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Did you do it on purpose?
I’d been looking at you in the office for a while. I’d always wanted to talk to you, but never knew what to say. You were the first guy that intimidated me… you made my heart beat faster, my pussy would always start to throb when you were around. I was always so nervous. So when you were stood so close to my desk talking to a colleague, I couldn’t help but admire you. You looked so professional in your suit, but I wanted so badly to see what was underneath. I wanted your cock in my mouth, I wanted you inside me in every way.
And before I knew it, I was touching myself. I kept my eyes fixated on my screen as if I was reading, but my hands were stroking my legs, my underwear and then my pussy - she was so wet, just because you were close. And I didn’t notice you drop your pen.
You apologised to whoever you were talking to and then you knelt down to pick it up, and you saw me. You saw my hands eagerly caressing myself, and you… kept watching. And I didn’t stop. I saw you now bent in front of my desk, your eyes transfixed between my legs and I almost stopped myself… but I didn’t. I kept going. And then eventually you stood, and I could see you were turned on, and with the smallest glance and grin at me, you walked away…
So tell me… did you drop your pen on purpose?
After my unexpected show, I didn’t see you again for a few days. I was gutted because seeing you in the mornings was the highlight of my work day, much better than any morning coffee. Then, on the Friday, as I walked into the building, glued to the screen of my phone as I caught up on my Twitter feed, I walked into the lift and heard someone shout to hold it. I quickly pressed the button to keep the door open and you appeared in front of me, out of breath with a laptop bag slung over your shoulder, in my favourite dark blue suit.
When you saw it was me you smiled, “Thanks.”
“No problem.” I replied, moving as far back into the lift as I could.
The doors closed and the lift began to move as we both stood in deafening, thick silence. I slipped my phone into my bag, engulfed by your aftershave and just being near you. I adjusted my skirt, reminded vividly of the last time I had seen you, and how I’d played with my pussy in a public office.
“Any weekend plans?” You asked.
“Maybe just a few drinks.” I said, coolly.
You turned and smirked at me playfully.
“Just a few drinks?” The lift doors opened. “No public sexual activity then? Or is that more of a weekday activity?”
My mouth dropped open and you laughed, stepping out of the lift and leaving me there dumbfounded. I had hoped that you would never bring it up, my cheeks burned in embarrassment and I groaned as the lift doors closed again to return to the ground floor. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
For the rest of the day, I avoided you like the plague. I kept my head down and my hands firmly and visibly on top of the desk, my legs closed, my brain focused on working.
It wasn’t until my journey home that I saw you again, stood on the platform waiting for a train. I didn’t recall ever seeing you at the same station before, and always thought you had driven into work, but as we bundled onto the busy train home we ended up pressed against the doors together, talking.
Midway through our conversation the train jerked and I fell forward into you, and was pressed against you as I tried to balance myself. It was then that I felt your hard cock pressed against my hip and I glanced up at you, my hands now pressed against your chest, our faces closer than they had ever been. Our eyes locked and I felt a surge of confidence rush through me as I moved one of my hands into your suit jacket and grasped your leather belt, my finger toying with the buckle as I smiled up at you. Moving my hand towards the zip, I gently stroked your hardness through your pants. I kept eye contact with you, waiting for any signal to stop, but you barely flinched. Then I felt your hand slide down my side and reach behind to cup my ass firmly, pulling me even closer to you. Electricity pumped through me as the commuters around us had no idea what was going on, and I moved the palm of my hand slowly across your crotch, then gripped your thick, solid cock through the material. It was then that you flinched, your eyes closing briefly and you coughed as if to hide a moan. I smiled and you smirked, removing your hand from my behind and spinning me so my back was pressed against your chest, your cock now pressing into my ass. “It’s probably easier to stand like this,” You whispered in my ear. “More room for other people.”
The heat from your breath sent goosebumps down my neck and I nodded. I felt your hand reaching underneath my skirt, grasping my ass again, then your fingers sliding into the material and between my legs. The tips of your fingers had found their way to my pussy and glided along the outside, teasing me.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” You whispered in my ear. My legs could have buckled right there and then. I shifted my stance quietly, glancing at the other passengers as I opened my legs slightly and leant my head back against your chest.
I was burning all over. I’d never been so turned on before. This man was so high up in the company and not only was he interested in me, but he was about to finger me on a fucking train.
“Do you want it?” You whispered in my ear, so quietly.
Your fingers were still toying with me.
I nodded in reply and two of your fingers pushed their way into me and I gasped and coughed, another commuter glancing at me. I smiled as calmly as I could and they looked away again. You pushed your fingers in deeper, using your other hand to pull my underwear aside, just as the tannoy announced that it was reaching the next stop. In a flash your hands had moved away from me and you kissed the side of my neck.
“Until next time.” You whispered and the doors opened and you stepped off, leaving my legs shaking and cum running down my thigh.
