Graphic Studio
I had this crush on my boss but he had this hot girlfriend for the longest time so I figured it was better to keep my mischievous thoughts to myself. We were both graphic artists and he had this shop for almost 10 years. He was doing well and I was glad to work for him. There were two others that worked for him on a part time basis but mostly we worked alone. One was an accountant/administrator and the other was this young kid from the nearby high school who would do various odd jobs around the shop.
The office was medium to small in size but comfortable. The office floor plan was a simple rectangular bi-level with the second level running the length of the office on the right side as you enter. There were a set of wide stairs near the front of the shop that provided access to this second level which was two feet above the first level. Large windows adorned the front of the office and brought in much light. This arrangement added character to the space and Tom, my boss, had it furnished appropriately to impress perspective clients. My working area was on this second level and Tom's was below. The arrangement of the furniture provided me with sufficient privacy so that I may accomplish my work with out being disturbed.
Everything was going smoothly until I had gotten fed up with the shadows from the light coming in the front window during specific periods of the day. I mentioned this to Tom and he agreed with me that maybe it would be better if we rearranged things a little. My drafting table was the problem. It faced the back wall and on particularly bright days shadows from my own body would cast over the drawing surface. Since I rarely used my desk which faced the lower level I switched my large drafting table with my desk. Tom helped me move things around. We first moved my desk out of the way and then we stepped over to my drafting table. We naturally got on either end and moved it into place. I then stepped back, turned and logically headed over to the far end of my desk for the final move. As I grabbed the edge I looked up expecting Tom to be on the other side. Tom had not moved and was blankly looking down at my drafting table.
“Tom,” I said to catch his attention.
“Oh, yah,” he said a bit startled. We moved the desk into place and I thanked him for his help. He acknowledged my thanks but seemed a little distracted. I thought nothing of it at the time.
The arrangement worked out great. About a week had past and everything seemed to be working out fine. After my usual cup of coffee one morning I got up and headed down the stairs and passed Tom’s desk to the back of the shop were the bathroom was located. As I passed him I could see that he was quite flushed. I did not say anything and proceeded to the bathroom.
When I returned Tom looked fine. I went back to work and thought nothing of it. Some time later in the morning I again had to go to the bathroom. As I came down the stairs and looked at Tom he again looked flushed and acted a little fidgety. I asked him if everything was okay and he quickly said he was fine.
After going to the bathroom I returned to my desk. I sat down and turned on my swivel chair to face my large drafting table. I continued to work but I could not stop wondering what could be bothering Tom. Lunch time soon came and Tom yelled out that he would be back in about an hour and that I should answer his phone if it rings. He indicated that he was expecting a phone call from an important client. I told him not to worry as he left. I usually brought my lunch and had no problem staying.
Well it wasn’t long before his phone rang. I rushed down the stairs and to his desk to answer his phone before his answering machine picked up. It indeed was the perspective client and I confirmed his appointment for later that afternoon. As I hung up the phone I made Tom a note. As I finished the note I sat back in Tom’s chair placing my arms behind my head. I had never sat at Tom’s desk and it felt strange. In my mind I fantasized about what it would be like to be the boss. As I twirled around and looked about at the many display boards showing off our work I noticed that one of the display boards right behind his desk was out of place.
“That's odd”, I said out loud to myself as I stopped twirling and turned to face the boards. There was a two inch gap between the boards. It was obvious one of the boards had been purposely pushed over slightly. Out of intuition I leaned forward and peered between the boards. My heart sank, it was my large drafting table. From this position I could see right up under my drafting table and see my swivel chair. The chair was slightly higher than eye level, not more than four feet away and most alarmingly it was at the best possible angle for him to see right up under my skirt and between my legs. I was overcome with a sense of panic as I fully realized that this was no accident. He was too meticulous a man to leave his display boards ajar in such a fashion.
I immediately looked down at my dress. I was wearing a sun dress that day that came down to just above my knees. All I had on underneath was a pair of white cotton panties. In a panic I got up and scurried back up stairs and peered under my desk. The gap now seemed large and very obvious. How could I have not noticed this before I thought to myself. My heart raced as I climbed up on my chair and sat down. Half in shock I looked down upon myself. My legs were slightly parted and my dress fell to either side as expected allowing a clear view all the way up my dress to my panties.
My goodness I thought to myself no wonder he was flustered. My heart raced and I turned red myself. I felt embarrassed. I looked up at the drafting board and then back down at my legs. It was then I realized that I usually did not sit this formally when I worked. I picked up my pen and started to work. I tried to focus as best I could on how I would work naturally. As I did so I periodically looked down upon myself to gauge my position. Sure enough over time I had scooted more and more to the edge of the chair and parted my legs further.
