So many times I tried to replay the moments before, to see if I could work out who had left me the note.
The Note! My legs go weak at the knees when I think about it. It had been a shock, that’s for sure. I had picked it up thinking it was just another request for some paperwork. I can only imagine how red my cheeks had gone when I read it. I had gasped loud enough for a few of my colleagues to look up from their paperwork. When they had returned back to their work, I quickly scanned around the room to see if anyone was watching me, before reading the note again.
Do you wear those Knee highs to tease me?
I’m not sure what makes my cock harder, those leather boots, or your smooth, long, sexy legs.
But I think you’d like to know you affect me that way.
The note wasn’t signed and I couldn’t see anyone watching me. I tried to get back to work, but the ache in my pussy was making it hard to concentrate. Someone in the office found me sexy. I couldn’t help to try to work out who it was?
I should tell you the reason this was a surprise to me was because I wasn’t exactly the hottest girl in the office. I guess you wouldn’t be far wrong if you had described me as a bit of a plain Jayne. So for someone to send me the note; I was highly surprised and exceptionally flattered. If I could only work out who had sent it.
The next few days were a nightmare. Every time I left my desk I would be hopeful that on my return a new note from my admirer would be waiting, but I was always left feeling disappointed. Now every time I spoke with a male colleague I would find myself watching them closely to see if I could pick up on any glances, or signs that I was speaking with my mystery man.
I still get embarrassed when I think of the way I got flustered when Joe, in I.T support, asked me a simple question and I took it completely the wrong way.
“Do you need me to come stick a big cartridge in for you?” he’d asked.
“Joe! I think that’s hardly an appropriate thing to say to me,” I had scolded through red cheeks.
“I’m talking about your copy toner,” he chuckled. “You had problems getting it in last time, it’s due for replacing and while I’m here I thought I would offer.”
Perhaps I’d read too much into what he’d said in the hope that the baby faced, handsome, colleague was my admirer.
I was giving up hope that anything more would come of it, that was until the second note appeared.
Like the last, I had not seen who had left it on my desk. My hands shook. I ducked down in my cubicle and opened the envelope.
I’ve seen you looking for me, but you won’t find me.
Did your pussy get wet when your cheeks flushed while reading my last note?
If you’re happy for me to play with you, wear that tight, black, pencil dress that you wore to the Christmas party to work tomorrow.
Who was this man and how could he have such an effect on my body with just a few words on a bit of paper?
That night when I got home from work I sat cross legged on my bed, my dress laid out in front of me.
“Should I do it? Should I encourage this man to toy with me?” Butterflies rose in my stomach. “He could be anyone?”
My mind wandered through the men in the office. “Could it be sexy Ed, from accounts? Or, maybe it’s Joe, in I.T support? He always seems keen to come and personally fix my computer when I have problems,” my cheeks blush when I think of Joe. “Urgh, but it could just as easily be B.O Bob, from the post room!”
I knew it was probably dangerous to play games with an unknown man, but honestly it was the most excited I had been about anything in a long time. It made work somewhere that I looked forward to going. The thought of going back to my dreary, dull, days in the office was too much to bear. Coupled with the fact that every time I read the notes and thought about what could happen next, my pussy would drench with juices and pleasurable waves of delicious arousal would rush my system.
I got up an extra hour early the next day to make sure that I looked my best. I knew he’d definitely have eyes on me. It was agony waiting for his next note, but he only kept me waiting until after lunch.
I’m glad you decided to play with me. You look so fucking sexy in that dress.
I was grateful when you bent over to refill the copier and flashed me a glimpse of your stocking tops. Nice Touch. I like a girl that takes some initiative.
I also like a girl who’s willing to do as she’s told.
Will you do that for me?
I can’t tell you how turned on it made me. Just reading the note and knowing that I was going to give myself to this man. I would do as he said, it made me the most turned on I have ever been. I rushed off to the toilet, locked myself in a cubicle and fucked my soaking pussy, until I came on my fingers.
When I returned to my desk, all red cheeked and spaced, I found it hard to concentrate on work. I was actually grateful when the time came for our monthly departments meeting. I felt myself calming while we waited for what seemed like forever for our boss to enter the room and start the meeting. By the time we were done and I got back to my desk I was feeling ready to tackle my work. That was until I spotted another note waiting for me.
I’m glad to know that I have such an effect that you have to fuck yourself in the toilet.
But next time, be a good girl and do it at your desk. If you do, I will make sure you’re rewarded.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know how he had known about my little trip to the ladies room. Had anyone else noticed? But what he had asked me to do; could I actually do it? I was debating if I should just stop this now, when my computer pinged to tell me I had a message.
I minimised the document I’d been working on before the meeting. I found Skype open and message waiting for me there. There were a few things strange about that; Skype was normally blocked on the work computers, and more strange was that I didn’t have a Skype account. It made me think of Joe again, he had the knowledge to be able to set something up like that. Was it Joe? I read the message in the box from my unknown director.
If you’re going to play with me, I want you to do it now.
I gulped down hard and looked around the office. Everyone was going about their days in a busy rush to get their work done. I took in a deep breath and typed, okay.
Good Girl.
That was the only response I got. I sat back in my chair and pushed myself a little further under my desk. I glided my hand up my stocking clad thigh, until my thumb brushed against my damp panties.
Oh god, I felt so naughty. It was so bad of me to be touching my aching pussy with all my work colleagues so close by. Only my mystery man and I had known what I was doing. My fingers rubbed at my clit through my silk panties. It was so hard not to moan. My breathing came in deep, heavy breaths.
I couldn’t get the contact I needed with my panties in the way, so with a mischievous grin on my face I slid them down and deposited them in my draw. Now free to feel my hot, soaked lips, I gently ground my pussy against my hand. Rubbing my clit, I found it hard to keep control. I had to try desperately to keep from moaning loudly.
I was on the verge of my silent orgasm when my phone rang. I was going to send it to message, but I noticed that it was from the boss.
“Shit.” I tried to calm myself, as I answered my phone.
“Come to my office now.” My boss’s voice sounded hard and angry.
“Oh Fuck!” I thought, as I hung up the phone. “He’s noticed that I haven’t been getting my work done. Shit! I’ve been so distracted by the notes that my head hasn’t been at work. I’m going to get a warning for this, I know it.”
I made my way shakily to my boss, Mark Anderson’s office. I pulled at my dress and straightened my hair, trying to make myself presentable. There seemed to be the longest pause when I knocked on his door, but finally he called for me to enter.
I walked in and stood hands clasped in front of me. Trying to defend myself before he started his telling off, I started to say, “I’m really sorry I haven’t got the Henderson account finished yet, but I promise I will do some overtime to get caught up. If you could just give me one more day…”
I trailed off when he simply put his finger to his lips, signalling that I should desist.