It must have been about 3:30 in the afternoon. Both of us had been busy all day. We had lunch together but were with other people from the office. That meant we couldn’t be affectionate. You came to my office door and started to speak to me when one of the men in the hallway decided it was the proper time to chat you up. As he continued to attempt to hold you in conversation, you eventually leaned back against my doorway, doing your best to listen to his babble.

While I wasn’t overly pleased that someone was using your spare time to talk about some business issue, I did take the time to observe you. You know that I have always thought that you were beautiful, but I don’t know if you were aware of how often I look at you. How often I admire your body while naughty thoughts fill my head.

As you leaned against the doorway, I noticed where the zipper was to your skirt, thinking I might need that information later. I saw where the buttons were on your blouse and how many. That might also come in handy. I noticed that you were wearing stockings and was trying to decide if you were wearing pantyhose or thigh-highs when you turned briefly and caught me watching you. You quickly looked back to the man and I prepared for your next glance. I had left the house this morning before you were dressed, so now I was trying to decide which matching panties and bra you were wearing. They were, no doubt, matching and would have gone with what you were wearing on the outside. Since you were wearing a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, I decided you were wearing the white set I got for you before you came to live with me. I could imagine you wearing only that and my blood boiled a little.

In less than a minute, you cut your eyes again to look at me and found that I had my fingers in front of my mouth making a “V” and was running my tongue along its base. Your eyes quickly snapped back toward the man and I could see the beginnings of a blush on your face. I know you so well ... there was no doubt in my mind that you were completely not listening to him any longer. You were thinking about what I had suggested with my sign.

After a few seconds, you moved against the other side of my doorway and leaned against it with your shoulder. In that position, your right arm was inside my office. You raised your arm and began a motion with your hand as if you were stroking a cock ... up and down. I assumed you were telling me that the guy you were talking with was a total jerk-off.

Because he was not in a position to see me, I got up from behind my desk and moved beside you, leaning against the wall where he could not see me. Taking your hand, I pushed it down until I pressed it against the front of my trousers, letting you feel the erection that had bloomed while I admired your body. Rather than jerking your hand back, you began to glide your hand up and down on my cock as you continued to speak to the idiot who didn’t want to end the conversation.

I considered unzipping my pants and putting your hand inside but decided that wasn’t the best idea I had ever come up with. I was, after all, only about a foot away from an open doorway with only you to block the view of any passersby.

I moved back to my desk and sat down behind it. You ended your conversation with the jerk, turned and walked into my office, rolling your eyes to suggest your displeasure with him. You sat down in one of my client chairs and gave me a big smile. “That was enjoyable,” you said.

“What?” I answered, “Talking to the company moron?”

“No, silly,” you said softly, “rubbing the front of your pants and finding something hard there. What were you doing to create that wonderful erection?”

“I was sitting here trying to decide what you were wearing under your skirt,” I replied. “I imagined you standing there wearing only something small and sexy from Victoria’s Secret.”

Your smile was radiant and you said, “Maybe you’d like to see what I’m wearing?”

“You know that I would,” I answered.

You stood up and turned casually toward my door, looking to see if there was any activity in the hallway. Not seeing anyone, you moved back into the corner of my office where you couldn’t be seen from the doorway. Turning slowly in a circle, you stood facing me with your feet slightly apart. While maintaining eye contact with me, you slowly raised your skirt until its bottom was almost to your waist.

At that point, my eyes dropped and took in what I had expected to see. You were wearing the white thong panties I gave you and thigh-high stockings. Holding the skirt up, you again slowly turned in a full circle so that I could see it all. When you were facing me again, you let the dress drop and slowly walked to the front of my desk. “So,” you said in a soft sexy voice, “Is that what you thought I’d be wearing?”

“In fact, that is exactly what I thought you’d be wearing,” I said. “But I’m afraid that if anyone walked in here now and I had to stand up, we would both be very embarrassed.”

