Beth:
I got Jo's email as soon as I sat down at my desk and turned my laptop on. The subject line was innocent enough, but when I opened the message and began to read, I glanced across at Jo and pantomimed fanning my face to cool it.
She'd written a pretty explicit description of what we could do with Tim next time we got together, and I felt myself getting quite aroused as I read down. Her message finished with "Up for it?" and I quickly hit the reply key and typed "You bet!" then hit send.
I saw her nod, then her fingers moved briefly over her keyboard, obviously messaging Tim.
All three of us got on with our work for the rest of the day. Just after lunch I needed to speak to Tim about something, and my anticipation of the evening increased as he managed to keep his face from giving anything away; only a distinct glint in his eye held a promise for later.
At five o'clock – Jo's usual finishing time – she closed down her computer and took her jacket from the back of her chair. I glanced over at Tim, and smiled to myself as I watched his eyes follow her across the room. She reached the door, and turned, giving Tim an unmistakeable saucy wink before heading down the stairs.
The clock was approaching six when I saw Tim get up from his desk. He came over, and casually said, "You ready for your lift, Beth?"
I nodded. "Thanks, Tim."
I picked up my bag, and we walked together out of the building and over to the car park. Tim opened the car with his remote, then opened the passenger door for me.
"Very gentlemanly," I grinned, sliding into the leather seat.
He closed the door, then walked round to his own side and got in. We pulled smoothly away, and Tim turned out of the car park onto the main road.
When we passed the last set of traffic lights out of town, I looked across at Tim. "Can you drive with one hand on the wheel?"
He grinned, getting my hint, and reached across to put his hand on my thigh. I shifted in my seat, and parted my legs so that my skirt rode up a little. Tim slid his hand upwards, and glanced across in surprise.
"I bet if you'd known all day I had no panties on, you'd have tried to catch a glimpse," I teased. I put my hand on his, pressing his fingers against my wet entrance.
Tim began to explore me, slipping a finger inside me then withdrawing it to touch my clitoris. I groaned under my breath, and moved my hands to my breasts to touch my now-erect nipples through my t-shirt. I pushed my hips against his hand. "Mmm," I said, "this is a great starter for what Jo and I have in mind."
I flexed my hips more urgently, and began to gasp. I felt my muscles begin to tense, then my whole body shuddered as I climaxed under Tim's hand.
He glanced across again as my rapid breathing gradually slowed. "Can't wait for the main course," he grinned.
I straightened my skirt and sat up in my seat. "Do I look a bit dishevelled?"
"You look fine," he said. "Like the cat that got the cream."