I’d been looking at you in the office for a while. I’d always wanted to talk to you, but never knew what to say. You were the first guy that intimidated me… you made my heart beat faster, my pussy would always start to throb when you were around. I was always so nervous. So when you were stood so close to my desk talking to a colleague, I couldn’t help but admire you. You looked so professional in your suit, but I wanted so badly to see what was underneath. I wanted your cock in my mouth, I wanted you inside me in every way.
And before I knew it, I was touching myself. I kept my eyes fixated on my screen as if I was reading, but my hands were stroking my legs, my underwear and then my pussy - she was so wet, just because you were close. And I didn’t notice you drop your pen.
You apologised to whoever you were talking to and then you knelt down to pick it up, and you saw me. You saw my hands eagerly caressing myself, and you… kept watching. And I didn’t stop. I saw you now bent in front of my desk, your eyes transfixed between my legs and I almost stopped myself… but I didn’t. I kept going. And then eventually you stood, and I could see you were turned on, and with the smallest glance and grin at me, you walked away…
So tell me… did you drop your pen on purpose?
After my unexpected show, I didn’t see you again for a few days. I was gutted because seeing you in the mornings was the highlight of my work day, much better than any morning coffee. Then, on the Friday, as I walked into the building, glued to the screen of my phone as I caught up on my Twitter feed, I walked into the lift and heard someone shout to hold it. I quickly pressed the button to keep the door open and you appeared in front of me, out of breath with a laptop bag slung over your shoulder, in my favourite dark blue suit.
When you saw it was me you smiled, “Thanks.”
“No problem.” I replied, moving as far back into the lift as I could.
The doors closed and the lift began to move as we both stood in deafening, thick silence. I slipped my phone into my bag, engulfed by your aftershave and just being near you. I adjusted my skirt, reminded vividly of the last time I had seen you, and how I’d played with my pussy in a public office.
“Any weekend plans?” You asked.
“Maybe just a few drinks.” I said, coolly.
You turned and smirked at me playfully.
“Just a few drinks?” The lift doors opened. “No public sexual activity then? Or is that more of a weekday activity?”
My mouth dropped open and you laughed, stepping out of the lift and leaving me there dumbfounded. I had hoped that you would never bring it up, my cheeks burned in embarrassment and I groaned as the lift doors closed again to return to the ground floor. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
For the rest of the day, I avoided you like the plague. I kept my head down and my hands firmly and visibly on top of the desk, my legs closed, my brain focused on working.
It wasn’t until my journey home that I saw you again, stood on the platform waiting for a train. I didn’t recall ever seeing you at the same station before, and always thought you had driven into work, but as we bundled onto the busy train home we ended up pressed against the doors together, talking.
Midway through our conversation the train jerked and I fell forward into you, and was pressed against you as I tried to balance myself. It was then that I felt your hard cock pressed against my hip and I glanced up at you, my hands now pressed against your chest, our faces closer than they had ever been. Our eyes locked and I felt a surge of confidence rush through me as I moved one of my hands into your suit jacket and grasped your leather belt, my finger toying with the buckle as I smiled up at you. Moving my hand towards the zip, I gently stroked your hardness through your pants. I kept eye contact with you, waiting for any signal to stop, but you barely flinched. Then I felt your hand slide down my side and reach behind to cup my ass firmly, pulling me even closer to you. Electricity pumped through me as the commuters around us had no idea what was going on, and I moved the palm of my hand slowly across your crotch, then gripped your thick, solid cock through the material. It was then that you flinched, your eyes closing briefly and you coughed as if to hide a moan. I smiled and you smirked, removing your hand from my behind and spinning me so my back was pressed against your chest, your cock now pressing into my ass. “It’s probably easier to stand like this,” You whispered in my ear. “More room for other people.”
The heat from your breath sent goosebumps down my neck and I nodded. I felt your hand reaching underneath my skirt, grasping my ass again, then your fingers sliding into the material and between my legs. The tips of your fingers had found their way to my pussy and glided along the outside, teasing me.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” You whispered in my ear. My legs could have buckled right there and then. I shifted my stance quietly, glancing at the other passengers as I opened my legs slightly and leant my head back against your chest.
I was burning all over. I’d never been so turned on before. This man was so high up in the company and not only was he interested in me, but he was about to finger me on a fucking train.
“Do you want it?” You whispered in my ear, so quietly.
Your fingers were still toying with me.
I nodded in reply and two of your fingers pushed their way into me and I gasped and coughed, another commuter glancing at me. I smiled as calmly as I could and they looked away again. You pushed your fingers in deeper, using your other hand to pull my underwear aside, just as the tannoy announced that it was reaching the next stop. In a flash your hands had moved away from me and you kissed the side of my neck.
“Until next time.” You whispered and the doors opened and you stepped off, leaving my legs shaking and cum running down my thigh.
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