In the Booth at Work

Our office's hot young customer service rep had been teasing me for weeks. She and I would flirt whenever we got a chance. She'd wear these short skirts, tight-fitting tops, and fabulous shoes, knowing all of us young guys were eyeing her. The last couple weeks, I had been working in one of our customer booths, where we sign papers and review contracts with some privacy. Being short on space, we've used some of the room in the booth for filing. Ever since I'm working on the computer in the booth, she's been doing a hell of a lot more filing. She'll come in, say "excuse me, is it okay for me to be in here with you?"� and then proceed to distract me for the rest of the day. She'll put the contracts away soooooo slowly that I swear my other employees think something must be going on. She'll pause and we'll end up talking about relationships, her plans for the weekend, what crazy things she did the previous weekend, her workout routine, etc. And then when she does file, she'll kneel on a chair with one knee. That allows her long bare leg to become even more exposed as her skirt slides up her tan thigh.

Whenever she's done with her work, she doesn't want to start another project and so we talk. The talk often turns to her weekend plans and invariably her fiance is out of town and she begs me to join her and her girlfriends out for drinks and dancing. "I usually end up groping some strange guy,"� she says. No go, I say, not on a work night, "I gotta keep my game on."� She then sat down in the chair opposite me, pulled a bottle of lotion out of her little bag, and proceeded to rub lotion on her long slender legs. "I get so dry in the winter,"� she says, as I wonder if she really appreciates how hot she is making me. She strokes the lotion from her calf all the way up her thigh to barely above where her little skirt stops. She switches and now one leg was on my desk and the other was on the floor. I was in heaven. The talk eventually turned to her plans to hit the bars that night, how sexy she'll dress and that she'd miss me if I didn't come. I told her that I'd have to have a good reason to stay out till three on a weeknight. She said she'd think of one.

The next morning I opened my desk drawer to get some papers and there was a manila envelope addressed with my name surrounded by a heart, written in lipstick. It was sealed with a kiss of lip-prints. As soon as I am about to open it, Angel comes running across the office and says, "Don't open that."� We banter back and forth with me holding it behind my back and with her pressing her breasts into me, reaching behind me to get the envelope. She agreed to let me open it in the booth, out of the sight of the rest of the office.

Once in there, she admitted that she'd gotten a little drunk the night before and got a little silly. Since the bar was right across the street from our office, she came back here and decided to give me a "little something"� as a gift- if I'd agree to come out with them the next time they partied. I tentatively opened the package and she blushed as I realized that inside the packet were a pair of tiny pink satin panties. She was really really drunk and thought it would be funny. (I've replayed the rest of the experience in my head about a million times in the last week so I pretty much remember the rest of the conversation verbatim.) She said she was sorry and could she have them back know because she was embarrassed. I told her No she couldn't have them back because they were a gift and it's not nice to take back a gift. We were getting closer as she tried to wrestle them away from me. I said that I should get to take them home and consider whether they're a good enough prize to force me to go out with them next time. She said that she'd be surprised if I'd ever bring them back. I told her I'd just keep them for a while. She smiled and said, 'Oh yeah, right. Then they'll come back all used up."� "Used up?"� I asked. She said "You'd probably bring them back all gooey."� I said, "you'd like that wouldn't you?"� 'Hmmm. Maybe. "Why, Is that what you want to do to them?"� All of a sudden we paused. It was silent in the booth and I was both very nervous and turned on. "Maybe."� I replied. 'Well you should give me something, then if I've given you those."� I told her, "I'll go out with you soon, I promise."� "Deal, but I'll tell you what,"� she said, "I think you should give those panties back to me all gooey, RIGHT NOW."� I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked her if she was serious. She WAS serious. She stepped away and locked the door to the booth. She leaned back against the door, and said, "come on, are you chicken?"� I couldn't believe this and slowly unbuckled my belt, expecting her to stop me. She moved opposite me and sat in the chair. I got my pants open and then she said, "wait, I have a better idea."� With that, she stood up, turned around and lifted her skirt to show her fine tight ass covered by a tight satiny light blue bikini bottom. She slipped it off and handed it to me, pulling her skirt down and sitting back down for the show.

Her panties were warm and fragrant, slightly perfumey. She said "Use these, they're fresh."� At this point I was delirious and started to back out. "I can't do this, if we're caught, we'll both be fired!"� She said that I was the only one who could fire anyone around here anyway-which was a good point. Plus, she said, "if you do it into my undies, I'll wear them all day for you and it'll be our little secret."� Are you fucking kidding me, I thought. So anyway, common sense left me. I pulled my stiff cock out of my pants and she smiled with big wide eyes. The warm crotch of her panties was slightly moist against my dick. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last more than a few minutes with all this excitement. As I stroked myself into the satiny fabric, she slid down in her chair. Her ass cheeks were now on the chair and her little skirt had ridden up to her crotch. My dick pulsed and grew bigger as I watched her take her fingers and drag them along her bare puffy clit. She was shaven bare except for a little patch above her pussy. It was clearly wet and swollen. As I got closer and closer to cumming, she stood up and came to stand over me. She straddled my legs, which were out straight, and she took the old pair of pink undies and pressed them to my face. "Lick them,"� she said. Yeah, that's what I wanted to do anyway! Now her pussy was barely four inches from my full thick cock. She had one hand working her own pussy, her other hand's finger was in my mouth, around which was wrapped her pink panties. She was leaning over me so I could see down her blouse. She was moaning a little and whispering warmly into my ear things like, "Man you've got such a nice fucking cock. I like watching you stroke your thick shaft. Does it turn you on to have my pussy so close to your big dick? Do you ever think about bending me over and taking me while I'm filing? Do you know that I fantasize about you digging your pole deep into me when I'm masturbating. Tonight I'm going to imagine myself riding that thick thing of yours. God it's nice. Nicer than I thought. Do you think about fucking my tender little pussy with your big stiff cock when you go home at night? Do you think about fucking me? Huh? Do you want to fuck me?"� With that she patted her swollen clit.

I was ready to burst and told her so. She reached down and moved the crotch of the panties off my engorged tip. "Mark, I want to see you cum"� she said. As soon as she asked, "Can you come on my tummy?"� I spurted hot stream after stream after stream onto her bare pussy. I was absolutely squirting. My juice spurted onto the back of her hand and a little onto her skirt too. At the same time, her legs trembled and she climaxed. She had to sit down on my outstretched knees as my cum dripped from her belly button, down her swollen clit and then onto the floor. She took a minute, sitting there, leaning into me with my hard wet shaft pressing into her belly. Then she took the panties, wiped the cum off her belly, and proceeded, with a long, wet tongue, to lick my cum from her undies. She did it in long strokes, like she was licking candy she loved. I watched her wipe up every drop, then eat it all. We didn't know what to say to each other so we were quiet for a bit until she said, "we better get out there before someone thinks something's up."� With that, she gave me a long wet cummy kiss and slipped her wet panties back on. I agreed to go out with her again and we talked about how hot the whole thing was. Needless to say, I'm excited about going out with her next weekend.