1. 12. Abbi at the office


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    jeans. She nodded, and gestured to a laptop she was carrying, “BC, sorry, do you mind if I work in here? I can’t concentrate in there, those blokes are such wankers.” “My pleasure!” I said, suddenly realising that I was no different to any other wanker, and she actually giggled and sat on Paul’s chair, opposite me. She turned the music back up, opened up her laptop and we worked away. It was only after a little while I realised I could see her laptop screen reflected in a shiny monitor behind her, and then I couldn’t stop looking. She was flicking through a load of photographs, hundreds, and I couldn’t see for sure but they seemed to involve a lot of bare skin… Suddenly her screen went black. “Bugger!” she cursed and fiddled about with her machine, then waved a plug at me “Mate, my batteries have gone, do you mind if I…?” I told her to slide the plug through the specially designed cable slot on the desk (interior designers…) and, without thinking, I dropped underneath to catch it for her and plug it in. Like I said, it honestly was without thinking, but, ah, what a place to be. She had the loveliest legs, slim but not model-thin, sort of round and well-muscled but softly so. The type of legs that have dimples for knees and cute baby-feet. She was sitting leant forward and cross legged as I dropped, and she went “Oh!” as she probably twigged the same thing as me; that this was a very unusual situation. But here’s the thing. Instead of maybe pulling away, or twisting to one ...
    side, she chuckled lasciviously and leant back in her chair, uncrossing her legs. She had already kicked off her flip-flops and as I fumbled around with cables and plugs in the darkness under the desk, she put one foot on the other and twisted it at the ankle, opening her knees just enough to leave no doubt what she was thinking. Since that afternoon with Orla (See Orla’s research) I have had a pretty strong reaction to bare feet in a skirt, and I just wanted to slide those knees apart and lunge my head up her little skirt. Being a gentleman (too scared) I just cleared my throat and tried not to bang my head on the way back out. Abbi was trying not to grin as I took my seat, biting the end of a pen and staring over at me. As I caught her eye it became inevitable what was going to happen very soon, the question was just how. I let it lie, just adoring the tension (still too scared) and Abbi sung out a little sigh and carried on with her pictures. After a minute or two I saw my opportunity to ramp it all up a bit. “Abbi, you know I can see your screen, it’s reflected in the one behind you.” She flushed and turned round, thought about it, then shrugged. “You wan’t to see, you only have to ask, you don’t have to peep like perve.” She looked over as if prompting me. “Hmm. Abbi, can I see your pictures?” “Yes BC, you certainly can!” I skipped over beside her and she angled the monitor, I felt my ears redden and Abbi laughed. They were photographs of her, mostly naked photographs in ...
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