Maggie's Boring Temp Job Ch. 01

"Hey Maggie, I need 100 copies of these, correlated and stapled," one of the salesmen said as he plopped some papers onto my desk and walked away.

"Yes sir," waking me back up to reality.

I immediately took the pages and went to the copy room, holding them to my chest, hoping to hide my hard nipples if they were actually showing. I know I should have gone to the restroom to check, but I was too afraid of the actual reality of my situation and thought if it was really as bad as I thought, how could I handle going through the rest of the day. Maybe if I was ignorant, people wouldn't notice or think I was doing it on purpose. I mean I wasn't doing it on purpose, why would I come to the office, almost naked, exposing myself, feeling these leggings rubbing against me as I walked, making my thoughts even hornier, and making everything feel more and more intense. It felt like I was actually going to have an orgasm, just from walking around the office without even having to touch myself. I couldn't help but think about the people I was walking past, hoping that it wasn't obvious by the look on my face that I was getting off.

When I finally got to the copy room, my heart was beating so fast and I was breathing so hard you'd think I just ran a sprint. I put the papers into the copy machine and took a moment to catch my breath, my nipples were so hard they were almost painful. I finally got the courage to reach down and feel how wet I was. I moaned as my fingers grazed my cloth-covered pussy, I was indeed wet enough that I could feel it through the material of my leggings, and as I pulled my blouse up to see how bad it was, I could finally tell how deeply they were digging into me, it would have been so embarrassing if anyone had seen. It was the very first time I had experienced having a camel toe.

"Something wrong with the copy machine again," one of the other women came up behind me, sounding frustrated.

"Yeah, there was a jam, just fixed it," I tried saying as normally as possible, letting my blouse drop back down to cover me, hoping she didn't notice.

I didn't dare to turn around and look at her, instead I just set the number of copies and stared at the copy machine as it did its work. With the awkward silence, I finally asked, "so how is your morning going so far," only to be met with silence.

I turned around to see that I was all alone again in the copy room, that she had come and gone and I hadn't even noticed. I turned back not realizing how close I was to the machine bumping into it, I could feel the vibrations of the machine against my body and had a very dirty idea. I was barely tall enough on my toes to rub my pussy against one of the corners of the machine, letting it dig into me, the edge finding my clit, the vibrations weren't that strong, but with how sensitive I was, it may as well have been a vibrator.

I was getting so close, when the machine whirred down, the number of copies having been made. Leaving me needing release, I tried to rub myself into the edge, but with my height, it was hard to get the force I needed to get off and it was just leaving me more frustrated as I was clumsily dry humping the copy machine. I had to stop as I heard footsteps starting to get close.

"Hey, I heard the copy machine might be giving you some problems, need any help," it was the guy who had asked me for copies before.

I finally got a good look at him, I'd have to say he about in his mid-'40s, 5'10", not bad looking and looked pretty in shape for his age and, damn, he was wearing a wedding ring. A part of me couldn't help but imagine what his cock looked like, being on edge, aroused since this morning, just having a failed orgasm, my mind was definitely in a very dark and dirty place.

"I know exactly what you could help me with," I said in my mind.

I could picture myself getting down on my knees in front of him and pulling his zipper down, fishing out his cock to suck on it before he could even protest. Would he protest if I wanted to suck on it, or would he just let me, like it was perfectly normal?

I hoped he would lose control and bend me over the machine, pull my leggings down and start fucking me right there, face pressed up against the scanner, copy after copy of my lust-filled face taken over and over again. Then lifting me up and sitting me on the machine as he continued, pictures of my ass and pussy being copied with his cock going in and out of me.

"New girl? You ok, it's ok to feel overwhelmed," he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry, I tend to just daydream from time to time," I said blushing feeling embarrassed at what I was just thinking.

"It's ok, a lot of us come into the copy room to take a mental break, and you've only been here a few days, I bet your brain is about to melt with all the stuff we shoved into it."

Shoved into it, the words echoed in my head imagining his cock in my mouth again. I could almost feel his hands at the side of my head as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and down my throat, I wanted to taste it so badly.

"Here let me show you a few things," he pointed down, opening a panel in the copy machine.

