I’d first met her when she started working at my office as a temp. A petite little cutie with long brown hair with a gentle and natural curl and a beautiful arse hidden under her knee-length pencil skirt. She was in her own little world with a face that rarely smiled, but which I longed to see grimaced in ecstasy, especially under those cute geeky glasses. She wasn’t like the other girls in the office. She was so quiet no one really spoke to her but I obsessed over her. I used to fantasise about fucking her, turning myself on repeating, in words in my head, the things I would like to do with her.
I knew she was cute but I first realised she was something really special when I caught her touching herself at her desk! It was early in the morning and we’d been the first two in the office, She had come in first and was there on her own when I walked in and saw her bent slightly over, her eyes half closed and her right hand definitely not on her mouse, but down between her legs. She immediately stopped when she realised I was there and awkwardly said good morning to me. She suspected that I knew, and she was right. We spent the rest of the morning exchanging glances. Her’s trying to work out if I would tell any one else and seemingly begging me not to. Meanwhile I tried to keep a straight face, delighted that I’d finally penetrated her quiet exterior and got a glimpse that she was the saucy little thing that I had hoped she was.