EroticReverie

Janelle

Holy shit. My heart is pounding so hard, and I can feel the throbbing of my pussy as I rub my hand over myself and then rub my fingertips over my clit. He's watching me. My boss is watching me touch myself. Jesus, what was wrong with me? Why was I like this? Why was any man I had an extreme attraction to always taken? And why was I standing here in his office, corrupting him. Curtis was good. He wasn't like the other taken men i'd dated. 

I know I should stop, I know I shouldn't get off in front of him, but I was horny, and selfish and god I loved the way he looked at me, especially right now, nostrils flaring over and over, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, biting his knuckles and dragging his hands over his face or fingers through his hair.  It drove me crazy to watch him resist me. Watch him fight to keep his hands off me. 

I want him closer again, I want him digging his erection against me, making me feel how hard he is, letting me drag my tits over his chest through our clothes to give my tight nipples relief. 

"I'm so wet" I whimper again and listen to him groan and then slide my hand down, and I finger myself slowly. 

"oh shit" I exhale as I bite my lip and drive my finger deeper inside me and he groans with a curse as I move my finger back out and then slip it back in. 

I couldn't stop myself, my lips parted and I just spilled every filthy shameful secret in my head. 

"I want you inside of me" I pant. Another groan from him across the room, his hand adjusting his cock again. 

"I hate that I can't fuck you right now" I moan. 

"I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me" I say and watch him grip his dick through his pants. 

"I want to-"

I startle and my hand drops from between my legs as I jump and so does Curtis as his office door opens and both of our heads jerk to the door.

"Hey fucker where yours hot sec-" James stops , mouth open , brows lifting when he takes in the guilty looks on our faces.

"Oh." he smirks. "Oh, shit." 

I clear my throat. Tucking a piece of loose hair that frames my face behind my ear and then nod to Curtis. 

"Thank you Mister Cash, let me know how you'd like me to schedule the meetings and lunch." I say and walk quickly over to where I set my notepad and pen.

"Oh no, no. I'll leave, You two look like something really important was going on." James says and I avoid his gaze. Curtis already around his desk, sitting, probably to hide the erection I gave him. God. I really was a slut. Axel would just love to berate me for this one. 

"No, we were just done." I say. "It's okay." I say and clear my throat again. And nod to James without looking at him.

"Good day Mister West." I say and keep walking. 

Before I even get the door closed, I hear James laugh and then call Curtis a "dirty rascal".

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Curtis

I glare at James from across the room. This was all his fault, he had to invite her to lunch the other day. Had to make me see her as more than an employee or co worker. 

"You two were standing across the room, but it's clear as fuck with her red cheeks and your not so subtle pant snake ready to rip apart this room." he gestures to my groin from the other side of the desk. I roll my eyes. 

"Tell me" James says. "Tell me what happened." he says like the gossip queen he is. 

"No. Nothing happened." I say. 

"bullshit!" he says and slaps his knee and kicks his leg up and rests his ankle on his other knee. 

"You two were about to fuck, I can smell the shit in the air" he says lifting his nose and taking an inhale. 

"Fuck, bring her back in..I want to watch." James says and I sigh and roll my eyes. 

"You're such a prick" I mutter and shake my head. 

"Cmon, let me watch you give it to her good. Man, I bet the load you got all worked up for her is gonna drown her. Youd flood this whole office with it." he says, and I cant help but laugh. 

"Jesus christ, just shut up." I say shaking my head at him still. 

"Janelle!" he yells. My eyes widening. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper yell.

"JANELLE COME HERE PLEASE!" James yells, and a second later Janelle is opening the door. 

"Is..is everything okay?" she asks. 

"No it's not. Come here Janelle." he says. 

"No. You can go. Don't listen to him. Ever." I say and she seems torn, and opens her mouth to speak. 

"Janelle, off the HR record...bring your sweet ass in here a moment." James says and I grumble at James. 

"Watch your mouth." I growl at him and he just gives a smirk and I look up and watch Janelle step in and close the door. 

She walks over and James gives me a winning smirk of victory. 

"Y-yes?" she asks and James looks at her. 

"Two things. Tonight we're all going out." James says and I sit up straighter. 

"James.." I say in warning and he holds up a hand. 

"No kiss ultimatums." He points at Janelle, she looks away in guilt but nods. 

"And, bring your pain in the ass friend." James says. 

Janelle half smiles. "Axel?"

"That her name? The red head made of piss and vinegar?" he asks, but he knows her name James just likes to be a dick. 

"Yes. Her name is Axel." Janelle says. 

"Right , you and Axel, come with us, were going to go to Brigg's." James says. 

"Oh, ...I don't know if me or Axel can really afford-" she says

"It's on Curtis." James says and I roll my eyes as his smirk. 

"I'll pay for myself....and for Axel" James says. "But only if she's gonna put out afterward." 

I roll my eyes and Janelle scoffs with a laugh. 

"I'll pay Axel's way." I say and Janelle lifts her eyes to me. 

"You....you want to go out?" she asks. 

As I open my mouth to answer, James does it for me. 

"Fuck yeah he does. I know you saw that stick of dynamite in his pants before I walked in here. You two don't fool me. I wrote the book on office hookups." he says and I just shake my head and Janelle laughs slighty, half nervous, half amused. 

"Eight o clock. Be there. Tell Axel to wear something slutty." James says and I just shake my head. 

"If I force her to hang out with you again, she might end our friendship. She can only stand so much torture." Janelle says and I give a little smile. 

"Don't try to insult me dear. Your evil fire crothched friend if far superior at it. Your insults simply won't do." James says standing. 

"Excuse me. I have to go before i give MYSELF an erection. Later doll face." he clicks his tongue and points a finger at Janelle. 

"Later pussy" he yells back at me over his shoulder and is out the door before I can even give a retort. 

Janelle stands at the chair across from my desk and just blinks, chewing her lip.

"I...I should probably get back to work." she says, swallowing hard, just like me. 

How do I tell her I want her to continue what she was doing? That I want to watch her cum, that I want to know what she looks and sounds like when she climaxes?

"I'm...I'm sorry I got carried away. It was unprofessional and just...I should have." she says. 

"To be clear. I was just as unprofessional. And, I ...while he just put a damper on it....I still...really...want to watch you finish." I say boldly and she chews her lower lip and then licks it. 

"I...Im not sure I should." she says. 

I dont question it. I nod. 

"Okay. You're right. I'm sorry." I say and she looks up and blushes. 

"I want to. It's not that I don't want to. I just...your wife." she says and I nod. 

"Right." I reply and look at her. 

"But...maybe....if we don't touch...it's okay?" she asks and I nod, agreeing with this dumb as fuck logic, but I couldnt stop myself. 

She walks over and places her hands on my desk and leans over slightly, her breasts pushing together. 

"Will you dance with me later?" she asks and I inhale.

"Briggs isnt really a dancing place." I say and she smiles and shrugs.

"Maybe after Briggs?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. "At my place." 

I swallow. 

"You can decide later." she smiles and bites her lips lightly. 

"Then I can finish what I started in here before Mister West walked in" she says softly and my dick throbs in response. 

I nod. 

She smiles. "Well...I'll get back to work now Mister Cash." she turns, and I watch as she walks away and grip the sides of my desk when the door closes. 

I could kill James. He'd interrupted us, interrupted her from the orgasm she so very very deserved. I just stare at my door, wondering how fucking wet she is on the other side of the door. 

The rest of the afternoon, is pure fucking torture.