You moved back to the chair and sat once again. But this time, you didn’t cross your legs. Instead, you appeared to push your knees apart just a little. You placed your hand down on the inside of your knee and slowly moved it up the inside of your thigh. “I like it when you think about me like that and get so hard,” you said with emphasis on the word “hard.” As your hand was now up as far as the hem of your skirt, you said, “What else can I do to get you excited?”

My eyes were now riveted on your hand and between your knees. “You could continue what you are doing for a starter,” I said in a husky voice that let you know that I was getting more excited by the second.

You adjusted your position in the chair and opened your legs a little wider, allowing me to see the white of your panties. “Would you like my hand to move all the way up?” you asked.

“Yes, I would,” I responded almost breathlessly. I quickly cut my eyes up to my doorway to ensure there was no one near it and then back to your hand.

“I’ll bet you would like me to touch myself and let you watch,” you whispered. “I’ll bet that you would like me to slip one of my fingers inside my pussy and slowly finger myself.”

“If you did, I’m afraid I would have to let this erection free of my pants and stroke it while you were fingering yourself,” I whispered back at you.

You ran a finger along the middle of your silky panties for a few seconds and then stood up. You walked around my desk. You leaned against the edge of my desk, almost close enough for your leg to touch mine. In the same whispered voice, you said, “Maybe you should just put your hand up inside my skirt and see if you can find anything you want to touch. I feel that you might find something that was wet and needed your attention.” You picked up some papers on my desk and began to look at them, leaving anyone who walked by to think we were discussing a business issue.

I moved my hand to where it was on the inside of your knee and began to slide it upward over your silky stockings. When my hand touched bare skin, you moved slightly so that your legs were farther apart. My fingers moved another couple of inches upward and felt the soft silkiness of your panties. I moved my fingers lightly against them, saw your eyes shut, and noticed a slight sigh from your pursed lips.

I pressed my finger a little harder and found that you were quite wet as you had suggested. I could feel it coming through your panties and onto my finger. Moving my finger from side to side, the light fabric became wetter and you kept your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. “You like for me to finger you, don’t you, baby?” I said.

You slightly opened your eyes and whispered, “You have magic fingers.”

Because you were wearing a thong, I could easily pull the panty aside and slide my finger into your hot pussy, pushing it in as far as it would go. You almost gasped out loud but maintained your position and continued to act as if reading the papers in your hands.

I began to glide my finger in and out of you, looking down to see that my fingers were covered in your juices. “How good does that feel?” I asked.

“It’s wonderful,” you said. “I don’t want you to stop, but if you don’t, I will scream with pure pleasure. Can’t we go home now and finish this where I can make some noise?”

I withdrew my finger and let the panty slide back over your opening. I put the finger that had been inside you into my mouth and sucked on it lovingly, then said, “I think that sounds like a good idea. Certainly the best idea I’ve heard all day. Why don’t you leave first and I’ll follow you by about 15 minutes to avoid any suspicion.”

You stood up, straightened your skirt and walked around to the front of my desk. You dropped the papers you’d had in your hands on my desk and said, “I can’t wait to have you inside me. Would you like me to go home, get naked and be waiting for you on the bed?”

I thought for a second and replied, “No. Do you remember the little purple dress I bought for you at Victoria’s Secret? I’ve enjoyed you today with your clothes on. Maybe you should find that dress and let me take it off you.”

“If I recall the last time I wore that dress, you growled like an animal and took me without taking it off,” you whispered. “But I know where it is and if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” You stepped back into the corner of my office and out of sight from the door. You pulled your skirt up once again, pulled your panties down, and stepped out of them. Letting your dress fall back into place, you pitched the panties onto my desk, saying, “I won’t need these again today. I’m so excited that I may need to finger myself on the way home. When you get there, I’ll be wet and ready.” You turned and walked to my office door, looked outside along the hallway and turned back to me, saying, “Hurry, sweetie. I’m really horny.”

I wasted no time getting everything in my office shut down and notifying my assistant that I would be leaving a little early, also letting her know that she should not forward any calls to my cell phone. “Anyone who wants me will just have to wait until the morning,” I told her.