Office Sharing

I had only been with the company for about a month when she joined the team. We ended up working together in the small office that for a time had been all my own. Rachel was everything I was not. She was brash and confident, she was beautiful with a smile that could halt traffic.

I was quiet, reserved and far from confident. The atmosphere changed the moment she arrived. It had to. She was a force of nature. From the day I first met Rachel she changed every day that followed.

Our office was a long room with a narrow width. There was a door at one narrow end and an elaborate wooden frame window at the opposite end. There were two desks that faced one another but that were separated by a wide book case in the centre of the room. The positioning was odd but the bookcase was fixed to the wall and given how old the ramshackle building was trying to remove it would probably have brought the wall down.

What it meant for me was a view straight across to where Rachel sat. I should note that her desk, unlike mine had no back to it. This meant that I had an unobstructed view underneath her desk. Whenever she moved or crossed her legs there was a strong chance I would see something I shouldn't have.

I would like to think I'm a good person, respectful at least and honestly I really tried my best not to look. It was a matter of days before I started to notice. Rachel had a propensity to wear short skirts and thigh skimming dresses that completely commanded attention. Every time she moved I would catch it in the corner of my eye and If I looked would be rewarded with a glimpse of her long, incredible legs and the gorgeous underwear that she always chose. I knew that peaking was wrong and willed myself to stop. I assembled a barricade on my desk to obscure my line of sight using files, folders and anything else I could reasonably use. I did not want to be that person. I needed my job and ogling the latest recruit was not the way to get ahead.

We started to talk from day one. Her sense of humour was infectious and I think told her more about myself and my past than I have ever told anyone else. I mentioned that Rachel was beautiful. I don't think that puts it into context. Imagine that you have before you the most beautiful woman that you have ever seen in your life, no matter how amazing you might think that image would be it was nothing compared to her. In my eyes at least she was orders of magnitude ahead of anyone else I had ever laid eyes on. This was someone who could have been with anyone she ever wanted. I thought of myself as lucky, really truly lucky to spend my days in her company.

It was about 2 months after we started working together that she delved further into my private life.

"I know I've asked this before but remind me, you're not seeing anyone are you?" She asked.

"No not at the moment."

"It's been a while right?"

"Uh, yeah"

"Hmm," she mused, "I'm not enjoying the single life myself, how do you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"A woman has needs, I'm sure you do too. How do you take the edge off things? I can't stop masturbating."

"Fucking hell!" I choked.

"Aww, did I shock you?"

"Yeah a little,"

"Does talking about sex embarrass you?"

"It does at work,"

"So if we were somewhere else you wouldn't be that interesting shade of red you've turned while I talked about playing with myself?"

"I might be,"

"I should stop then?"

"Please," I implored.

The thought of her playing with and enjoying that staggering body of hers made me hard in an instant. I had to push that image out of my mind. I looked at her and she was smiling. It was not like normal, this was a devious smile. She was up to something.

"So I can't stop masturbating," she continued with a grin, "I'm starting to crave more excitement though. You know I made myself cum in the Ladies room this morning?"

I heard myself groan. I dropped my pen and tried to turn toward my computer screen. I grabbed the keyboard, started typing. I was just hitting keys trying to drown her out, a wave of incoherent gibberish appeared on my screen.

"I'm surprised you didn't hear me," she said, lowering her voice, "I was not discreet. I feel sorry for Julie from accounts. She was in the cubicle next to me."

"You're kidding?"

I had to react to that. I wanted to know more. It shames me to say it but I really did. Rachel was stoking a fire in me and I absolutely knew how very aware of that she was.

"I'm not joking at all, I heard her gasp and I'm half convinced she was joining in too. She didn't come out till after I left."

"How do you know it was her?"

"I could see her shoes when I was washing my hands. I told her I liked them when I met her on the stairs a bit earlier."

I am pretty sure I was sat there in slack jawed amazement at what I was hearing. Rachel was very open about things, she cursed and swore more than anyone I've ever met. She had only just stared to rein that in as she got used to the tone of the office which was otherwise pretty restrained. I was certain the at least half of the people I worked with could hear her In other nearby rooms. I was almost as certain that Rachel wanted it that way.

She had this manic gleam in her eyes and it genuinely worried me. I wondered what she might do. Mercifully Rachel fell silent for a while. I knew she was up to something. She kept staring over at me and trying to attract attention.

I tried to ignore her but that only made her worse.

"Did I freak you out?" she finally asked me.

"Umm, yeah a bit."

"You're not comfortable talking about sex?"

"I suppose not,"

"That's a shame," she teased, "I like talking about it."

"Sorry,"

"Why?"

