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Oh, Susanna! free porn video
I am absolutely petrified! My brain is telling me one of two things is about to happen. Either she’s going to run out of the room and show me for the pervert I have apparently become, or she’s going to fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for weeks now. All I can do is stare at her with huge eyes and shaking knees!
I guess that doesn’t make any sense to you, but believe me, it’s not a simple little story. It all started when we finally moved into our new offices. It was more convenient for my commute, but I wasn’t sure I liked the layout. Granted, the eight of us used to be in a cubicle farm that none of us really liked, but we did have a little bit of privacy with the walls and partitions.
The new room for us was larger, but instead of cubicles or desks, we now had tables. We couldn’t even arrange them like cubicles because of a couple of large stanchions in the room. They got the phones working right at the end of that first day, but the computer network was still a work in progress and not going well – which meant a lot of downtime for a while. Downtime equals boredom and boredom makes you notice things you never did before.
So, let me explain the layout. We set things up in two rows with four of us in each row. We used the tables in a sort of ‘U-shape’ for each of us to maximize the area and give us as much workspace as possible. So we wouldn’t have to stare at each other, we all set up our workstations where the U’s come together, which I prefer to the alternative of facing a wall or a corner.
So you get the basic idea. In the ‘U’ next to me was Susanna, one of the younger employees in this section. She sat in her ‘U’ with the back of her workstations toward the back of mine. Because of a post, there was about a four-foot gap between our U’s. Then the boredom set in. It was make-work time, so I got everyone started on catching up on stuff we normally didn’t have time for, like upgrading our training.
We had some training software to keep us occupied while the network was being set-up so most of us were on our systems even though we had no Internet yet. We did handle a few customer service phone calls, but most of our work was online. So, please picture this, I was bored and my eyes kept leaving the screen. At some point, a flash of white caught my eye. When I realized what it was, I looked away quickly.
Susanna liked shorts skirts and she certainly has the legs for them. But because of the gap between our tables, I had a view under my screen right into her lap. Between the shadows, the white of her panties was like someone waved a flag within my view. I don’t know about you, but my eye kept being drawn toward those flashes. I debated telling her about it, but it was sort of embarrassing to think about it. For some silly reason, some little kids rhyme kept coming to mind:
“I see London, I see France, I see Susanna’s underpants!”
OK, so no biggie. At least I thought at the time. The problem was that without more work, she kept flashing me without realizing it and I kept looking. What was the weirdest part is I am not gay! I just couldn’t stop. Susanna is lovely, slim with a nice figure, long legs, and the most beautiful long black hair that everyone notices. But those flashes drew my eyes without me having to move my head. By the end of that first day, I was a distracted mess. That night, I kept seeing those flashes of bright white in my dreams!
When I woke, I felt awful because I didn’t sleep well.
All I could really hope for was Susanna would wear a longer skirt, but as I sat there trying to wake up, I realized she almost always wore short ones until the weather cooled off. I should have told her, but then she would realize I saw her for an entire workday and didn’t say anything. I was afraid of what she might think!
It was just about as bad the next day. I tried to spend some time working with others on the training material. I wasn’t the official boss, but I was there the longest and had the most experience. The others didn’t really need me, but I had to stay away from my desk because Susanna was wearing pink knickers today.
The view right along the top of her tanned thighs went straight towards that flash of pink. A few times she sat with her slightly legs parted and the pink was like a signal flag to my eyes. The color and movement kept drawing my gaze. I felt bad, but couldn’t seem to stop.
That went on for several weeks. Finally, the network was in and we got busy. There was a group that stayed at our last location to cover support hadn’t realized it would be so long, those folks had worked their asses off. The manager gave them a few days off as thanks for working over and above. It meant our workload was good and heavy and I had less time to play innocent voyeur.
But it didn’t stop completely. I learned she prefers pastels and had a wide selection of panties, often not repeating a color for seven or eight days. While I didn’t get to look as often as when we weren’t busy, I was starting to look forward to it. It was like playing a game, ‘What color would she have on today?’ I almost always guessed wrong.
Today the game changed. There was something I had noticed about Susanna in our last location. Every once in a while, she would shiver. The air-conditioning was pretty chilly, so getting a chill wasn’t unusual. I learned today she wasn't always shivering, if she was shivering at all. Let me explain, a flash of blue caught my eye, a lovely light blue.
