Imagine I’m sitting close to your desk where I can see you
I’m constantly checking you out from head to toe
You catch me staring at your boobs
I keep looking
I’m shuffling in my seat
You look away
You know it’s because I’m getting hard
You can see my pants tightening
I keep looking
Your nipples are getting harder
You hate this feeling
You’re conflicted
You’ve been so horny, but you don’t want to give in to the attention you’re getting from your co-worker
It’s unprofessional
Also you don’t want to be known as the office slut
But my stares are doing something to you
You can’t control the way you feel
Your body wants this
Your mind hates it
Your hard nipples are giving it away
I know you’re uncomfortable
As you shuffle in your seat to hide your boobs from my sight
You can’t see me anymore, but you know I’m still staring
Looking at your hair, at your butt
You feel trapped
You have this deadline, you need to focus