---- Monday ----
"I know you wanna fuck me."
"Actually, I don't." He said.
We shared an office; company expansion, phenomenal growth, and all that shit. So, they said there was no other solution, at least until they built a new corporate headquarters and had more office space. That could take years!
"Come on, every guy I ever met wanted in my panties. I know how good I look; I've had enough men, and women too, ask me why I don't model."
"No argument from me on that point; you are, as you say, fuckin' gorgeous." He said, as he worked at his PC.
"And I've seen your hard-ons. Shit, you got one right now; I saw it when you got up a minute ago."
"It's just a normal reaction to seeing your bare pussy whenever you bend over in those micro-mini skirts you insist on wearing."
"You know you love it."
"That rich bitch celebrity you always see on the Internet flashing her bare pussy - is she a friend o' yours; a relative, maybe?"
"I bet you get stiff looking at her pictures too, don't you?"
"If I didn't think I'd be the one to get fired for sexual harassment, I'd send a complaint to H/R about you, right now, for consistently not wearing panties and showing off your naked pussy every chance you get." He grumped.
"How can you not want to fuck me with that bitchin' monster in your pants? It must be painful."
"It is painful. And you're painful. Now shut up, and get back to work! We've got a deadline."
"Hey, I can work and talk at the same time -- oh sorry, I forgot, you guys find it more difficult to multi-task than us girls. Hey ... maybe I could just crawl under your desk and suck you off -- I really love the taste of cum."
"Geeez! Will you just knock it off?! I really have to finishing testing this module." He said, sounding more and more frustrated.
"Well, if you unloaded all that hot cum that's pent up in your balls, into my tight pussy, you'd be much more relaxed and you'd find it a lot easier to concentrate on your work. But ... what do I know?"
I looked over at him -- we sat back to back in the tiny space -- and though I could not be sure, I think he had one hand in his lap while the other manipulated his PC's mouse.
"Are you jerkin' off over there?"
"No!"
"I bet you are. What are you going to do when you cum? Unload in your shorts? That would be sooooo disgusting."
"Would you pleeeeeeease ... shut ... up?!"
"You know, it would be so easy to just take a few minutes; I could scooch forward in my chair and spread my legs for you -- like you said, there's no panties to get in the way -- and you could just pump it in me a few times ... and then I could sit here and I could lick your cum off my fingers the rest of the afternoon as it oozed out of my cunt. I told you that I really love the taste of cum, didn't I?"
"Yeah ... and what if somebody walked in? We'd both get fired. Naw, on second thought, I'd get fired ... you'd claim sexual harassment and get a medal. Probably get a promotion, too. Now, leave me alone!"
"Shit, nobody ever comes in here, 'cept you and me. But OK, have it your way then; I'm just going to have to get off without you."
I wasn't kidding, either. All that sex talk had gotten me all worked up. I stuck my fingers up under my skirt; it was so short, I didn't even have to pull it up very much. The sound of my fingers working my very wet cunt was quite obvious in the tiny office. I knew he heard my breathing start coming in short gasps. I moaned, but I had to keep it down; after all, we were in an office. But, it had to have been totally apparent to him when I came.
"Oh that was good. It would have been a hell o'va lot nicer, though, if it had been your cock inside me, baby."
He got up and left the office, in what I thought was a bit of a huff. He came back in a few minutes carrying a styrofoam cup of herbal tea in his hand.
