Tales From Under The Desk, Epilogue

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It’s been a few days since Operation Desk Job and looking back on it, I realize how hot it really was.

Steven returned to Eric’s office after he’d escorted me from the building and told him about his boss coming in. He said he was watching us on one monitor and almost missed his boss entering the building on another monitor. He described it as a "very close call," and apologized for the scare. I know Eric was relieved, but I think some of that stress he was feeling during that 10 minutes before Steven got back to him will reveal itself to my ass the next time we’re together.

Steven also dropped a videotape by Eric’s office later in the evening. He delivered it with a knowing grin and didn’t speak a word. Eric says he hasn’t watched it yet, but plans on having the debut the next time we are together. I’ve discovered that Steven has his own way of keeping things exciting, but the thought of us having been recorded makes me feel a little uneasy.

Jackie raved about the sex she and Steven had when he got home from work that night. She practically gushed about it. Steven apparently described the events he watched in detail and the spice this added was apparently quite hot. The specifics she repeated made me blush.

Eric told me that other than cleaning them up, I am not to touch either of the items in the pizza box until we are together again. I am to wear the same outfit I wore that night and I am not allowed to make myself cum until then. So while the desk part of the game is over, things are definitely still in play. I can only imagine what will come next.

Images are from The Stockroom.

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I heard the door close behind me and Steven led me down the hall.

“What are you doing? You’ve scared the shit out of him.”

He looked at me coolly. “It’s a security issue.”

I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what to think. Surely Steven wouldn’t have gone to this trouble if there was a chance of us getting caught. We’d talked about that at length. I’m a pretty good judge of people and he didn’t seem like the type to turn on me.

He led me back to the office where I’d stored my bag and I grabbed it out of the desk drawer. He said nothing else as we rode the elevator back to the ground floor. He walked me past the security desk and out the door.

Thoughts of security cameras and Eric losing his job and Steven getting in trouble crowded my mind.

When we got to my car, he reached took the visitor’s badge off my blouse. Finally he busted out in laughter. I was shocked and angry and on some level, amused to see him laugh so heartily.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

He finally stopped laughing at looked at me. “My boss was walking into the building and I needed to get you out of there and away from the security cameras quickly.”

“Why didn’t you just say that, Steven? Eric’s probably up there thinking he’s going to lose his job.”

“I know. Let me get back in there so I can put his mind at ease. Drive safe. Jackie will touch base so we can get together soon.”

All I could do was mumble a confused “thank you” as Steven kissed my cheek then turned and walked swiftly back into the building.

I put the pizza box on the seat next to me and drove home feeling somewhat nervous.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 12

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"Swallow."

I did so happily and his cum tasted sweet; not at all bitter or salty. He groaned then and it sounded like a groan of satisfaction. I was practically dripping and had a sneaking suspicion there would be no "good hard fuck" for me tonight.

"Get up."

I rose unsteadily to my feet and bent my legs to get blood flowing back around my knees. They hurt, but not as badly as the aches in my breasts and my ass.

As he turned me around and pushed on my back, he told me to bend over the desk. I heard some movement, followed by the sound of his zipper. Then his mouth was at my ear again, whispering.

"So what was that you were wanting?"

"You to fuck me." I whispered back.

"Do you?"

"Yes Sir."

"You’ll just have to wait for that."

I whimpered and rolled my head so that my forehead rested on the desk.

He stood up and his hand grasped the thing in my ass. I hissed and my body tensed up.

"Relax." He said it soothingly and he started to pull. Again my fingers clutched the edge of the desk as the pressure grew. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut while the reaction to the pain fought with the need to relax. And then it was out of me.

I heard the pizza boxes being rustled and knew he’d put the thing back in the box.
He gave me one light swat on the ass and it sent another wave of pain through me.

"Get dressed."

I pushed up off the desk and turned to see him putting his socks on. After much planning and anticipation, Operation Desk Job was drawing to a close. And I needed to cum really badly.

I squatted down to retrieve my blouse and bra from the dark corner under the desk. My bra was on and I was buttoning my blouse while he tied his shoes. The visitor’s badge was still clipped to the hem of my blouse. I straightened my stockings.

Eric picked up one of the pizza boxes and handed it to me. I didn’t have to open it to tell what it had inside.
He pulled me to him and kissed me.

"I’ll walk you out."

We both turned to the door when it opened and Steven walked in, looking somewhat stern. He looked from me to Eric and back to me.

"It’s time for you to go."

Steven was full of surprises because this wasn’t part of the plan either. I was completely taken aback and started to stammer to get the words – any words - out. I turned to Eric and saw that he was looking a little pale.

Steven moved to where I stood and lightly took my arm. He moved to the door pulling me along just a little more roughly than was necessary. He opened the door and pushed me through it. Still holding onto my arm, we both turned to look back at Eric who was white as a sheet now.

"Please stay in your office until I return."

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 11

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No words came. A swat to my ass came though, and it was followed by many more. He spanked me hard and my ass burned. Every spank felt like it drove the steel deeper inside me. A tear dripped from my cheek onto a piece of paper on his desk.