"I don't know,"

"We talk about pretty much anything else, why does sex talk bother you?"

"It's a personal thing. We're at work, other people can probably hear. Other people might not like it. Many, many good reasons not to talk about it,"

"Oh, so you don't mind talking about it but you're thinking now about other people. Hmm that's interesting. I saw you get all flustered when I told you, but you perked right up so I assumed you didn't mind. You think I don't play with myself sometimes? Or maybe you think I just never have sex at all?"

"I never said that I just try not to think about the people I work with that way."

"You try?"

"If you're trying to psychoanalyse everything I say you can stop."

"No, no. That's not what I was doing. I was going to say that I think about that stuff. I imagine almost everyone I meet like that. I imagine what they look like naked, what they look like fucking or you know, stuff like that."

I have to be honest. The way she was talking was having an effect on me. I could glance at her at the best of times and have to fight off the urges I would feel as a result. I couldn't tell her but I think she knew I was attracted to her. She was in every sense the perfect woman in my mind. She was also the kind of stunning beauty that was so far out of my league that I would never have the confidence to talk to her if we didn't share an office. Even then we only talked because she drew it out of me, she made the first moves and it had to be that way because I was a deer in the headlights otherwise. If there was ever a cure to pathological shyness she was it. Physically Rachel was staggering but the heart and soul she had with it, the kindness, I'm pretty sure that made her a goddess.

I had to get out of the room. I needed the reprieve just to calm down. I'm a shell of a human being at the best of times. I was also fighting back my growing arousal. It was like every word she said was programmed to have a very specific effect on me and it was working. To be fair she really didn't have to do much of anything to get me worked up. Her smile alone could manage that and she always seemed to have a smile playing at her pouting lips.

"I, uh, need a bathroom break," I feigned.

Just before I stood up I became acutely aware of my hardening cock. I grabbed the jacket for my suit and pulled it on. I hoped that it would held hide me but her eyes followed me through the room. I am sure she knew.

As I passed her desk she said, "Have fun,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just figured you needed a little time to relax like I did, being all hot and bothered and all."

"That's not what is happening here, I'm not going to do anything else. This is a legitimate call of nature."

"Oh sure," she teased, "I won't tell a soul. I won't need to they could just look and know,"

I chose not to bite and kept my mouth tightly shut. I wandered downstairs to the nearest kitchen. I gulped down a glass of water. No one else was around so I was able to compose myself and refocus. I was not going to let her toy with me for the rest of the day.

Calm and collected I returned to my desk. When I took a seat I realised something was different. My protective wall of files and folders was gone. I could see straight across at Rachel again.

She smiled at me and said, "I tidied up. I thought you could use some space so I put all the folders on the bookcase for you."

I closed my eyes and I could hear her giggle. She was determined to tease me all day. Part of me wondered why that upset me. I did enjoy the view after all but I told myself no, I was at work, I was not that kind of pervert. I kept having to tell myself that over and over until it became a mantra.

When I opened my eyes I looked straight at her. More accurately I opened my eyes and nearly suffered heart failure at the sight of her splayed legs and bared pussy. She had been wearing a short floaty dress, I was sure that before I left the room she had been wearing leggings underneath. Suffice to say they were gone and her glistening pussy was fully exposed to me.

My heart hammered in my chest. Rachel looked over her shoulder, making sure it was clear. She stood up and shut the door to our room. That in itself would not seem totally unusual to anyone else, we often took sensitive calls and that meant sometimes privacy was needed. Rachel sat back down and opened her legs again. She made sure to give me a full unrestricted view.

I was speechless. She was not.

"Like what you see?"

I may have nodded. I may have drooled a little. I was too focused to care. Her hands found their way down to her inner thighs. She stroked at the toned and succulent flesh.

"I've been thinking about you. You're a nice, sweet guy. You make me laugh. I started thinking about something more a few weeks ago. Apparently you don't get subtle. I've been flirting with you like crazy and you haven't noticed. That hurts my feelings. So I've decided that I'm going to show you what you've been missing out on,"

"Wait, what, flirting?" I stammered.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed while stroking her thighs. Her pussy lips parted slightly as she forced her legs wider.

"I didn't, I don't, why would you?"

Everything in my mind became a question. How oblivious was I? Why on earth would this angel incarnate have any interest in my sorry carcass?

"No more questions. You watch now. I'll try to be quiet, but if I call out your name I'm sorry," she said.

I watched as her fingers teased toward her sex. She opened herself. I had never seen such a thing, not in real life. She spread apart her beautiful lips and showed me the glorious pink of her inner pussy. I did not feel worthy.