My God he didn’t just have a view up my skirt, he had a unobstructed view of my innermost thighs and an even more intimate view of my panty covered pussy. My heart raced with embarrassment and excitement. I closed my legs and scooted back in my chair. It felt real awkward to work in this way.
It was not long before he returned from lunch and seemed to be in much better spirits. I stumbled on the words when I told him that his appointment was confirmed. He asked if anything was wrong and I shrugged and said of course not. For the rest of the day I kept my legs closed and struggled through my work.
That evening at home I could not get the images of what he must have seen out of my mind. I even went as far as to set up a chair in front of the mirror so that I could see for myself. I was beside myself as I peered at my panty covered pussy in the mirror. By this time my panties were soaked through and were semi-transparent. I could not resist running my fingers down into my panties and over my clitoris. My God what would he think if he saw me doing this at work. That night I fingered my pussy to several satisfying orgasms.
The next morning I struggled with whether I should wear a dress of not. I finally caved in as I threw on one of my lighter sun dresses. I could feel my pussy get wet as I sifted through my panties trying to figure out which ones to wear. I finally decided on a pair of shear white nylon panties. I knew it would not take long for them to become soaked with my juices and become transparent.
I sat myself down in front of the mirror and looked at myself again. A moist spot had already formed and was growing and yes it was making the white nylon material transparent. The pinkish color of my skin and the contour of my pussy lips was showing through. I gathered my things and headed off to the office.
Tom greeted me as I entered and I gave him a big warm smile. I got my coffee and chatted with him briefly about the current projects we were working as I did my best to maintain my composure. My mind kept returning to images of what I had in store for him. It would not be long before he will have an unobstructed view of my pussy through my soaked nylon panties.
I felt his eyes on me as I turned and walked away from him toward the stairs. I looked back and smiled at him as I headed up to the second level. My heart was racing much faster than it had been the previous day. I sat in my chair and turned to face my large drafting table with my legs closed. I glanced at my face in the small mirror on my desk and saw that my face was quite flushed. I took a couple of deep breaths and wondered if he noticed I was flustered.
I then naturally looked down at my legs. My dress was draped lightly over my lap exposing my knees and a third of my thighs. The light airy fabric would let plenty of light through and if I parted my legs he would have a wonderful view. I held my breath as I could not muster the nerve to part my legs.
I looked at the clock and 10 minutes had past and I had yet to do any work. My professionalism prevailed and I returned my thoughts to the job on the board. I had an extremely difficult time but I was able to get some work done. Despite trying to keep busy my thoughts were still on him. I could tell my panties were soaked and I was afraid that they may make a spot in my skirt. Also I needed to relieve the coffee I had drank earlier. As I moved to stand up I purposely parted my legs slowly. My heart pounded as I held this position for several moments. If he was watching he would have gotten a brief fleeting view of my crotch. I took a couple of deep breaths to compose myself before heading down stairs.
We smiled at each other and I gave him a little wave as I headed into the bathroom. The look on his face was different. Various thoughts raced through my head as I entered the bathroom. Did he see me or did he know that I know he was looking at my pussy because I was now sitting with my legs closed.
I yanked my soaked panties down and sat on the pot. The aroma of my pussy filled the room. I looked down at my panties and the entire crotch had soaked through. I took some tissues and tried to dab the moisture away the best I could. I looked back at my skirt and was relieved that there was no wet spot. I straightened myself up and threw water on my face. The smell of my pussy still filled the air.
I left the bathroom door open as I exited. My aroma followed me.
“Would you like some more coffee,” I said as walked up to the side of his desk. I stood there with my legs slightly parted.
“No,” he said as he looked up at me and smiled and then quickly looked back down at his desk.
“You sure it is really no problem,” I said. As I stood there my scent lingered around me. Can he smell me I thought to myself.
“No thanks,” again he said trying to be matter-of-fact. He quickly looked up and then back down.
“Okay maybe I should pass too,” I said as I sauntered back toward the stairs trying to catch as much air under my skirt as I could. My aroma followed me. It was unmistakable, he most assuredly was able to smell me I thought to myself. Just the idea alone made me even that much more horny.
I sat in my chair and kept my legs closed as I turned and faced my large drafting table. I could not work, how could I. He could be peering at me at this very moment I thought to myself. Slowly I leaned forward and strained as I peaked over the top of the table to see if I could see. I had to know.
