I think I know who Ella is. If I am right, she will recognise me from this.
Ella, if you read this, and you are who I think you are, our line manager is AJ. You have never guessed this of me, and I doubt you ever in a million years would. I am bi curious, very VERY bi curious, and I have a confession to make. You have been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies for some months. In fact, you have been more than that.
You see, I have noticed your bag. It is rather larger than most girls carry around with them and it got me interested. So one day, well, you hadn't quite zipped it up and I peeked. What girl, I wonder, brings clothes to work? In particular, that day, I saw panties in your bag. It made me wonder if, like me, you get quite wet. It also made me wonder if, like me you can't get on with panty liners?
So I kept watch. It wasnt hard to work out when you are on, and when you aren't and it is always mid cycle when you bring that larger than normal bag for about a week or so.
And it was then, one lunchtime, when I betrayed you. You were out of the office and, cool as you like, I went to your bag and undid it. There, in the bottom were a little pair of white bikini panties.. you know.. with the little kitten on the front. (Really Ella, I was wearing things like THAT in school! I have a similar pair, except there is no kitten on the front, just a slogan 'It won't lick itself.')
I took them without looking at them and went straight to the bathroom on our floor. Oh, my delight when I found them to be warm and moist as anything. I smelled you, licked you and finally, after three lovely orgasms, I pressed them up inside myself.
So, Ella, I know your scent, your taste, and I love the faintest undertone of pee in your panties. You have no idea what I want you to do to me, but, if you let me know, you will find out.
Now, I have to go and do myself thinking about you.