It was another late night at the firm, and Stacy was preparing to work another night shift. A huge project was on the line, and like always, the boss had given it to her and Steve to tag-team. They always ended up with the difficult projects, because their minds worked together in such good, and sometimes such bad ways. He was finishing up the part he was working on before handing off to Stacy, and she was watching him work, out of the corner of her eye, but pretending not to.
He brought the documents over to her, and spread them out before her, explaining each section he had worked on. His hand brushed against hers, inadvertently she had to believe, but it sent a chill down her spine nonetheless.
He was married, and she tried ever so hard to behave herself, but she was very attracted to him. He was petite in stature but had strong hands, hands she wanted to pick her up and lay her down somewhere. And his mind, his mind was amazing to her. She would get turned on just watching him think things through, and damp, no drenched, when the two of them would go on their problem-solving frenzies. A lucky woman, his wife was, and she left it at that, thwarting every advance he made, taking pride in taking the moral high-ground.
He continued to explain to her how far he had gotten on this book, and she wondered if he could feel the heat pouring off her body. They were going through the files for the book when suddenly Stacy's mouse stopped working. "Shit," she muttered, slamming it down on the desk, impatiently. Steve was always one to tell her that she was too impatient, too wound up about these things, and told her he'd check it out, bending over to crawl under her desk. Stacy quickly crossed her legs the other way, not wanting him to smell her heated sex through the opening in her skirt, and give herself away. He seemed not to notice, and claimed victory quickly after moving some wire that had gotten loose.
He finished catching her up on his progress, and left for the night. "Damn," she told herself, thinking how difficult it was to do the right thing. Working alone on the night shift, she decided to indulge herself in a little release, and took her vibe from her purse, and took it into Steve's office.
She put a leg up on each armrest of his chair, high-heeled black boots draped over each side, and lifted her skirt, thinking about his voice, his mannerisms, his damned amazing mind. She pulled her panties aside and thrust the vibe inside. She was feverishly pushing it in and out, and then rubbing it on her clit, imagining his voice calling to her. She was so caught in the moment, breathing deeply, eyes closed, working herself closer and closer, that she didn't realize that his voice WAS calling out to her, and his office door was opening. She was close, so close, when his voice, at point-blank range, addressed her.
"You ARE a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
