Its 1am now, and I’m not asleep again because I’m playing out, in my head, all the possibilities that could have happened at work today. Let me tell you guys what happened…
It was close to 9pm and as my team had a deadline to meet next Monday, my colleague (let’s call him Z) and I stayed behind to work on the report together. If you recall, Z is that colleague I had mentioned a couple posts back, who frequently stares at my chest whenever he comes by my desk (don’t get me wrong, he is a very sweet guy, he always teaches me at work when I’m not sure). We were sitting beside each other at a round table with our laptops, and everyone had left has it was a Friday night.
As we went through the points we intended to use, I decided to tease him. I stood up and bent over, with my blouse collar draping slightly down, revealing my nubile breasts. I asked innocently where he got a few figures from, pointing to his screen. He glanced at my chest briefly, took a silent deep breathe and turned back to his screen, explaining where the figures were from.
I could feel the tension around him and I decided to push it. I bent over even more, back-arched, almost getting into a doggy position, and asked about a figure on the further end of his screen, “What about that? Should we still present that figure then?”. My chest accidentally brushed against the back of his hand as he had placed it on his mouse on the table. This time, he froze. I suddenly realised how the situation would have looked like from a third party POV. I was fully bent over at the edge of the table, my skirt was tight and had rode up my thighs slightly, my chest so near the back of his hand, and my neck almost next to his lips.
As he did not reply, I turned to him innocently, “hmm? so are we?” His cologne smelled so good, I could feel myself getting wetter, and thoughts raced through my mind. Does he get my tease? Is he going to make a move? What does he think of my figure? Does he like my black stockings and heels today?
His eyes darted up and down my body, and he replied, “erm yeah…erm..we are still using that because of xxxx”.
He swallowed his saliva and all of a sudden commented, “you smell good, what perfume do you use? I…need ideas for the department secret santa.”
I decided to tease him further and smiled sweetly, “it’s from Dior. You can come closer to smell me if it helps you decide whether to get it.” I scooted nearer to him as I said that.
I then acted ignorant to his shifting eyes and continued pointing to the slides, giving suggestions on how we could use some charts for visualisation. But I could tell he was no longer in the mood for those charts. His eyes have drifted to my body. In fact, he seemed so engrossed that he didn’t even realise I was side-eyeing at him.
Staring alone can’t last forever, I decided to initiate body contact. I got up slightly and touched his shoulder “hey are you ok? You seem abit dazed and tired. Perhaps let’s call it a day?”
He jolted and looked back up at my face, subconsciously lightly licking his lips. “Erm yeah er right the charts. I’ll look at it over the weekends and message you if anything. Let’s go home it’s late.”
As he stood up, I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. I had this huge urge to reach my hand out to feel it, but I controlled myself.
Once I was done packing, I walked over to his desk and asked if he would like to walk to the MRT station together. He stuttered, “erm it’s ok you can go first…erm I need to use the restroom before I go”.
Of course I wouldn’t let him go so easily. Baby, don’t you like to stare at my chest whenever I wear tops with slightly lower necklines? Then why aren’t you grabbing this opportunity?
I lightly sat myself on his desk, “Oh, I can wait for you. No problem at all.” I glanced down and bit my lips slightly - his bulge was still evident.
“Erm..it’s ok you go first, I might take awhile. I’m…not done packing actually..” His eyes avoided mine.
Ugh another day with no advances again, I thought to myself. “Alright, I’ll see you next week then. Anything message me oki.”
I hopped off his table and as I walked towards the door, I hear him release a huge sigh. I tapped out and stared down at my own skirt. My panty was soaked, so wet that I felt my stockings becoming moist too.
And back to now, 1am, I’m in bed, thinking of all that could have happened. I could have given him a good blow, or perhaps a good doggy. Imagine if we had done it right at his desk. I wonder how his POV would look like if he were to give me a doggy at his desk. What if he had decided to violently unbuttoned my blouse, bent me over, pushed my skirt up, ripped my stockings, pushed my panty aside and forced my legs apart? Would he like the view of me from the back as he pounded me? Would he grab my hair and call me a fucking slut as he unloaded his desires into me? Would this scene then replay in his mind every-time he came to office? I wonder.
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