“God, Kelsey, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, and she bit her lip, glancing toward the door before pulling her skirt up in front. The thought that someone could walk in—she would get fired. They both would!
The insistent throb between her legs demanded more when he moaned again, and she quickly shoved her hand down under her skirt, into her striped tights, past her panties. The blonde trimmed hair of her pussy parted easily for her probing fingers, and she rubbed herself as she listened to him.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned and Kelsey slipped two fingers into her pussy, her eyes closing. Oh god, the sound of him—his breath coming so fast, hand moving over his cock—the shift and sway of him in the stall. “I’m gonna cum all over you, Kelsey!”
Her name in his mouth! Her fingers moved faster, thumb working hard against her clit, rubbing herself furiously.
“Gonna come, gonna come!” he grunted, groaning, his voice a low growl. “Ohhh fuck, ohhh god, yeah!”
Kelsey shuddered, pressing her cheek against the mirror over the sink as she came too, her fingers buried deep into her sopping wetness. Her breath clouded the surface as her climax overtook her and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out.
Kelsey quickly removed her hand, pulling down her skirt. In the stall, things were quieter now, but she could still hear him panting.
“Hello?” she called, daring, heart racing. “Did you… were you the one who… sent me the message to meet you here?”
There was a silence, and then the door behind her opened.
“Oh, wow, uh…” Steve from personnel walked in, staring at her, his gaze moving over her outfit.
“Sorry, wrong door,” Kelsey apologized, breezing past him and scrambling around the corner toward her desk. Oliver’s door was closed, thankfully. Still trembling, she sank into her chair, staring at her computer screen. No new interoffice messages.
She remembered the message she had sent to him and called it back up, wondering if there was a way to unsend it now.
* * * *
She knew Oliver was going to “spank” her—whatever that meant—but she couldn’t help herself. She wore them again, those sexy striped tights that had turned him on so much—her mystery interoffice messenger—after she washed them out in the sink and left them to dry over the shower curtain rod. Although this time she was at least wearing a presentable skirt and jacket to go with them.
First thing, before Oliver arrived, she decided to go see Mike in the tech department. His office was tucked behind all the huge machines that kept their system going. She had no idea what they all did but they sure looked impressive, standing ceiling high, with their blinking lights.
“Mike?” she called over the hum.
He poked his head around the corner. “Hey... I called you, did you get my message?”
She nodded as he came around the corner to greet her. “Yeah, thanks, the ID seems to be working just fine. I sent a memo out yesterday, everyone seemed to get it.” To say the least, she thought. “So, I’ve got another question for you. Do you have a list of everyone’s IDs?”
“Sure.” Mike leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Well, I got a strange message yesterday from an ID I didn’t recognize. Can you tell me who it is?”
“Sure,” he agreed again. “What is it?”
“DUX217.” She couldn’t help recalling the image of Matt looking at her stockings the day before. Of course, everyone had looked at her stockings. Including her own boss! And she’d been daring—or stupid—enough to wear them again. What was she thinking?
Mike nodded. “Just a sec.” He disappeared around the corner again, into his office. She waited, watching the lights blinking on the machines.
“Hmm, that’s weird...”
She looked up to see him coming back around the corner with a paper in his hand.
“I’ve got a list of everyone’s IDs, and that’s not on it. It doesn’t sound familiar to me, either. Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure.”
“Well...” He shrugged. “I’ll look into it. Do a little more digging. Can you forward me the message?”
Kelsey flushed.
“No...” Thinking quickly, she lied. “I erased it.”
“Okay, well, if you get another one, shoot it over to me so I can trace it.”
Kelsey imagined Mike reading yesterday’s message and it made her blush even more.
“Okay,” she said, knowing she could never forward him such a message. He was looking at her funny and she knew from the heat in her face that it must be red. “Thanks anyway.”