From this position I was able to barely see the top of his head. He was facing his desk. I watched him as I held my breath. Any moment now I thought to myself. I was sure of it. Then to my surprise he turned his head and looked directly back toward the gap and then his head ducked down and disappeared. My heart pounded. He was actually doing it. He was now most assuredly staring intently at me under my table. I still could not believe it. It is one thing to suspect that someone is looking where they shouldn’t be but it is quite another to actually see them doing it.
That was it, I was going to do it. I could not stand it any longer. I removed my attention from him and looked down at my legs. I felt my pussy tingle as I slowly parted my legs and moved into my more natural drawing position. I looked back up at my drawing board and grabbed my pen. As I tried to draw I slowly spread my legs and scooted more and more to the edge of the chair. My heart raced and raced as I could still not believe I was actually doing it, actually exposing myself to my boss. With my legs parted I felt the cool room air rush in over my soaked panties. I could barely contain myself. In my mind I felt his eyes on me. He no doubt had an eyeful.
Attempting to draw was absolutely useless as I could not help repeatly looked down at myself. Feeling hornier and bolder I parted my legs yet further and scooted even further forward in my seat. As I did this I felt my panties pull up real tight over my pussy. I was now in a very exagerated position. It felt so nasty to be exposing myself so fully. If that doesn’t make his cock rock hard nothing will I thought to myself. I was consumed by the image of him looking at me under the table and the erection that I must be inspiring. My swollen pussy lips must be clearly visible through my soaked panties. I held the position as long as I could as my heart continued to pound hard. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. I could not take it any longer I needed to see him. I needed to see the effect I was having on him and the bulge in his pants.
I quickly got up and headed for the stairs. As I headed down to the first level I looked over his way and I caught him briskly trying to compose himself. As I reached him he had scooted himself close to his desk such that his crotch was not visible. I stepped to his left and sat my butt down on the edge of his desk. As I did this he finally looked up at me. I placed my left hand on his left shoulder and gave him a forceful shove. His chair rolled out from under the desk such that he was now in full view. As I had suspected he had a tremendous bulge in the front of his pants.
“You were looking at me under the table weren’t you,” I boldly said as I pointed at the gap in the display boards. He quickly looked back at the gap and then at me.
“Well I.. I..,” he stammered.
“There is no sense in denying it,” I said as I interrupted him. With that I stood up and quickly walked over to the front of the shop.
“What are you doing,” he blurted out as I closed the blinds, locked the door, and flipped the open/closed sign. I said nothing as I sauntered back to him and stepped between him and his desk forcing him back a little. I then lifted myself up onto his desk and sat back. As I did this I hiked up my skirt and I brought my legs up and placed them on each side of his armrest. With my knees bent and my legs up my dress naturally fell back into my lap giving him an unobstructed view of my crotch.
“Isn’t this what you wanted to see,” I said as I bowed my legs out even further and invitingly looked down at myself. My panties were absolutely soaked through and completely transparent. My pussy lips were swollen and very pink and my pussy hairs were matted from all the moisture. As I looked back up at him he was staring directly at my crotch in utter shock. He was mesmerized for several moments and then something inside him clicked and he stood up and lustfully moved towards me. The bulge in his pants was extremely large and pressing hard out against the fabric of his pants.
He lowered his body down on to mine wrapping his arms around me. My entire body tingled as he pressed himself into me forcing his erection hard into my crotch. It felt incredible. I shuddered as he repeatly ground into me. It was more than enough to set me off but before that happened he released me and pulled back slightly. He hungrily reached down and grabbed my panties and pulled them hard towards himself yanking them off passed my ass even though I was still seated. He then in one quick motion pulled them straight up and off my out stretched legs. As my legs came back down on either side of him I felt the petals of my pussy lips part. My pussy glistened with moisture.
He stepped back and quickly worked the front of his pants. His pants fell to his ankles and his boxer shorts quickly followed. His cock was huge, engorged, and throbbing. The head was very pronounced and purple. Moisture glistened on its tip. His shaft was thick and long and strained against it own skin. His balls where noticably full. He hastily stepped forward positioned himself and with one forceful motion he pressed his large cock completely into me. I screamed and fell back with my arms flailing knocking everything off his desk. I began to orgasm immediately as each pounding stroke sent spasms throughout my body. It did not take long for him as well as he too came quickly.
For the first time in my life I actually felt myself being filled. With each throb of his cock more and more of his juice filled me. He pumped and pumped and his cock throbbed and throbbed spewing stream after stream of his sperm into me. With each throb my pussy spasmed around his cock squeezing every ounce it could out of him. Finally he collapsed on me and whispered, “that was incredible.”
“Yah,” was all I could muster.