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Under-Desk Tease (750 Words)

This story was written forthe 2024 Literotica 750 Word Challenge. Below this line are exactly 750 words.

Last stop. It was the only office still lit. I knocked on her open door, my perverted brain immediately noting the well-fitted skirt suit, smoky hose, and gleaming stiletto pumps.

"Ms. Ip?" I held up her new desktop.

Irritation flashed across her face, followed by an apologetic smile. Gesturing at her headset, she mouthed, "Singapore."

She switched to her laptop. I crawled under her desk---and groaned at the rat's nest down there.

At least the view was nice. Her foot bobbed gently in the corner of my eye. She popped the shoe loose and swirled it idly.

Balancing the laptop on her knee was ergonomically awful, though. I could see the crick forming in her neck. When I beckoned her back to her desk, she accepted gratefully.

Now I was the one uncomfortable. I had to contort my body, reaching around her to grope for cables I could no longer see. A bracket dug into my shoulder.

I didn't care. This was a fantasy come true. I was kneeling scant inches from a gorgeous woman's legs, feet, and shoes. I could feel the heat of her skin, smell her sandalwood soap, hear the rasp of nylon as she crossed her legs.

All good things come to an end, and so did Sarah's call. She jabbed one pointy toe into my ribs.

"Ms. Ip?" she asked incredulously. "My whole team knows."

"Hey!" I pointed at her open door. "People will see."

"It's eight. Who will ...

... see?"

"Cleaners?"

Sighing, Sarah closed and locked her door. "Now do I get some time with my boyfriend?"

"If you're quiet about it."

Scoffing, she kicked me again. "Whatever. Hurry up. I want to take you home and do unspeakable things to you."

I smiled despite myself. God, I loved this girl.

She crowded me unapologetically now. With the door closed, I felt free to reciprocate. I stroked her calves. I kissed her knee. I rubbed against her shins like a cat. When she reached down to pet me, I nuzzled her hand.

Then she stepped on me. Her dagger-like heel pinned my hand, making the slightest dimple. She looked at me hopefully, face flushed and eyes bright.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, but no bruises I can't cover."

Her face lit up. She blew me a kiss, then went back to work, keyboard clicking busily.

Progress was slower after that. She allowed me a few minutes to work---to recover---before she started toying with me again. Grinding my fingers under her sole. Gouging my forearm with her heel. Trapping my wrist with the arch of her shoe. A few minutes' reprieve, a few minutes' torment. Over and over, as I tried my best to recable her computer.

When I finally finished, I grabbed her shoe and started kissing it. She giggled happily, pressing her foot against my lips. Then I pushed, and she squealed in surprise as her chair rolled back.

"Shh!" I admonished her. Now with room to turn around, I faced her and started worshiping her shoe in earnest.

"Hey." I looked ...