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The Wrong Panties

... the button. The pulse this time, once again starting at the lowest insert, was slightly stronger. As the longer bar on the graph grew, taking almost a full second to reach its full length, the stronger pulse took slightly longer to travel the length of her slit. Once again, Carmel found her hips betraying her composure, and she rocked forwards in her chair, the final insert lingering slightly longer on her clit, the intensity slightly higher. Carmel's eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them again, her hips rocking back again and the baseline intensity returning, she saw Josh looking at her intently. Could he tell something strange was happening with her?

"Any questions at this point?" Josh asked the room in general.

"Carmel?" he asked, his focus turning to her. "Or should I continue?"

Carmel cleared her throat, but her reply came out somewhat husky, "Please, continue."

sh turned his attention once more to the screen.

"Unfortunately, the following month was a little slower again. Not quite as bad as month one, just a little less than month two."

Carmel's eyes fell once more on Josh's pointer hand, and she found herself willing his thumb to press the button, a sudden thought entering her mind that it was like his thumb on her clit. Appraising his hands, she realized that they were large - like a workman's hands. She imagined his grip would be strong, those long, thick fingers wrapping around the bar in the gym. Or around his throbbing cock. At ...

... this thought, Carmel's eyes flicked back to Josh's crotch. Had the bulge grown?? No, surely it was all in her lust-fuelled mind. Again she realized she was staring at his crotch, her eyes almost glazed over, and she realized her tongue was absent-mindedly running along her lower lip. She forced her eyes away and up to the screen, but not before stealing a quick glance at Josh's face, almost pleased to notice he had caught her again.

For the next few minutes, Josh discussed the differences between the first three months, not having to use the pointer again, and Carmel slowly regained her composure. The low-intensity buzzing continued to torment her, but it was once again manageable. Carmel mentally congratulated herself on her willpower as she focused on Josh's presentation, keeping her eyes away from his hand… or his crotch. And only making the appropriate level of eye contact, even nodding at appropriate statements in the presentation. She was a professional, after all, and her mind was much stronger than any bodily sensations.

"Ok, who wants to take a guess at our predictions for next month?" Josh asked the group. Various people made predictions, commenting on the different market forces that could potentially be at play.

"Before I reveal them, remember the factors that influenced our slowest month," Josh said.

At that Josh clicked back on the device in his hand, the most recent bar of the graph disappearing and only leaving the smallest bar.

At that, a new ...