I bent over, looking into the machine as he pointed out the parts, ink, places where it could jam, ink bin where the extra ink goes during copies, all the time I didn't think of the display I was putting on. Bent over like that he could have easily looked down my blouse, maybe even seen I wasn't wearing a bra. Not to mention the view I was probably giving from behind if someone had walked in. I was a hot, wet mess and my heart was starting to beat rapidly again, as he turned to face me, I stood up not knowing if he saw anything or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure if he had, it's not like I was going to ask him and I doubt he was going to say anything. Nowadays, any word like that could get someone in trouble and probably be seen as sexual harassment, and for all he knew I was one of those natural girls that refused to wear a bra. I tried to console myself that even if he had seen something that I wasn't going to get in trouble.

Oh my god, did he see? Did I want him to see? Was I getting that bad that I actually want to be exposed to someone, was it the arousal that was making me feel like this, or was it always there in the first place? It was more than just wanting my body exposed, I wanted him to know, I wanted him to fuck me.

"Well, if there is anything else you need, just let me know, we're all here to help," he said as he walked out and back to his desk.

I don't know what drew me to do it, but I undid a button at the top of my blouse, it didn't show any cleavage but it did make it a bit more open from the top. A part of me knew I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't stop myself, I did it without thinking and on pure desire and it made me tingle feeling the air circulate more through my shirt.

I grabbed the copies and brought them to him, I didn't even know his name. I had them hugged to my chest covering myself, when I had to put them on his desk, it almost felt like I was exposing myself, like the shirt wasn't even there at all. I tried to act as normal as possible as I put the papers on his desk. In my head, I could just imagine being completely topless and my bare breasts on display for him, the papers being the only thing once covering my nakedness.

"Thank you, Maggie," he said with a smile.

"If there is anything else you need, just let me know," I answered and smiled back and turned to walk to my desk, my heart feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast for being so boring, I just had to answer a few calls, no more copies were needed and the office seemed very dead. The whole time the fire of my arousal burned hotter and deeper inside of me as the day went on. Eventually, during the last 30 minutes of work, I just couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the restroom, and into one of the stalls. I peeled off the leggings and took them off completely pulling my shoes along with them. With my back up against the wall I began rubbing my clit, but the shirt kept getting in the way.

I quickly began unbuttoning the blouse, the last piece of cloth covering me, and hung it up on the stall door. Now, completely naked in the stall, got back to work teasing my nipples that had been sensitive all day, wetting my fingers in my mouth and going back to rubbing my clit in dire need of release. Like needing to breathe, being submerged deep underwater, and fighting for the surface for a breath, my urge was that desperate. My orgasm was coming on strong and fast, and it was getting hard to stay quiet.

That's when I heard the door open and I bit my knuckle desperately trying to stay quiet, I stopped touching myself, but that didn't matter. The fuse to my orgasm had been ignited and it was only seconds away from exploding. I grabbed the leggings off of the floor and tried desperately to use them as a gag, shoving, of all the things, the crotch into my mouth hoping it was muffling my moans. I bit down hard and pulled on the legs as my body went crazy, all the while tasting myself as the orgasm exploded. After holding off for so long, it felt more like a barrage of orgasms that kept coming one after another. It was torture as I was practically chewing and tugging on my leggings begging for whoever came in to do their business and leave.

I nearly collapsed on to the toilet as my legs got weak, the cold porcelain sending new waves of sensations through me and I could only imagine the sight I must have been, naked, exposed, legs wide, chewing on soiled leggings. I was so thankful when I heard the sound of a flushing toilet and then hands being washed. Through one of the gaps, I could see her and as she wiped her hands dry and walked out.

I gathered some toilet paper to clean the mess between my legs, but the slightest touch against my sensitive pussy nearly made me cum again. I decided to put on my blouse first, still leaving that one extra button at the top undone, and while I put my leggings on I nearly tripped and heard the unmistakable sound of a rip. Once I got them on, I realized that all the biting and chewing weakened the crotch and tore it open. I tried my best to close it but there was nothing I could do, they were completely crotchless now. Thankfully the blouse covered it up, but now I felt so exposed. My options were to wear them or not, but with everyone probably knowing what I had been wearing them, I had to keep them on.

I put on my shoes and flushed, not wanting anyone to suspect anything if I hadn't, then I washed my hands and went back into the office feeling like I was hiding a dirty secret. Every step I took made me nervous that I was going to be exposed, every air current tingling against my bare pussy, every look making me feel self-conscious. When I sat down at my desk, I sat a little too fast and the air lifted up my shirt, exposing me for a second. I was very thankful that the desk was blocking the view of anyone who could have possibly seen.

