If I had my way, today you would be working with me. My office is laid out in such a way that here is a maze of cubicle walls that seperate all of our desks. Right now I am the only employee dedicated to Microsoft in the office so my entire row is empty with the exception of my desk in the very back corner far from prying eyes. The morning has been long and it has been hard to focus. Time has been slowly passing and at the same time I have been lost in lustful thoughts.
If I had my way, the morning would start as most would. We would be chatting via a messenger application of some sort. The tone would be playful and I would be flirting with you. With my thoughts dipping into the appropriate as much as they have today I would start teasing you about coming to come see me when you had some free time. I would not be pushy by any means. If you did find your way to the back corner, that is my desk, it would be because you wanted to come see me. After getting to my desk you would have two options. You could stand next to me (as there is no other chair than the one I am in) or you could sit on the corner of my desk.
From there, again… if I had my way, we would be chatting but at some point you would see a twinkle in my eye and I imagine the slight look of confusion as you would watch me lift the arms on my chair up and out of the way. The confusion would be replaced by a hesitant look as I next reached out to you and grabbed your hand pulling you towards me as I moved my chair away from my desk.
If I had my way, you would be wearing a black bra and panties. Over that you would be wearing a black high-low skirt and white blouse. As I continued pulling you towards me, I imagine you looking down the hallway to see if there was anyone looking. I would smile and continue to pull you knowing damn well there was no one there; there never was. Continuing the motion I would pull you slightly to one side causing you to side step for a moment into a wider stance. My hand would release your hand and I would let my palms wander towards your hips which would allow me to continue directing your motion.
Continuing, if I had my way, I would let my hands dip from your sides downwards enough to grip the bottom sides of your skirt. Lifting slightly I would clear a path that would let you continue towards me; my legs sliding between yours. Knowing my intent you would take one more nervous look down the empty hallway before resting on my lap straddling me on the chair. Despite the movements we would continue our conversation. We would hear others in the same room, talking about random IT related things. Currently there is a discussion about how an IT member downloaded Carbon Black onto his Surface Pro and is now wondering why he cannot download any other programs. Neither of us would know what that meant nor would we care.
If I had my way, I would have to pause in our conversation as I felt the weight of your body as you settled in over me. Already having my thoughts on you, you would feel the hard bulge of my shaft press at your center. The pressure from your body would tease my, already sensitive, nerves. I would pretend to continue to listen to your thoughts but, in truth, my mind would be lost. Still looking at you and smiling I would let my hands dip even lower than they were and slip beneath your skirt. Still pretending to listen I would let my fingers wander to your legs and drink in the feel of your soft skin as I let them wander upwards towards your hips.
If I had my way, I would make myself respond to the conversation you have been sharing with me. I don’t imagine my words would have too much meaning. With my hands on your soft hips my mind would be thinking about what I would do next … if I had my way. Next you would see the devilish smile on my face and notice that my hands had left your hips. It would not take you long to realize why I had released you. You would feel the movement as my hands reached to my waist to release my jeans. Realizing my intent I imagine an unsure look of concern as you again looked down the empty hallway. It would only take a moment to free my pants button and let my fly unzip. Another movement would release my hardness between the flap on my undergarments and let my body rest against your panties; all covered by your skirt. To help your concerns I would quietly roll the chair back closer to the corner and thus take us out of sight. Even if someone was to glance down the hallway… they would see nothing.