caught similar glimpses but saw less of her due to Covid, me being off-site on a project and just not being in the office together. I almost wish I had taken some sneaky phone photos under the desk when I had the chance.
With hotter weather and bare legs only around the corner, I’m hoping for a repeat performance this summer.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yml1u3/almost_jasmin_weather_mf