Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (25 page)

It was late, a Friday, and the offices of our law firm were starting to clear out as the employees went home for the night, most of them with files and folders and boxes of work to do at home, in order to meet the quotas of billable work that I demanded.

I still had an affidavit to review and interrogatories to sort through. My night was far from over and
yet,
I couldn’t redirect my mind to think about work. The only thing that remained firm in my thoughts was Cameron and his thick bulge. That bulge of his was my favorite go-to fantasy as I imagined it erect and ready for action…and at my bidding.

I could feel my clitoris longing to be touched and fondled.  I also knew that I couldn’t wait until this evening at home in order to satisfy my need to have an orgasm. It had to be now. I needed to explode, and I was going to make it happen.
Right here.

When I didn’t hear any more noise in the office, I knew that everyone must have gone home. It was only then that I
stood up from my plush executive chair behind my massive mahogany desk and slid my knee-length, fitted designer skirt up to the top of my thighs. I used my thumbs to reach up past my skirt and grip the sides of my pink panties—the wispiest, scantiest, wickedest panties to ever go under a conservative suit skirt. I slid them down to the floor to rest around my trim ankles. With my hands at my ankles and my bare ass up in the air and exposed, I ran my hand up my bare legs and between my inner thighs, relishing my own touch, and imagining that it was…
Cameron’s
.

There is a liberating feeling that comes with defying society’s imposed rules, rules which included dress codes, etiquette and professionalism that is expected from an individual with a law degree and especially, the owner of a prestigious law office, one that was well-known for winning tough cases that other firms took a pass on. My firm was the one that other firms held themselves up to, as a standard. Despite my firm’s success and professionalism, more times than not, I thought about taking my hand and shoving it inside the bowels of rule enthusiasts who took the spontaneity and even joy out of fraternizing in the workplace.

But, like the rest of the overworked overachievers in the professional working world, I needed a release—
tonight,
my release was going to include my finger pressed against the small pink bud that quivered between my legs, aching for attention.

It was difficult to strategize how I was going to win my big case of the last six months unless I had an orgasm first. It
wasn’t the first time that I had masturbated at work, but I usually did it in a stall in the ladies’ room whenever I needed relief and calm before a big trial. Several priorities screamed to be first in line for the evening’s agenda. But the one that won the number one slot was my quest for sexual release, so I could concentrate on a big pile of legal work and knock it out before I physically ran out of steam.

I hiked up my skirt to my waist and let the fresh air from my office fan glide across my shaved, smooth lips between my legs. I shook out my legs like a runner does before a race. Then I sat my plump bare ass on the cushioned seat behind me. I let my hair out of the bun that was tight against my head. My red locks fell in ringlets to the middle of my back. They tickled my spine and when the office fan oscillated and the breeze hit my nipples, the rising of them into hard nubs was pure pleasure.

I ran my soft, warm tongue over my index and middle finger and then slightly spread my legs just enough for my fingers to make their way to the soft, white skin of my vaginal lips.  I tilted my head backward and let it rest on the cushioned headrest of my swanky executive office chair.

I let my mind concoct pictures of Cameron’s hands between my legs. I pictured his cock growing behind the slacks that already gave me a glimpse of the outline of his thick shaft. I pictured his luscious mouth devouring my neck as his hot, wet tongue trailed down to my left nipple. While my mind wandered with thoughts of my luscious male paralegal, the tips of my fingers circled my clit over and over.
I imagined his artistic hand delicately stimulating me, titillating me, enticing me.

To get better access to my clit, I needed to spread my legs further. I stepped my right foot out of my panties and let my thong underwear stay circled around my left leg. In order to get a better angle between my legs, I slid my right foot up on my desk and continued to repetitiously circle my slickened flower bud with my eager, desperate fingers.

The pleasure that seemed to swirl around in my pelvic area was almost unbearable. It was pressure and angst and physical need all rolling together into a tornado that increased in the madness of circling intensity. The faster I circled around my pink, yearning pussy, the wetter that area became. I felt my legs shaking from anticipation and stimulation and even my toes twitched in my open sandal sling-back heels. I heard my coffee cup knock over and my pencil holder tumble to its side. A stack of legal files crashed to the floor from my shaking. I even heard myself panting, trying to get to the climax part of my self-pleasure.

I didn’t care if things fell. Nothing else mattered when my hand was buried between the wet folds between my legs, and my clit was swelling with pleasure. My mind continued to race with dirty thoughts of Cameron, the stud with the long cock with a big fat mushroom head outline that I could vaguely see if I let my brain fill in the details that my eyes took in when I grabbed a glance at his crotch, something that I did at any time that I thought he wasn’t looking. I imagined him kneeling before me, begging to lick my clit, being forced
to pleasure me and not even be allowed to touch
himself
until I had many orgasms.

“Oh, Cameron,” I heard myself whisper over and over while I thought of his mouth nestled between my legs, worshiping me. “Cameron, lick me like the submissive dog you are. Lick between my legs and don’t stop until I release myself on your face. Cameron, do it now!”

I was breathless while his name slipped from my lips at a higher volume. I was in the moment with my fingers sliding and pressing my clit, and it was one moment of pure bliss and sheer delight.

Imagine my surprise and shock when I heard his voice answer me back.

“What was that, Ms. Cox?” I heard his voice echo in my office. My mouth dropped open in horror…
and wicked pleasure
.