Her thighs were parted, so I could see what amounted to a stripe of blue with a triangle going up under her skirt. She didn’t move for a few minutes and then I saw something dark. It took me a moment to realize it was a finger. She was touching herself. Her hand was still, but her finger was doing tight circles and rubbing back and forth just a little bit.
I know, right! She was masturbating right there in the office and, without knowing it, right in front of me. I stayed at my computer, making meaningless taps on the keyboard and watched her. After several minutes, I saw her shiver through a small orgasm and even saw a dark patch appear on her light blue panties. Then she went right back to her keyboard, like nothing had happened at all.
I had to take a break. I went and hid in the loo for several minutes to regain my composure. I didn’t know what to do. I peed while I was there and I also realized I was wet myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?
That night was the worst night’s sleep I think I have ever had. Unfocused dreams of Susanna jilling herself inches from my face. I woke up several times with my hand between my own legs and wet sheets. I actually could smell myself like I hadn’t showered in days.
Luckily... and I can’t believe I am saying this... but luckily it wasn’t something she did every day. Like her flashing, I started looking forward to the days she did it. Those nights were also becoming my normal night as I dreamt of her and masturbated myself before bed and also in my sleep. I should have been ashamed, but instead, I started buying pastel colored panties and sleeping in the color she wore that day. Each morning I could tell how turned on I was that night by the gusset of my panties.
I don’t know what happened, but Susanna must have had a hell of a night because she masturbated three times one day. The second one caught me off-guard and the third sent me to the loo where I had to take matters in my own hand. I have never done that before, but I was so damned excited I couldn’t stop myself.
If I sat there another moment, I might have left a puddle on my chair. As it was, after I took care of myself, I had to use my panties to dry myself because the toilet paper kept falling apart and sticking. Yes, I went commando for the rest of the day. Thank the Goddess she didn’t do it again, I certainly would have flooded my chair. I was self-conscious the rest of the day, imagining someone could see up my dress or worse, smell my excitement.
That set the stage for a while. After Susanna masturbated, I would retreat to the bathroom and take care of myself. On days when she did multiples, I did as well. I started carrying extra panties in my purse. I would have thought I would get a little numb about the whole situation, but something about it was just keeping me really turned on. Partly, it was the knowledge she had no idea, but also knowing that I was at work and could get caught pretty easily. There was an excitement I never felt before.
I started wearing shorter skirts myself and one of the guys in another department actually hit on me. I’m not dowdy or hideous to look at, but compared to Susanna I was shorter, curvier, and bigger breasted. I was also about ten years older than the guy who hit on me. What is it about younger guys being interested in older women?
No, I didn’t take him up on it. I only had eyes for Susanna, which was different in itself. If you had told me six months ago I would be interested in a woman sexually, I would have laughed at you. But it had become a large part of my life. I looked forward to her flashing, her masturbating, my own trips to the loo, and then the nights alone dreaming of her.
I really had fallen into a rut, a very slutty feeling rut. But all that changed today. Susanna wore a new pair of plum-colored panties. I knew they were new because I hadn’t seen that color on her before. I was going to have to find a pair in that color. Maybe I should ask her where she got them? Oh yea, that would go over well!
While she flashed me often, she held off touching herself until nearly three o’clock, which was very late for her. I really thought today would have been a day without, but I saw the furtive movement of her finger, my own excitement rose. When I saw the slight spread of darkness and her shiver I was so turned on I had to hit the loo.
I took care of business, cleaned up and exited the stall. Standing by the door was Susanna. She was standing there so tall and so foreboding, my heart sank.
She said, in a cold voice, “When I heard what someone was doing in there I almost turned around to give you some privacy.”
I must have looked confused.
“But you called out my name, so I stayed. I wanted to see who you were.” She stood there looking at me with an indecipherable expression and I got really scared. What was she going to do? My heart was pounding, my knees were shaking and I think even my very wet pussy dried up like I was suddenly ninety years old.
I couldn’t move. I was either about to be embarrassed to death or... I couldn’t even think about what might happen. None of my foolish fantasies actually involved confrontation.
She paused for a moment, looking deep into my soul and quickly reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, those delightful and new plum panties. She balled them up and came toward me, I still couldn’t move.
“Open wide.”
My mouth opened of its own volition. She stuffed them into my mouth and said, “I need to pee, don’t go anywhere, I think we need to get a few things straight between us.” As she walked past me, patted my hip rather possessively, ran her hand over my ass and left me there shaking like a leaf, now from excitement rather than fear.
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