her brain supplied several
interesting possibilities. Her nipples beaded, pressing against the silk bra as
she pictured Orion naked, kneeling between her thighs, prepared to enter her.
She imagined his cock was as big and impressive as the rest of him. Her hand
clenched as she anticipated what it would be like to hold the length in her
palm, to pump his cock in her hand. Saliva flooded her mouth when she imagined
taking his cock inside it, sucking on the thick shaft and pronounced head as he
moaned and thrust deep into the back of her throat.
A bead of perspiration dotted Natalie’s forehead and she
wiped it away. The file fell to the desk with a clatter when she dropped it to
place her hands on her lap. She balled her hand into a fist below the desk. Try
as she might to push away the erotic images crowding her mind, she couldn’t
seem to focus on anything else. The numbers on the spreadsheet before her
blurred and she closed her eyes. That increased the clarity of her imagination.
Orion’s hand was on her thigh, pushing up the hem of her
skirt. Without thought, Natalie’s hand mimicked the motion, sliding under her
skirt. As the fantasy Orion reached her panties, she paused. He traced a finger
down her slit through the silk, and she touched herself the same way. Her pussy
was wet and throbbing, and she could feel the moisture through the scrap of
underwear. Orion pushed aside her panties, and she did the same in real life.
Part of her brain warned her that she wasn’t acting rationally or responsibly.
Anyone could enter the office at any time.
She was too engrossed in her daydream to care. Her hand was
a pale imitation of Orion’s as she pretended he circled his thumb over her
clit. Her puffed lips shielded the little nub, but she founded it without
hesitation. Orion knew just how to rub her to make her pussy clench. He cupped
her pussy in his palm, pushing against her opening suggestively. Natalie gasped
when he slid a finger inside her. Her two fingers seemed about the equivalent
of one of his, so she thrust them in and out of her opening, occasionally
rubbing her clit with her thumb. As she self-stimulated, Natalie imagined him
kissing her mouth and then her neck. His hands, and hers by transference, never
stilled. A barely stifled cry accompanied his phantom lips taking possession of
one of her plump nipples. She shifted restlessly, trying to rub the rigid bud
against the silk bra in an attempt to imitate his mouth. Suddenly, her womb
tightened and her pussy convulsed. Natalie brought herself to orgasm, biting
hard on her tongue to keep from vocalizing any pleasure from the release. Waves
of satisfaction washed over her and she slowly relaxed.
Sanity returned and her eyes snapped open. To her relief,
Natalie was still alone in the office. One quick swipe restored her panties to
their rightful place and she smoothed the skirt down over her thighs. Her
fingers sought out the lacy edge of her stockings and she found each one
securely in place mid-thigh, just as they were supposed to be.
Once certain her clothes were in place, Natalie stood up and
went to the small bathroom located in Orion’s office. She washed her hands,
smoothed her hair and held a damp paper towel to her cheeks until the redness
faded. Staring at herself in the mirror, she shook her head. What had she been
thinking, masturbating like that? Just because Orion was safely away at a lunch
meeting didn’t mean she was alone. She had to get a grip on the fantasies
running through her brain, centered around her boss, before she did something
incredibly stupid. What would she have done if he had walked in on her? What
would Orion have done? Logic suggested he would have fired her, though her mind
whispered he would have insisted on taking over for her hand.
“Stop it,” she said firmly to her reflection. Though her
heart still thumped irregularly, with her appearance restored she looked like
the efficient assistant Orion had hired last month. She
interesting possibilities. Her nipples beaded, pressing against the silk bra as
she pictured Orion naked, kneeling between her thighs, prepared to enter her.
She imagined his cock was as big and impressive as the rest of him. Her hand
clenched as she anticipated what it would be like to hold the length in her
palm, to pump his cock in her hand. Saliva flooded her mouth when she imagined
taking his cock inside it, sucking on the thick shaft and pronounced head as he
moaned and thrust deep into the back of her throat.
A bead of perspiration dotted Natalie’s forehead and she
wiped it away. The file fell to the desk with a clatter when she dropped it to
place her hands on her lap. She balled her hand into a fist below the desk. Try
as she might to push away the erotic images crowding her mind, she couldn’t
seem to focus on anything else. The numbers on the spreadsheet before her
blurred and she closed her eyes. That increased the clarity of her imagination.
Orion’s hand was on her thigh, pushing up the hem of her
skirt. Without thought, Natalie’s hand mimicked the motion, sliding under her
skirt. As the fantasy Orion reached her panties, she paused. He traced a finger
down her slit through the silk, and she touched herself the same way. Her pussy
was wet and throbbing, and she could feel the moisture through the scrap of
underwear. Orion pushed aside her panties, and she did the same in real life.
Part of her brain warned her that she wasn’t acting rationally or responsibly.
Anyone could enter the office at any time.
She was too engrossed in her daydream to care. Her hand was
a pale imitation of Orion’s as she pretended he circled his thumb over her
clit. Her puffed lips shielded the little nub, but she founded it without
hesitation. Orion knew just how to rub her to make her pussy clench. He cupped
her pussy in his palm, pushing against her opening suggestively. Natalie gasped
when he slid a finger inside her. Her two fingers seemed about the equivalent
of one of his, so she thrust them in and out of her opening, occasionally
rubbing her clit with her thumb. As she self-stimulated, Natalie imagined him
kissing her mouth and then her neck. His hands, and hers by transference, never
stilled. A barely stifled cry accompanied his phantom lips taking possession of
one of her plump nipples. She shifted restlessly, trying to rub the rigid bud
against the silk bra in an attempt to imitate his mouth. Suddenly, her womb
tightened and her pussy convulsed. Natalie brought herself to orgasm, biting
hard on her tongue to keep from vocalizing any pleasure from the release. Waves
of satisfaction washed over her and she slowly relaxed.
Sanity returned and her eyes snapped open. To her relief,
Natalie was still alone in the office. One quick swipe restored her panties to
their rightful place and she smoothed the skirt down over her thighs. Her
fingers sought out the lacy edge of her stockings and she found each one
securely in place mid-thigh, just as they were supposed to be.
Once certain her clothes were in place, Natalie stood up and
went to the small bathroom located in Orion’s office. She washed her hands,
smoothed her hair and held a damp paper towel to her cheeks until the redness
faded. Staring at herself in the mirror, she shook her head. What had she been
thinking, masturbating like that? Just because Orion was safely away at a lunch
meeting didn’t mean she was alone. She had to get a grip on the fantasies
running through her brain, centered around her boss, before she did something
incredibly stupid. What would she have done if he had walked in on her? What
would Orion have done? Logic suggested he would have fired her, though her mind
whispered he would have insisted on taking over for her hand.
“Stop it,” she said firmly to her reflection. Though her
heart still thumped irregularly, with her appearance restored she looked like
the efficient assistant Orion had hired last month. She
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