“Right, well I will be going then.” He checks his watch like he’s already running late. “See you later.”

I watch him go, my heart thumping painfully against my rib cage as he does. I can’t stop myself from admiring his ass as he leaves. He really is the perfect specimen of a man and I so need him now.

“Urgh, this is killer.” Once he’s gone, my head falls on to my desk. “I want him, why doesn’t he want me too? Why can’t we just fool around and see if there is something really here between us?”

I mean, it could be just a physical connection, it could just be some sexual chemistry that we need to get out of our systems. Once we hook up, this might go. I can’t see it, but it’s possible. In which case, we can have our fun and then move on with our lives. Work will be a hundred times easier that way.

Once everyone else has filtered out of the office, I find myself idly walking in to Zack’s room, just to sit in his chair. Sometimes I like to just sit where he does and inhale him deeply because it brings me closer to him. Only this time as I take the seat, I can’t stop thinking about the naughty idea I had before, about the picture. Sure, Tracey warned me against the idea, and I do understand the risks, but I want it to happen as well. It will certainly take things up another notch and potentially push us together. It could be the trigger.

I bring Zack’s computer to life and flick on his web cam, just considering the idea a little bit more seriously. I see myself on the screen and I guess because I’m clouded in a fog of lust, I have to admit that I’m a little turned on by the sight of myself on his PC. The idea that he might see this makes it more thrilling.

Without even thinking much about it, I hit the record button, creating a video rather than a picture and I blow Zack a kiss. I even roll the straps of my dress down and let my breasts pop free. I don’t often wear a bra to work and it’s because I like the idea of him one day stripping me off. Just like this actually…

In my head, the fantasy becomes him, and I watch my fingers tugging my dress right down. I even wink at my refection as I lift my ass up and I tug it all the way off, dragging my lacy panties down as well. Sure, this is even naughtier than I originally planned to be but spending all day at work so close to Zack is like constant fore play without any release. Now it’s time for me to get exactly what I need. I’m hungry for it.

“Oh, Zack,” I whisper as I spread my thighs and I slip my fingers between my soaking wet folds. My free hand runs over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and knotting up in my hair as I stroke myself in to an oblivion. Watching myself circling my clit and plunging my fingers deep within me is hot as all hell, like seeing myself in a porn movie. That might not be a direct fantasy of mine that I have considered before, but I like it a lot.

My body looks good, my curves feel good, my fingers which I’m picturing as Zack send my head spinning, and it isn’t long before I’m slack jawed and seeing stars. The pressure of pleasure building rapidly within me, it stiffens up my body, I know that I can’t contain it for too long. As phenomenal as this is, I can’t keep myself right on the peak of the mountain, because the wave is coming to knock me off the edge, in to the abyss of bliss.

“Shit,” I cry out as the orgasm shatters through me, as it bucks my hips and causes me to writhe all the way through it. Zack’s chair is the only thing keeping me connected to the planet and I am so grateful for it. “Oh God.”

I can hardly breathe, I can hardly think, I am a raw, vulnerable state. But that was hot as hell and a whole lot of fun, so while I am swimming through the post orgasmic bliss, I stop recording and I play it to myself. I don’t know what it is, but I just want to see it. I need to see exactly what Zack does to me…

“Wow,” I whisper to myself with a giggle. “What an end to the day.”

I kind of imagine Zack watching it, not that he ever will. The video is just for me, not him, however much I would like it to be him. It’s sexy. I just know that it would turn him on and I’m sure our fling, whether it be short term or long term, to kick off at last. I even watch it one more time trying to see it through his eyes as I tug my panties and my dress back on, giggling headily to myself as I do. I must honestly be insane.

Tags: Mia Ford Romance
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