Through The Window
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I slump down in my chair, relieved that my board meeting is over. It’s been such a stressful day; breaking down that morning and waiting on the hard shoulder for the AA for nearly two hours; breaking my heel on the way into work, and being shown up by Mr Masterson in my meeting. Bastard. I look at the time- 4:30pm. Hmm, what to do for half an hour? I walk over to the door and turn the key, hoping the tell tale sound of the lock won’t draw the attention of too many people. The vertical blinds are already closed, as they often are on sunny days. The occupants of the small little cubicles situated outside of my office work much better when they feel they aren’t being blinded by the light. I make my way over to my big leather desk chair, pussy already wet in anticipation. Hiking up my skirt around my waist, I settle myself into the cold leather, and turn myself around to face the window. Despite working at least four floors higher than the neighbouring buildings, I love the feeling that someone might be able Escort Acıbadem to spot me at any moment, even though I know that it’d be highly unlikely. I let my body relax as my right hand slips below the waistband of my old grey knickers. Not the sexiest, I’ll admit, but I think sexy lingerie is a waste if no one is going to see it. Although keen on the idea of being seen finger fucking my wet pussy, the practical side of me knows that the location of my office is more than enough of a reminder to not waste my money on stockings and thongs. I wind my fingers through my untrimmed bush (I probably shouldn’t have missed my last waxing session), teasing myself lightly, dragging out the anticipation. I moan lightly as my left hand teased its way up my thighs, making my clit throb with want. Head back and eyes closed, I finally touch my pink clit, glistening with my own juices. Jesus, this is what I need! I rub my hand in a circular motion, slowly stimulating myself, preparing Kaynarca escort to put my fingers to work. I open my eyes, deciding that I need to stand up and take my panties off so that it’ll make it easier to fuck myself. Shit. How long has the window cleaner been there, mouth hanging open as he perches on his platform, clutching a squeegee? I jump up quickly, pulling my skirt down before he can see the brown hairs poking out of my knickers, or the incredible wet patch turning my knickers almost see through. I sit in my chair, mortified, as he continues to clean the windows behind me. After what feels like forever, I see the steady descent of his platform in the reflection of my computer screen. Now I can have a mental breakdown. How could I forget that the window cleaner came on Mondays? I don’t know what I’m more embarrassed about, that he caught me touching myself, or that he saw my old underwear, and quite possibly my bush. And yet, my pussy is wetter than ever. Aydınlı escort bayan If I’d been wearing something sexy, and I hadn’t missed my waxing appointment, then would I have jumped up like that? After all, I’ve always fantasised about being watched. I spend the next ten minutes of my work day mulling over the possibilities. ************* This is it. I’ve waited an entire week for this moment. Over the weekend, I took a trip to both the beauty salon and shoe store, swapping my bush for a neat Brazilian landing strip, and worn out flats for some sexy black stilettos. Rushing home from work last week, I went directly onto Love Honey, pushing my bravery limit and ordered a daring red bra, g-string and suspender set, spending a little more than I would have liked. I washed my mousey brown hair last night, and curled it this morning, so that it framed my face. I dug out an old red lipstick, which an ex had told me gave me ‘blow job lips’, and which I knew would compliment my sexy underwear. All day I’ve been on edge, barely being able to contain my excitement, or my pussy juices. I’ve been messing up in meetings, getting tongue tied on the phone. I glance at the clock again; 4:23pm. Ah fuck it. Repeating my pattern last week, I walk over and lock my door, and I check for all possible gaps in the blinds.
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