The Wrong Panties - Sex Stories

The Wrong Panties

... told herself to control herself. Yes, she appeared to be experiencing some kind of malfunction with her panties - which she would be throwing straight in the bin on the way home, mind you - but she could remain professional and keep her mind focused on the task at hand.

Josh was talking again, explaining that in the first month of the financial year, sales had been slow. He pressed the pointer and a bar graph grew from the bottom x-axis, extending upwards over the space of about half a second to stop about a quarter of the way up the y-axis of the graph. Carmel was prepared for another more intense pulse at her crotch, but the pattern of it caught her off-guard. At the moment of the initial click, a slightly more intense pulse buzzed at the lowest vibration insert, positioned between her asshole and her pussy hole, and as the graph grew on the screen in front of her, the pulse travelled forwards, almost as though an electric finger was dragged up along her slit, finishing by lightly flicking her clit as the bar on the graph reached its full height.

Carmel managed to stifle the groan which threatened to burst from her throat, biting her hip, but couldn't help rocking her hips forward in her seat, pushing her clit down against the momentary stimulation there, trying to capture the fleeting moment before the intensity dropped back down the low, background buzz along her full crotch. Carmel let out an inaudible sigh, rocking back in her seat again.

Josh went on, ...

... explaining the market forces that had apparently led to the low sales figures. Out of everyone in the room, he looked mostly at Carmel, her being his supervisor and the person he needed to impress most. She found herself locking eyes with him, realizing after a few moments that the eye contact had gone on too long, and glancing away. She realized it was the fault of the panties, but she couldn't help thinking about how attractive he was. 6'2", slightly messy brown hair, dark eyes, a little bit of stubble on his strong jaw, broad shoulders, arms that filled his shirt nicely, obviously from many hours spent in the gym, a flat midsection that she wouldn't mind seeing shirtless, and a bulge in his slightly-too-tight pants that left less to the imagination than they should at work…

Horrified, Carmel realized too late that she had been staring at Josh's crotch, rocking back and forth ever so slightly, her breathing heavier than usual. She snapped her focus back up to Josh's face, realizing that he was looking at her with even more intensity than usual. Had he caught her staring at his crotch?!? Had anyone else noticed how intensely his eyes were boring into her? Or was she just imagining it in her heightened state of arousal?

Her focus managed to lock back onto Josh's words, dragging her eyes away from his to look at the graph.

"Luckily, in the following month," Josh began, "we saw much bigger sales."

Carmel's eyes flicked to the device in his hand just as his thumb pressed on ...