Amy liked working in the city. It seemed to be an escape from the sometimes dreariness of being a mother in the suburbs. Seeing the different faces, and the hustle and bustle a big city provided gave her something to look forward to. Amy had married her college sweetheart, bought a house in the suburbs, and had two children who were her entire world. The spark in her marriage had disappeared for the most part, and her husband spent more time gaming than paying attention to her or her needs. This led her back to the workforce, in a demanding job that she quite enjoyed as a respite from the mundane. Sure, she was an accountant in a mid-size law firm, which doesn’t seem to be the most exciting of professions, but interacting outside the closed circle of mothers groups, as she had done for the last few years was a welcome change. She had a small office in one corner of the building, and while the rest of the building was awash with floor to ceiling glass windows, her office was only filled with artificial light.
It was not uncommon for her to work late, especially at the end of a billing quarter. She had realised early on that law firms were exactly what people thought them to be. Turning over large sums of money, charging for the most inane tasks, usually performed by interns or juniors. It was also true that most of the partners were middle aged men, who usually hired young attractive staff, in the hope that their drive to climb the ladder to success would be enough to entice them into become willing play things for their bosses. Amy didn’t worry about that too much, she was a good ten years older than most of the interns, and whilst her body still looked slim and toned for a married mother of two, she felt she would be one of the least desirable in the office.
Amy also had a secret. She had always had a high sex drive. Although she grew up in a conservative household, she had discovered her body and the joys it could be bring fairly early. Late in high school she discovered boys and how they could bring different pleasures to her. By the time she was in college, Amy had become quite liberal with getting her needs met. In fact, prior to meeting Tony she had been intimate with several of his friends, which on one occasion included a lot of liquor and being shared amongst a couple of them. Those days were well behind her, but the desires that drove her back then, had subsided when motherhood took over, but now were back as the children grew older. Tony had lost interest, preferring to watch “cheerleader” porn for his quick fix, before dozing off into a snoring slumber. Too lazy to delete his browser history, or maybe he just didn’t care.
So working late agreed with her, because it gave her something she couldn’t get anywhere else. It gave her the opportunity to be alone with her thoughts, or her memories, or her fantasies. It allowed her to escape in silence to places where she could meet the needs of her desires, even if only inside her head. Pleasuring herself in comfort was not possible at home. She very rarely showered alone, nor did she get much time where there wasn’t another body present. She would sometimes sneak into the bathroom and quickly bring herself to orgasm but that didn’t allow her much time to enjoy the moment she was desiring. The proximity of her office allowed her to use this alone time to savour such a pleasure. She would always do a sweep of the office to confirm she was alone, and she knew the cleaners always came after midnight.
It was after 8pm now and she was confident that she was alone. She had just messaged Tony to let him know she would be home around 10. She always dressed a particular way on these days. In some ways it made her feel sexy, but mainly it was for convenience and access. Although she liked the idea of it being risky, she certainly hadn’t wanted to get caught. She wore red heels, with a black a line skirt. Under the skirt she wore black lace panties. She felt black looked best against her white skin. She wore a white blouse, whilst not sheer, certainly allowed her lacey white bra to show through, her nipples making a small yet noticeable bulge in the cup. She wanted to be noticed on those days so that by the time she was ready to entertain herself, her body had been warming up at the ogling she had been receiving. Today she felt she had got more attention than usual, and on more than one occasion caught the men in the office staring at her, particularly her perky nipples. She had been mulling this all day, and this time couldn’t have come soon enough.
She did a final wander through the office to ensure there was nobody around. She drifted past the offices of the partners, those with views of the city, it seemed that every had somewhat of a view except for herself. The path she walked was well travelled, it took her to the bathroom if she ever ran into anyone, and her return would take her past the ones she missed on the way over. It was so quiet she could hear the sound her heels made every time they pressed into the carpet. She reached her turnaround point at the corner of the floor. The largest office belonged to the managing partner Terry. An average looking man but seemed well built. It was hard to say if he worked out or it was just his natural physique. He invoked fear in most of the staff, especially the younger ones but he and Amy always seemed cordial. Maybe because she was older or maybe because the company’s financial secrets that she was privy to. His office overlooked the entire city. The view was even more amazing at night. He had a large mahogany desk, with a maroon leather chair. There was a matching lounge on the other side of the room that sat behind a coffee table. She walked back to her office ready to enjoy what shed been longing for all day.
Amy got to her office and realised how dreary it looked compared to the any of the others. She thought that she deserved a treat that she wouldn’t normally be afforded and would add to the excitement of her adventure. She would use Terrys office and turn his chair to face the city as she did. She would embrace the exhibitionist in her, and truth be told that even with all the planning that went into these days, she usually came within the first ten minutes or so.
She walked back down the hallway and into the open office. She admired the view for a moment before she sat herself down into his chair. It was more comfortable than she imagined. She felt a sense of power behind that desk, but a sense of excitement was starting to bubble between her legs and she knew she needed to attend to that sooner rather than later. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and slid her hand into her panties, her fingers gliding over her hairless mound. She ran a finger over her clit, and she could already feel it pulsing. She made her way a little further down and slide a finger inside herself. She let out a little gasp, even surprising herself with how wet she was. She spun the chair towards the glass window and spread her legs a little wider. She knew it was unlikely, but she was further aroused by the fact that somebody might be watching her and pleasuring themselves at the same. Her eyes closed and her head hung over the side of the chair as another finger joined the first with ease. She pushed them in and out of herself moaning with every deep probe.
She opened her eyes to admire the view briefly, maybe even catch some ogling eyes in a neighbouring building. Her vision darting across the glass quickly. Her eyes caught a shadowy figure. Was it her imagination? She looked again and realised that there was a silhouette reflecting off the glass. Her heart sank, and the pleasure drained from her body. She was in shock, but she didn’t have a choice. She had to turn around and face whoever had seen her. She didn’t know what she could or would say that would make this ok. She had removed her hand and slide her skirt down before spinning the chair around.