The sun was beating down on the window by her desk as Charlotte absentmindly swatted away a fly. The email she was reading was extremely dull but full to the brim of orders for the following day. Working as a secretary was surprisingly hard work, with hardly any time sitting at the desk and sipping coffee as many would think.
Charlotte was often away from her desk to greet customers, get any ordered supplies as well as rushing back to the desk to answer the phone. The amount of heavy lifting and running back and forth she did meant that she hardly needed to go to the gym-at 23, she was young, tall and slim. She was one of those rare women who could stand naked in front of the mirror and not pick out any faults, apart from a couple of stretch marks here and there. She had great breasts, still perky and full at a 32D, and a curvaceous body to match.
Although Charlotte was attractive and caught the eye of quite a few of the male customers walking in, she’d never really been interested. Some of them were good looking guys, yes, but they didn’t have that spark
that she craved. They were all just a bit boring, really.
Continuing to bore through the increasingly tedious email, a knock came on her office door. Looking up, she saw one of the regular delivery guys come in with some more supplies. Unlike the other preened-to-perfection males she attracted (yet detested), Tony was very much an average looking guy. He had brown, unruly hair and dark stubble on his jaw. He was vaguely attractive, giving the impression that he was much more good-looking in his youth. Standard figure for his age, he was in his late thirties and always wore the same T-shirt, trainers and shorts. Nothing you’d look twice at, certainly. She only knew his name from the badge pinned to his top, and they had only exchanged pleasantries in the past.
“Morning Charlie! Here’s your usual.”
Charlotte smiled at the casual use of her name, then walked over to Tony to pick up the large and heavy box of stationary.
“Thanks very much. Busy day?” she asked, walking over to the door behind her desk. Opening it revealed a small room, lined with shelves full to the brim with staplers, paper, pens, sellotape-anything you could possibly need as a secretary.
“Not that bad, just a couple more to do then I’m finished. If you could just sign here...” he held out his clipboard, where Charlotte signed before Tony nodded his thanks and closed the door behind him.
Charlotte walked over to the small desk in the corner of the room and placed the box onto it, rifling through all the assorted bits that she ordered. One by one, she allocated each item on it’s rightful place on the shelf. The room steadily started getting hotter so she removed her blazer, hanging it on the back of the chair by the little desk. Checking her watch, the time showed that it was quarter past 5, by which time everyone else had long gone home. She sighed, noting that this and that infuriatingly dull email were the last two things to do before she could leave. She undid a couple of the buttons on her blouse, the air becoming thicker with heat. She must remember to put a fan in here... Walking back to the door, Charlotte opened it to let in a little draft. Much better.
While she continued this monotonous job, her mind began to drift as her blouse rubbed against the thin fabric of her bra as she reached for the higher shelves. She hated padded bras, and liked to wear lacy underwear that didn’t constrict her. Unfortunately, the downside was that her nipples could often be seen through her blouses, though luckily that only happened when she was either cold or aroused. Not like that could happen in here
, she thought, fanning her face desperately. Well, at least not one thing...
She looked at the desk, then back at her watch. Yes, no one would be around at this time. She could oh so easily just take off her blouse, lay on that desk and play with herself... The thought made her blush, it seemed so risky! But,
she reasoned, it’s not like anyone is going to walk in...
She hadn’t had the chance to touch herself in such a long time, and she suddenly realised how much she was craving it. Grinning to herself, Charlotte quickly unbuttoned her top and threw it on the floor. Next went the skirt, shimmying it down her long legs before stepping over to the table, her heart racing.
Easing herself onto the desk, she sat with her back resting on the wall, with her legs resting on the chair. Slowly, lasciviously, she began to tease herself, feeling her breasts as the silk stockings on her legs glided sensually against one another. She traced her fingers around her hardening nipples before grazing a nail against the sensitive buds, making her close her eyes and gasp with bliss.
She could feel herself getting wet at the skilled work of her fingers and the idea of touching herself at work-she felt naughty, dirty, spreading her legs wider as her fingers dipped into the lacy hem of her moist panties. Her fingers saught out her delicate clit as her other hand continued to grope and fondle her breasts, seeking pleasure from her two most sensitive areas.
One finger dipped into her soaking pussy, then two, as she leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure. She moved both legs onto the desk so her fingers could work deeper, curling them over and over her g-spot as she began to moan louder, both hands now tending her pussy as one rubbed her clit. She imagined someone’s cock going in and out of her, thrusting hard, seeking their own release. The thought made her bite her lip and add another finger to her slick, wet cunt, stretching her tight walls as she frigged her pussy faster, wishing for a man to kiss her, touch her, lick and suck her pussy then make her beg before he...
“Oh god, fuck me!” she breathed to her imaginary lover, burying her fingers deep inside as she came hard, body shaking as she tensed around her soaking wet fingers, her juices pooling onto the desk.
She opened her eyes with a small, content smile, breathing out slowly with her sweet release. She raised her wet fingers to her mouth and began to suck off her cum, stopping only to gasp with shock at the sight of Tony, watching at the door with his large, hard cock in his hand.
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