I felt the rush of adrenaline shoot through my racing heart. I pulled my spread leg off the desk and immediately tried to regain my composure and my balance before I stood up to pull my panties back in place. Not only were my legs shaking, my hands were, too! His voice had literally caught me with my pants down!

“Ms. Cox, do you need something?” His voice echoed in my office again from the intercom that verbally connected us.

I couldn’t get my right foot back in the small hole of my underwear. I leaned on some stacked files, tripping on the tiny thong and the files crashed to the floor in a sea of paper
and fluttering Post-Its. I heard him call out my name again, and I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to moan. What I ended up doing was making a weird noise that was somewhere between a groan and a squeak, a sound that was half embarrassment and half pleasure.

“I’m
uhhhh
—”

“I can’t hear you, Ms. Cox. Hang on, I’m on my way.”

I finally found my way back into my panties and began to quickly pull them up over my thighs when Cameron walked into the office.

In less than two seconds, he stood in front of me with a surprised look on his face. My skirt was hiked up over my ass and in a twisted bunch around my waist. My panties were nearly in place, and my face was likely distorted from shock. I pasted what I hoped was
an it
’s-not-what-you-think smile on my face and froze it there, while I could feel my cheeks flaming with guilt.

Cameron was my subordinate. Although extremely attractive, he was also my employee and it was going to be tough to explain myself. I watched him freeze in absolute shock, only a cheek muscle twitching. I froze, as well. We both stood there staring at each other without either of us saying a single word.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to drop to the ground and hide under my desk, but I decided to take the high road. Hell, why was he just standing there like a frozen Popsicle with a twitch instead of realizing that I was in a
compromising situation? When he walked in on me, his first reaction should have been to turn around and politely leave.

It was time for me to regain my composure and speak in what I hoped was a not-guilty tone. “Cameron, did you need something?” I asked with
a nonchalance
in my voice.

“You called my name, ma’am.”

“I most certainly did not!”

“Yes, you did, over the intercom,” he said. “I plainly heard you say ‘Cameron!’ with some sort of urgency.
Several times.
I heard things falling and it looks like the pile of files spilled off your desk.” He made no move to pick them up. I saw his eyes try not to glance down at my skirt, which was still bunched up around my hips.

“I was just adjusting my skirt, Cameron,” I said in a nonchalant voice. I grabbed the bottom of my skirt and
shimmied
it down my thighs before I sat down and adjusted some papers on my desk. “Why are you still standing there? Get me some coffee and work on the interrogatories that I asked you to put together for me.”

He was irritating me now. His doe-eyed look and still-frozen stance was going to send my nerves over the edge.

“Move!”
I yelled.

I watched him back out of my office and forcefully close the door. Once he was gone, I clicked off the intercom that my foot had unexpectedly kicked on, and I inhaled deeply and that breath tasted of regret, embarrassment, and even
excitement. What were the chances that something like that would happen while I was pleasuring myself? I didn’t know whether to groan in misery or giggle in amusement.

I was, however, very disappointed that I didn’t bring myself to a full orgasm, but then, I was glad that I had most my clothes on when he’d barged into my office, thinking that I’d needed professional assistance from him. I would have been beyond embarrassed if he would have seen me with my leg propped up on my desk and my fingers aggressively rubbing my clit. The thought alone made me slightly laugh.

The rest of the evening passed in relative silence, with him not meeting my eyes as he completed the interrogatories and handed them to me, along with my coffee from the office break room. I wondered if we would ever make direct eye contact again.

It was the most awkward evening of working late that I’d ever had. At the end of the night, going home in the car, I didn’t know whether I should snicker or scream. Once I got on the freeway, I did both.

It had been almost a week since my sexual indiscretion in my office with Cameron catching me with my panties not quite up. I dictated work tasks and treated him with little regard, hoping that he would forget about the vulnerable situation that he found me in. Like any other office drama, I was betting that it would blow over, eventually. They always did.

I also made sure that I kept my eyes diverted from his God-given package between his legs. I didn’t want my mind to arouse my sexual desires for him again. We had way too much work to get done, and frankly, I was worried that my respect from him had been compromised because I had been caught in such a compromising situation.

I watched him through my window as he strolled to my office door and knocked. Knocking on my door was something that he started to do after he had walked in on me the week prior. He was being so careful and polite that I felt shame at his excessive caution.

“Come in.”

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Cox?”

“Please, call me Victoria.”

He nodded. Only a small raise of an eyebrow betrayed his surprise that we were now on a first-name basis.

“I asked you to draw up the contract and have it signed by Lee, no later than today. Why wasn’t it done?”

“You
never
specified a date, Victoria.”

The dripping sarcasm in his voice was enough to provoke my anger. After all, I’m a heavy-handed, dominating female who has had to establish herself in a strongly male dominated profession. It was now time to re-establish my authority over my paralegal employee.

“I
did
specify a date, Cameron.”

The only problem I had was that taunting bulge in his gray slacks. I looked away and focused back on the situation at hand.

I decided, at that moment, that I was going to flex my authority. If Cameron started to be irresponsible about the work I gave him, then it would ultimately affect the success of my law firm. I refused to tolerate such disregard for the consequences of imperfection.

“Cameron, because you didn’t do what I asked you to do,
when
I asked you to do it, we will have to work late this evening.”  I stood and walked to the front of my desk.

“I can’t. I have plans tonight,” he said, almost aggressively.

“You mean, you
had
plans.”