It took a minute for me to realize that it had stopped. I heard only my quiet sobs and ragged breaths. I strained to hear something – anything that let me know where he was. The silence was eerie.

"Stand up." The words were spoken so softly I wasn’t sure I’d heard them.

"Now!"

I heard that very clearly and pushed myself up from the desk. I stood there facing away from him; my eyes focussed on the door and I again wondered who might have been watching. It could have been the whole office at this point. The thought left me as quickly as it resurfaced.

"Turn around."

I turned to face him and saw his cock. I love his cock. A drop of moisture glistened there and I moaned softly, already tasting it in my mind. My eyes pleaded with him once again. He nodded this time and I was on my knees between his legs in an instant.

My tongue snaked out and licked the sweet spot just below his head, then slowly up to the drop of nectar. I deliberately circled my tongue around him, playing along the edge… teasing. As my lips finally wrapped greedily around him, he grabbed my head and pounded it up and down, impaling my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat and he held me there until I started to gag.

He released his grip and I moved back to suck and lick his head and catch my breath. Swirling my tongue around the head and up to the magic spot for another drop, I looked up at him. His eyes said it all.

I moved my mouth down him again, and kept going, taking him further inside me. I held him there for as long as I could and gasped for breath when I pulled back. After a few deep breaths, I again tried to get his cock down my throat. Again and again I fought panic and the need to gag and breathed only when I had to. This is what he liked and I knew it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and followed it as my mouth moved up and down him. He controlled my movements now, but not with his hand.

"Good girl."

He said it when I looked up at him during one of my journeys back up to breathe. A tear dripped from my cheek onto his cock and I tasted its saltiness as I descended again.

His grasp tightened in my hair and he moved my head faster again, roughly forcing my mouth up and down his shaft. I anticipated his movements and tried to move with them. Then he held me firmly with my lips just underneath his head. I felt it swell just before my mouth was filled with pulse after pulse of his cum. The moans I heard were my own.

He continued to hold me firmly by my hair and finally pulled me up toward him, my face turned upward.

"Show me."

I opened my swollen lips carefully, not wanting to spill a drop, and I showed him.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 10

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Balanced on my knees and forehead, my ass was now completely exposed. The cord attached to the hardness inside me seemed to cut into my skin. The waistband of my skirt was being pulled downward, and I flexed my abdominal muscles to try to get a little relief from the pressure.

He actually did some work. I admired his self-restraint before my mind went back into altered reality where minutes are hours. Some time later, I felt him tug gently on the cord and say, "Come here." Even the slightest pressure on the plug sent waves of pain through me.

I lifted my head and scooted out from under the desk. I fought the wave of dizziness but it was worse this time. He held on to me until it passed. I moved back between his thighs and he looked at the outline of his hand that now brightly colored my breast. He traced along the handprint with a finger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bulge in his pants.

He cupped my other breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me whimper. Half-closed from the pain, my eyes looked up into his. He brought his hand down hard and the sound of it seemed to fill the room.

While the sound still rang in my ears and the pain coursed through me, he slapped my face. I was stunned. A host of emotions ran through me before I’d even turned my head back to face him. Shock and fear and anger and a deeper feeling of submission all mingled furiously in my mind. Before I could focus my eyes on him, he was taking my hand.

"Up."

In a blur, I was up, spun around and pushed down onto the desk. He smacked the inside of my thigh and I moved my legs apart, opening to him. My ass was a perfect target for him now. I gripped the edge of the desk again and held on while he untied the cord from around my bunched-up skirt. I loosened my grip and exhaled in relief when the pressure in my ass eased up. Then I felt movement of the plug itself. He must have been untying the cord from the plug then. The movement made the thing seem to grow inside me and I arched to stretch my ass up toward him.

He leaned down over me and placed his lips close to my ear. "Do you need a good hard fuck?"

"Yes Sir," I said almost under my breath.

"You want me pounding into you? Is that it?"

"Yes, Sir."

I could almost feel his cock inside me and I thrust my hips upward and against him, my craving obvious. He stood up then and in one movement, shoved two fingers deep inside me. Immediately he pulled them out, leaving me painfully empty. He brought his hand to my mouth and I licked and cleaned my wetness from his fingers.

"Good girl."

I heard him sit back down. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Fighting the urge to turn around, I waited for his words.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 9

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I waited for minutes or hours. It must have been minutes, but the time has a way of altering itself in this position. My fear of being discovered seemed to amplify without him in the room. Thoughts of someone coming in and finding me in this position, partially naked, with a cord disappearing under my skirt made my stomach churn. The thought of getting up and at least putting my blouse back on crossed my mind briefly. But no, I couldn’t. He’d know if I’d even sat up. I just knew that he’d know.

The door opened and I held my breath. As he came around the desk and sat down, he spoke in a soft tone, "Good girl." It was almost a purr and it gave me chills.

"Sit up."

