Fun at the Office with Jess

I walked into my office at work. Jess, who worked for me as my Administration manager, was sitting behind my desk. "Hi Paul," was mumbled softly as she was peering intently at the work on the screen. We had known each other for 15 years, since we had both started with the company.

It wasn't unusual for Jess to seek the peace and quiet of my office when I wasn't using it. I was not concerned that she was sat in my chair behind my desk. I've never been one to care about trivia concerning seats and who's sat where.

I went for the spare chair in the office and wheeled it to the end of the desk, as I was about to sit down Jess looked up and asked me to sit next to her, she wanted to show me something on the computer.

Moving closer to her she started talking me through some changes she had made to a document which I had earlier said was unacceptable, the fixes she had applied were as I had suggested, the review wasn't taking much of my attention.

I was starting to notice her lightly perfumed smell and moved slightly in my chair so I could look at her a little bit more.

Jess was thirty eight however looked like she was still in her late twenties.

At 5 foot 2 inches Jess wasn't a tall girl, she was however slim with perfectly proportioned breasts which were pert and firm without being big.

I had known for many years that she didn't like wearing a Bra, she normally just made sure she something on underneath her blouse to reduce the potential for embarrassment.

She had a slim fine face with long blond hair; her face was further enhanced by a long slender neck, blue eyes, clear skin, a small button nose.

Jess stopped talking, pausing after giving a complex explanation of the proposed change to the system. I watched as she raised her arms above and behind her head, she arched her back as she stretched, yawning gently.

I had always been a little attracted to Jess, the same way I am attracted to any object of beauty whether it is a car, plane or yacht. Something I could admire for build and purpose without needing to own it, and some women definitely fall into that category.

I don't know if Jess realised stretching like this had pushed her breasts outwards, or if she realised how this would affect me. Looking at her now prominent breasts and the slender side view of her body, I noticed her breasts straining against the stretched blouse, and could see shape of the nipples.

Within a moment I had mentally undressed her and was already imagining the shape of her naked body. These thoughts caused a little stirring in my pants, I didn't want to get hard, so tried hard to push the thoughts out of my head, looking for distraction I sought the notes I had written on my notepad.

Jess started talking again, her attention taken with the work on the Pc. I looked down at the desk and then my notepad, a small movement caught my eye. I realised that by moving the focus of my eyes a little I could see Jess's legs, she had long slim legs which I had admired on many occasions, today they were covered by smart business slacks.

My eyes were drawn slowly up her legs and I almost gasped when I reached the top, the slacks Jess was wearing were of a soft black material and I could see had a side zip on the hip to fasten them. The material had been pulled by the way she was sitting causing the material to tighten at the crotch.

The soft material had moulded itself to her body I could see very clearly the slight bulge of her pubis and underneath the slightly puffy lips with a slight groove in the middle or as we say when joking about this phenomenon at the tennis club, it's a "Camels Toe".

I turned my attention back to the screen but my mind was in turmoil, I was now fully aroused and could feel the tenting in the front of my trousers. Moving slightly eased some of the tension but this just put me closer to Jess.

What could I do? What could I say? We were employed by a major employer with very strict rules about conduct. An inappropriate conversation Marmaris Escort or even a suggestion of physical contact could get me dismissed.

Privacy was non existent, we weren't alone. Whilst there were just the two of us in my office, the wall of the office facing the desk was glass, with a glass door in the middle. Through the glass I could see 40 or so of the staff I managed sitting at their workstations.

I turned back to the Pc screen and concentrated on anything which would take my mind off Jess, it just wasn't working. Moving a little closer to the desk I let my hand fall casually off the desk placing it on my leg, then a moment latter I placed it on Jess's knee.

Jess stiffened a little then seemed to relax. We had previously both touched each other in this discrete way, putting a hand on each others leg under the desk. This was done because we were comfortable in each others presence, and sometimes we both liked to tease. It was a game, but one that had not yet gone anywhere out of bounds.

I started to question myself, was it safe to continue, I still wasn't sure but decided I had to push my luck a bit further.

In gentle soft massaging movements I moved my hand on Jess's knee and began to move in an elliptical route which slowly began to cover more of her inner thigh. We had both done this before, without actually touching each others sex. Jess's breathing was beginning to quicken and I noticed she had opened her legs slightly granting me more access.

I had to be discrete as any major movement would be visible above the desk but I started moving my hand back towards the top of Jess's legs. I brushed my fingers on her thigh getting close to her sex; I purposely didn't touch her sex, but moved to the other leg.

I heard a gentle moan from Jess and began to move my hand again towards her sex. My aim was to tease a little, as I reached almost as far as I could without touching it I changed my attention to the other leg again.

Jess by this point had given up on pretending to work and had closed her eyes breathing deeply; at that point her mobile phone rang breaking into our private moment.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, leaving my hand resting on her thigh, Jess answered the phone.

The caller was her boyfriend and as Jess started talking to him I decided to have a little more fun. My hand was still on her lap, fingers resting an inch from her hot sex, and I could sense the heat. Listening to Jess's side of the conversation I waited.

I was looking for my cue for action, which was to be when I sensed that Jess was beginning a long sentence. This was it! Jess had started describing her plans for the weekend. Moving slowly I reached back and gently put the tips of my fingers into the covered groove of her sex, then slowly started moving my hand up and down.

Jess paused in mid sentence, and seemed unable to string two words together. She then clamped her legs together effectively locking my hand in place with no chance of further movement. I kept my hand still, the edge of my fingers were still inside the hot groove, and were definitely getting wet from the damp material. Jess continued talking to her boyfriend for a few minutes, then turned toward me and smiled whilst still having the conversation.

Jess kept her legs clamped together hard until she had finished the call, on putting the phone down she asked "What are we going to do about this?" whilst smiling slyly.

I replied "We should go downstairs to the basement and check the archive room is ok" then after a slight pause I added "We need to talk."

Jess didn't pause, just smiled again and then standing she said, "See you there in a few minutes." She walked out of the office with a file in her hand as if busy on some task.

The archive room was a windowless fire and sound proofed room in the basement. It's a large room built when a computer with all the computing power of an average cell phone would have stood six feet tall and Marmaris Escort Bayan four foot square.

The reduction in the size of the modern computer equipment meant the room was no longer used for its original purpose, it had been changed into a confidential archive