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The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for adult 
readers. If you think you would be offended or are under the age of 
consent in your country and/or locale then this is not intended for 
you and should be deleted immediately or I will tell your mommy.


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Company Time
by See-El

I hate my job. The only reason I come in anymore is because I have to. My 
name is Jeanine Traylor and I work in the secretarial pool at a large 
company. I am just a nameless face in this dreary place. 

I say hello to several of my co-workers. You have to come in earlier if 
you want to chat at all.

Sitting down at my desk, I dread another eight and a half hours at this 
place. My desk is bereft of all personal accouterments. I am told that it 
would make our workplaces look unprofessional. No radios or headsets are 
allowed. Trips to the water cooler and coffee room are watched and all 
phone calls are logged.

I mindlessly pound away on my IBM General Selectric and watch the clock on 
the wall slowly tick off the first hour. Today, however I have something 
new. Something personal from home.

I take the vibrating egg from out of the pocket of my slacks and slip it 
down the front of my pants and into my panties. I make sure that it is 
not touching my clit; too much stimulation just would not do. I place my 
hand into my pocket and switch on the battery pack to the lowest setting. 
The quiet hum of the vibrator is covered up by the hum of my typewriter 
and I get back to typing.

I glance out across the floor and see Barbara sneaking a chat with 
Charlene. Barbara has such nice tits. Charlene has a nice ass. I am 
jealous of both. I work out occasionally to firm my ass and to get rid 
of all this stress, but still.

I see Jimmy the mailroom boy is making his way through the secretarial 
pool with his cart. I imagine him plowing the my furrows from behind as 
I continue to type. Now wouldn't that be something. Me typing while he 
bangs me from behind. I smile to myself.

Ida, a supervisor, comes by and gives me a dirty look. She can be such a 
bitch and makes everyone's life much worse that it should be. I imagine 
her under my desk licking my pussy. No, Ida. Lick that side. Kiss it Ida. 
Ida, you bitch, suck my clit.

I feel a tingle and Ida heads down the hall. She is no doubt going to some 
morning meeting. Ida, put your finger in. Press it there. Slide that finger 
in and out while you lick my pussy.

I feel a bit of wetness and scoot my chair in as someone walks by. It is 
Tanya and I imagine that she could service me well. Oh, Tanya. Where did 
you learn how to do that? Ever so softly, she kisses my outer lips and 
her hair brushes against my inner thighs. I reach down and grab a handful 
of her hair and guide her face. She knows what she is doing though and I 
drop my arm to my side.

A cart appears at my side and I see that it is Jimmy. I find that I have 
pushed my chair out and my legs are wide open. I blush and return them to 
a more dignified position. He hands me a packet and turns to go with a 
curious look. With a continuing buzz I get back to work.

I imagine that my chair is pushed all the way back and my legs are far 
apart. Jimmy is thrusting in and out of me. Slow down, tiger. Yes, Ms. 
Traylor? Oh, you mustn't be so formal. We are all friends here.

The motions of my legs must have worked the vibrator lower, for I was 
starting to feel a much more direct stimulation. I found myself on the 
edge of my seat, my back arched and my panties wet. Oh, my. This will 
never do.

I grabbed my purse and put it in front of me. I started to head for the 
ladies' room when I walked by Tanya's desk and she said hello. I turned 
and I must have given her an awful look, judging from her reaction, 
because at that time I came. I said hello and excused myself to the 
bathroom.

In the mirror I could see the redness still present in my face. I had 
gotten off not two feet from Tanya's face and had dreamt of a much more 
closer contact with her. I turned the vibrator off and removed it from 
its position. Was Tanya's typewriter off when I walked by? Did she hear 
anything unusual? Did she see the wire leading from my slacks? I was 
playing a most dangerous game.

I went to a stall and properly frigged myself for a while, cleaned myself 
up and went back to work. 

This is a good way to relieve stress if I do not cause more stress by the 
danger of it. That and if I do not run out of batteries.


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Copyright (C) 1998 See-El, commercial rights reserved. Nom de plume 
registered off-line and rights protected internationally under the 
Berne Convention. Non-exclusive license is granted to retransmit or 
archive this story for non-commercial purposes.


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