Fingering myself in office

In an office filled with desks, four to be exact,
A door that stayed open, no need to retract.
Two desks on one side, facing each other,
Two on the other, a walkway in the middle, a separate cover.

The corner held the door, diagonal and right,
I'd sneak a glance, spy them before they were in sight.
During lunchtime, when I was alone for an hour,
I received a call that made me ache and desire.

Al, on the other end, a date he wanted to arrange,
And as the call ended, a throbbing began to exchange.
Being in charge, I had to stand my ground,
I turned my chair, opened a drawer, and put my foot down.

No tights were worn, a skirt and blouse I chose,
With the gusset pushed aside, my wetness arose.
Hot for this guy, I slid my hand between my thighs,
My finger along my slit, rubbing my clit with deliberate ties.

Eyes forward, business-like, in case someone approached,
The tension built, knowing Al I would soon encroach.
The thought of sucking his cock, kissing his lips,
The adrenaline surged, a climax held within my grips.

Looking back, I chuckle at my audacious act,
A sexy minx indeed, my nerve intact.