She released her hold and started to tease herself. Her fingers massaged her soothes shaven pussy. There was a wet squelch as she slid a finger into herself. Rachel looked me in the eye as she did that.

"Can you see?" she asked, "can you see how turned on I am?"

I may have nodded. I can't be sure. The world was a blur but right in the centre of that melee seen through my eyes with absolute clarity was the perfect woman showing me herself In the most intimate way. I absorbed every vivid detail. I would commit the moment to my memory forever, etching It onto my living soul.

Rachel rocked her palm over her smooth mound, her middle finger penetrated her pussy with every downward motion and teased at her clit as she withdrew.

I had never been so hard. I wanted to join in with her. No that's not true. I didn't want to just play along. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to drag her from behind that desk and fuck her with all the intensity that I could muster. Sad to say I remained rooted to my chair, my cock so hard it all but begged to be free. She was awakening something primal in me, something feral that would need to be sated.

I watched as she chewed at her lower lip. She was trying to stifle the soft moans that she could not otherwise stop. She lolled back in her chair. Her free hand found its way to her chest, clutching and squeezing at her left breast through the fabric of her dress.

There was a moment when a switch seemed to flip in her. She opened her eyes and they seemed to burn with a hunger. Rachel seemed to abandon restraint in that instant. She pulled her juice coated finger free and rubbed at her clit with an almost manic fervour. Her breath started to come in ragged gasps. I could see her willing her body toward a powerful orgasm, her hips began to rock just a little bit but then she slowed down, allowing her simmering pleasure to subside just a little.

"I'm so close," she whispered.

She teased at her moist pussy. Juices seemed to flow from her now, soaking her thighs and the back of her dress through to her chair. Her movements slowed to become almost imperceptible.

Her face was glowing. She was in an almost dreamlike daze as she tried to calm her body. She was almost willing herself down from the high and all I could assume was that she had finally realised where she was. It felt like her performance was reaching It's end and I could not help but lament that I did not get to witness her crescendo.

My heart was pounding, I was hard as steel and I wanted to see more. I needed to.

Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, vibrant green that seemed to glow with the light. I could see the need in her. She couldn't stop now. We both knew it. We both knew what she had to do.

Rachel peered over her shoulder through the narrow glass panel in the centre of the office door. No one was around. That might have changed at any moment but it seemed to be enough for her.

She turned back, opened her legs again. Her black strappy heels raised her dainty feet and she was glorious.

"I can't stop now, I have to," she told me.

"Don't stop," I pleaded.

"You want to see me cum don't you?"

"Yessss," I rasped in reply.

Rachel did not disappoint and nor did she hold back. Something snapped in her and she was like a demon. Two fingers pierced her dripping, molten pussy and slammed into her. She was not gentle. She was fucking herself with her fingers. The whole room was filled with the sounds of her vigorous fingers hammering into her needful pussy, slapping flesh and juicy squelches. Her pussy lips were thick and engorged, I longed to taste her, to know her essence. I could see the tremble begin in her thighs, the twitches in the smooth musculature of her astonishing legs grew and spread. She started to tense up. She bit down on her free hand trying to stop herself from screaming. Her slamming fingers pulled free and Rachel frantically toyed at her clit with a vigorous circling motion that rolled around and over the hard little nub. She started to hiss and growl. A roar threatened to erupt from her. She covered her mouth but I could still hear it. It was like she was screaming at me from far away, but the sound was still music to me.

She was shaking now, still trying to stop herself calling out. I could see the spasming contractions in her pussy as she came. Her face flushed and it seemed like she would never come down from the high. Her thighs tensed together, she held her fingers in place over her throbbing clit as she took every ounce of pleasure from that moment.

I was trying to stop myself from losing control. She almost pushed me to my limit without ever even touching me.

I watched her fall back in her chair. She closed her legs and slouched. She took her cum soaked fingers and licked them clean. It was such a wonderful lascivious sight that I nearly called out and begged her to let me savour her juices for myself. The whole room was perfumed with the scent of her sex. It was unmistakable and made my mouth flood with an insatiable need to taste her.

It took time for Rachel to sit back up and compose herself. She had a look of smug satisfaction when she looked over to me. I don't think I took my eyes off her for a second in all that time. I'm not sure I even managed to blink.

"See what you miss out on when you don't pay attention?" She asked.

"I, I..."

"Now the big question is what you do next?" She grinned.

When I woke up it was with a start. My dreams seemed closer to the surface than normal. They were so vivid and clear that I could recall every single detail. I had never known a dream to feel so powerful. I smiled and pulled her close remembering that dreams and reality can sometimes be one and the same. Now it was time to wake my angel because there was so much more life to live and I didn't want to miss another second. How we got to this point may be a story for a different day.