As it finally hit the end of the workday, people started shuffling out of the office and passing by my desk. Having the secretary desk, it was right next to the entrance so everyone got in feet of what felt like my embarrassing shame before they left. Deep down, it felt like they all knew somehow and could see right through my clothes. When the last person left, I decided I couldn't wear these awful torn up leggings anymore and slipped off my shoes and took them off, stuffing them into my bag, quickly putting my shoes back on. Then I had the same dirty feeling I had yesterday and unbuttoned another button of my blouse showing off the top of my cleavage, and as I was about to unbutton another and get naked again in this empty office, I heard footsteps.

My boss had just turned the corner walking out of his office, smiled, and waved at me. I wanted to button my blouse back up completely but with him watching, he would have certainly noticed. All I could do was sit there and smile and hope that he thought this was how I was dressed all day. I pushed myself in closer to my desk, hoping he couldn't see my legs, that I wasn't wearing my leggings anymore. if he had even noticed that I was wearing them before.

"Hey Maggie, thank you so much for taking this temp job, you've been doing such a great job, I hear nothing but good things from all of my staff about you," he said with a smile standing in front of my desk.

"Thank you, sir," feeling a bit embarrassed at the difference in height, with him standing and me sitting, I was hoping he couldn't see down my blouse.

I was starting to feel self-conscious and my blouse did feel a little loose in the front. I tried to sit up straight to bring it closer to my body, but with the way I was sitting on it, it started to put a strain on the front, tightening it against my skin, but pulling it down as well that I felt like my breasts were about to spill out of the top.

"I think I'm the last one in the office, how about I walk you out."

"That's ok sir, I just have a few emails to read and I should be heading home soon."

"Nonsense Maggie, how would it look if the secretary put more hours in then the boss, I insist."

I turned off the computer and grabbed my bag, taking my time and hoping he would change his mind and leave, but instead he stood there patiently waiting for me. I stood up dreading this moment, the blouse showing off the tops of my breasts now and my legs clearly showing that I was no longer wearing the leggings I had come in with. We walked to the door and I thought I was in the clear when he finally spoke up.

"That's a very lovely dress, Maggie," he gave off a slight laugh that confused me, "I'm sorry, I'm trying to be nice but I'm just blind without my glasses and being married so long, I'm terrible with compliments."

I gave a sigh of relief knowing now he couldn't probably see how naked I felt. I couldn't believe I was this close to another person and only a thing between me and my naked body was a thin piece of cloth.

He kindly walked me to my car and I got in, "see you tomorrow and again, great work."

Sitting there, my shirt had ridden up getting in, the fabric only a couple inches under my pussy, just barely covering me, so much of my legs showing, I watched as he walked away and something took over as I began to unbutton the last of the buttons on my blouse watching him walk across the parking lot to his car. I watched him as I began massaging my tits, imagining how close he was to me just moments ago. I let a hand trail down my stomach feeling every exposed inch of skin down to my knee, spreading my legs, eyes never leaving his back, almost daring him to turn around to look.

"Imagine if he had walked out of his office a few minutes later, you probably would have been naked, rubbing your slutty pussy, what would you have done then huh?" I said moaning to myself.

The reality in my head knows I probably would have hidden under my desk until he would have left, the dirty slut in me wished he would have been practically on top of me before I would have noticed. My blouse slipping down my shoulders exposing even more of me as I rubbed my clit, the wetness of my pussy sounding through the car. Picturing his cock out, his hand at the side of my head pulling me towards it as my mouth opened willingly, taking it while looking up into his eyes.

"What a good little slut we hired," the words coming out of my mouth but hearing his voice in my head.

I was getting close again, imagining him fucking my mouth as I touched myself, in real life watching as he got into his car. I was on the verge of my second orgasm when his car drove by and honked, my boss waving at me as he drove by. I bit my lip and waved back as I tried to keep my composure as another orgasm came flooding out of me. A man just saw me as I orgasmed, the first ever to see me in that state, whether he noticed it or not. All I could hope was that I was short enough and low enough in my seat that he didn't see the rest of me from the neck down.

I took some time to catch my breath, I didn't want to get into an accident and be questioned as to why I was only wearing a blouse. I buttoned it up and made my way home, and that was the end of my first week at my boring temp job.