Exposed at the Office - Sex Stories

Exposed at the Office

... mouth, when he cuts across me.

"The clients are in reception. They'll be here in moments. Fix. This."

I gape at him, ice running through my veins, unable to comprehend how today could get any worse, when Sophie chips in.

"Quick, you reach the papers and hand them to me. I'll rearrange them and we can get them in the folders. We can fix this."

To Mr Daniels, she seems like a kind, helpful colleague, supporting an incompetent junior to save the day. But I know what she's asked me to do. She wants me to lean over the table in my wraparound skirt, knowing that she has my panties, and my bare behind will be exposed for Mr Daniels to see. I pause, looking for a way out of this nightmare. She raises one eyebrow. I am trapped.

I turn, and lean over the table, one hand clutching at my skirt hem, desperately trying to keep it down over my bum. But I can't support my weight and reach for the papers; I will overbalance and I know I will fall into the middle of the square. Reluctantly, I relinquish the hold on my skirt and use that hand to support myself on the table top, praying that my skirt stays put and that Mr Daniels isn't getting an eyeful of my shaved pussy and asshole. I reach out and gather up papers, all the time imagining how undignified I must look, splayed out across the table reaching for the scattered papers. Oh God, if the clients came in now...

Suddenly, I feel a hand on the back of my thigh, gripping my leg. I gasp in shock, spinning my head to see ...

... who has touched me there...Sophie. Of course.

"Here, pass them up," she says, her voice level and calm. I can't breathe, feeling her fingers pressing on my stockinged leg. She is standing between me and Mr Daniels, so he can't see where her hand is; to him, she is still the helpful PA, rescuing the situation from disaster. I pass her the first set of papers. As she takes them, she shifts her hand up my thigh, up to my stocking top. My breath catches again. What is she playing at? Will she expose me completely?

The last papers are just out of reach. I will have to stretch to reach them. I shift myself forward, and nearly topple over. I have to put my free hand down on to the ground, so I am now completely over the table, bum in the air, with Sophie holding me down so my legs don't flail upwards. So much for making a good impression on the boss, I think.

As I reach my hand out for the final papers, I feel the fabric of my blouse stretching and straining. Just another couple of inches away...I reach out further...and then, to my horror, I feel a pop. Sure enough, one of the blouse buttons bounces past my eyeline, coming to rest just near to the final papers. Oh God, what am I going to do? I realise, in that moment, that the burst button has given me the freedom of movement I need to stretch the final inch. I grab the stray button, and the final papers, and try to shuffle back into an upright position.

As I move back across the table, I feel my skirt scrunch up. Shit. I ...