Dan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He hated coming into work on the weekends, but at least it was quiet and he had the department to himself. Plus, the roads were quieter and he could cycle into work and get a bit of exercise. He was lucky that weekend working was paid at double time; he only had to work in the morning, but got the same wages as when he did a full day shift during the week.
'Roll on lunchtime...' he thought, as his stomach rumbled.
He reached in his bag to pull out an protein bar. He would need to refuel for the cycle home. His coffee was cold, so he wandered along the corridor to the kitchen area to put it in the microwave. He absentmindedly glanced in the offices along the corridor as he walked past. Two doors down, the door was ajar and he couldn't help noticing a handbag on the floor under the desk.
'That's Gabby's desk,' he thought. 'I better send her a message to let her know about her bag.'
He made a mental note and continued to the kitchen.
While he was waiting for his coffee to be heated, he chewed on the chocolate and nut protein bar and his mind wandered.
'What if her phone is in the bag? Then there would be no point sending a message. Maybe I should check. Would that be inappropriate? Maybe I should just leave it? If it was my bag, I would want to know where it was. I would need to know.'
The microwave pinged and he took his coffee out and started wandering back to his room. As he passed Gabby's office, he paused. He made a decision and entered the room, putting his coffee on the desk. He crouched down and unzipped the handbag gingerly. He took a look inside. There didn't seem to be a phone, but the bag was quite full. He reached his hand inside and shuffled things around with his fingers. Definitely no phone. His fingers grasped something light and lacy. He withdrew his hand.
He held up a black, sheer thong.
He held his breath and could feel his pulse racing. He felt a stirring in his trousers. He thought of the owner of the sexy underwear in his hand and his erection swelled.
Gabby was in her mid twenties, tall, slim and brunette, and undeniably gorgeous. Dan was at least 15 years older than her, but that hadn't stopped him noticing her in the office. She had the most perfect bottom; pert, shapely and begging to be squeezed. Yesterday had been warm and she had come into the office in light, cream-coloured trousers that tightly hugged the contours of her backside. It had been clear that she had been wearing a thong that day as well, as there was no panty line creasing her buttocks and a tiny black triangle could be seen through the material at the top of the cleft between her cheeks. Dan recalled having to take himself to the bathroom to 'sort himself out' after seeing her.
His erection throbbed.
'I wonder if this is the same thong she was wearing' he thought.
An urge to raise the underwear to his face and sniff was irresistible. The thong smelled faintly of perfume and there was a musky, earthy smell in the gusset, where it had been in contact with Gabby's pussy. It was intoxicating, and Dan fidgeted his boner through his trousers.
'I'm going to have to do something about this,' he thought and, the thong still in his hand, he headed back to his office.
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Gabby was furious with herself. She could not believe she had left her handbag at work.
'Thank god I had my phone in my jacket,' she thought.
Her office keys were in her handbag, so she couldn't have nipped back to the office last night and let herself in. Her security badge, which was also in her jacket, would have opened the swipe access, but after hours, when the office was empty, the doors were secured with a second lock, that required a key.
She was not normally the type to forget things like this, but she had been a bit flustered yesterday afternoon and had left work in a bit of a daze.
The source of her discombobulation was a conversation with her colleague, Sarah. They had both joined the department at around the same time and were about the same age, so naturally developed a kinship. They would often stop at each other's desks for a catch up.
"Did you see Dan, after he spoke to you earlier?" Sarah had whispered, excitedly.
"No," replied Gabby, "Why?"
" He was totally checking you out! He could not take his eyes off your backside as you were walking away! I swear he had a boner in his trousers!"
"Are you serious?!" exclaimed Gabby. Dan was nice enough and was quite good looking, but he had to be at least 10 years older than her.
"I'm serious! And he was not carrying a small package, if you get me!" Sarah wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and they both giggled. "But there's more,"
"More?"
"Yes; I watched him go straight to the bathroom after seeing you and he didn't come out for over 10 minutes."
"What's so significant about that?!" asked Gabby.
"Well, 'someone', AKA me might have done a bit of stealthy spying on him in the bathroom!"
"Sarah!" said Gabby, "Did you follow Dan into the bathroom?!"
"Not completely! I just opened the door to the gents and had a listen!"
"And...?!"
"What I heard, confirmed that he was doing what I thought he might be doing."
"Which was...?!" Gabby was getting frustrated with Sarah's tiptoeing around the point.
"There was unmistakable sounds of him jerking off! And given the sequence of events, the logical conclusion is that he was thinking of you while he did it!" She finished, dramatically.
Gabby went red and could feel herself getting hot. She was surprised to feel flattered and a little turned on by the thought of Dan thinking of her, whilst he pleasured himself. She could feel a bit of heat in between her legs and pressed her thighs together.
Sarah left to go to a meeting and Gabby sat in her desk chair idly musing on what she had heard from her friend. She couldn't get it out of her head and was picturing Dan, with his hand around his erect cock, rubbing furiously. Her pulse quickened and she could feel some dampness in her panties. With her light coloured trousers, any wet patch would be clearly visible, so she took herself to the bathroom to try and deal with this. She stepped into the cubicle and dropped her trousers. Her thong was soaked. She slipped her trousers off her ankles and then took off her thong. It was damp in her hand and she could smell her own arousal. She stood there, naked from the waist down and her fingers wandered between her legs. She was so wet. She put a foot on the toilet seat and slipped two fingers inside. She used her other hand to rub her clit furiously. After thirty seconds of slamming her fingers in and out and rubbing her clitoris, she felt her orgasm well up inside. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and her knees shook as she came in a tsunami of pleasure. She stood there for a few minutes, panting as she returned to reality.