I moved my hands to my side and pushed up slowly to try and avoid the lightheadedness I knew would come. He tugged on the cord, drawing me closer to him. He handed me an open bottle of water and I took a long drink. It was ice cold. Taking the bottle back from me, he moved it first to one nipple, then the other. They stiffened in reaction and the coldness in my breasts tugged on the heat in my cunt; hot and cold met and mingled deep inside me.

He rolled away from me then and I heard the pizza box moving. My mind raced to figure out what would be next.

When he rolled his chair back, he had a slice of pizza in his hand. I couldn’t help but smile. He held it to my mouth and I took a bite. Even lukewarm it was excellent. So I knelt between his legs and he ate pizza.

When he’d finished, he took another bottle of water and placed it against my sore nipples once again. He rolled the hardness between his finger and thumb, twisting, pulling, and pinching. His eyes measured mine when he pinched hard and I held his gaze and moaned with each pinch.

He cupped my left breast with one hand and with the other, slapped it hard. I saw that bright light of pain in my mind’s eye and cried out. His finger was on my lips immediately, shushing me. He gently ran his fingers over the reddening handprint that was forming. I tried to steady myself for the next one, but it didn’t come.

"Back under the desk and down."

The word jolted me into action and I moved, positioning my body so that it was parallel with the desk and scooting underneath it.

He tugged on the cord again and the plug felt huge inside me. I heard him get out of the chair and felt his hand on my thigh. He took both of my hands by the wrist and moved them further up my back, off the fabric of my skirt and onto my bare skin.

He pulled the hem of my skirt up to the waistband and worked the end of the cord underneath it. He wrapped it around the bunched up part of the skirt and pulled the cord tightly. I gasped when he pulled it taut and my hips arched upward trying to accommodate the pain. He tied the cord off somehow so that the pressure was constant. I clenched around the thing, holding it in.

He saw the muscles in my ass tense up and he spanked each cheek hard. I bit my lip and tried to fight the whimper that rose from inside me.

I heard him sit back down and roll his chair around. Then I heard only my breathing and the unmistakable sounds of typing on a keyboard.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 8

I felt a gentle tug on it; kind of tentative at first. That was followed by a more pronounced yank. The feeling was different… and mixed with the heat in my ass cheeks, I couldn’t quite place it. I didn’t have much time to think about it.

"Turn around."

As I turned to face him, I looked down and saw what looked like an electrical cord or cable in his hand. The other end disappeared under my skirt, wrapped around my hip and was obviously attached to points behind me. He tugged on it gently and again that solidity inside me forced me to move with it. I realized he’d created a collar and leash, just not in the traditional style.

"On your knees." He said it softly.

I dropped to my knees as fluidly as I could. I felt a sense of dread that there wouldn’t be enough slack in the cord to prevent the thing from being painfully yanked from inside me by the force of my own movement. Nothing was yanked, though and when I was situated on my knees in front of him, he tugged the cord a little, pulling me toward him, between his legs.

I rested my arms on his thighs and from this position, I had to truly look up to meet his gaze. As our eyes met, he reached behind me with one hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He pulled down on it until my arched back and neck would go no further. My mouth was opened wide and gasping. His lips played lightly over mine. It was an almost-kiss; one that I absolutely had to have and one that I had to move my lips toward his to achieve. This caused extreme pain from the fistful of my hair that he wasn’t letting up on. I could kiss him, but not without subjecting myself to a new level of pain.

The need and the pain battled it out, each one taking a turn until I could stand it no longer and the other took over. Then I felt the thing inside me being pulled again. My hips moved backwards trying to accommodate the movement and at the same time, making the arch in the rest of my body more painful. He lightly traced his tongue around my lips. I couldn’t move.

He pulled away from my mouth and looked into my eyes, still grasping my hair and keeping steady pressure on the cord. There was that connection again… the power and the passion and the knowing that our eyes conveyed to one another.

The phone rang.

His gaze remained on me as he let go of my hair and gave the cord some slack.

He rolled away from me a little and answered the phone. I rolled my head and shoulders around a little, working the pain out of my neck and back.

I listened while he talked about some work he was doing, silently awed that he could sound perfectly normal in this situation. He hung up the phone and looked at me again. He moved one hand to my nipple and pinched hard, reawakening the pain that had started to dull. He moved to the other nipple and pinched it hard, too. He seemed amused by my gasps.

"Down."

I quickly lowered my forehead to the floor and clasped my hands behind my back. "Down" was a position that he’d taught me early on and one that resulted in many a striped ass from me not executing it quickly enough.

I heard him get up and move around, opening and closing a drawer. Then he walked to the door. I heard the whoosh and he was gone.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 7

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Our eyes were locked; mine watching his for any kind of reaction and his assessing the different phases of pleasure-pain I was processing. The powerful connection of our gazes made everything else seem hazy.

My hands still grasped the edge of the desk firmly. My nipples throbbed and I tried to catch my breath. He moved slowly toward the box, holding my gaze and knowing I wouldn’t look away. I heard the chain drop into the box and listened hard to try and recognize any other sounds that would give me a hint as to the remaining contents of the box. No luck though.

He moved quickly then; standing up and taking my wrist, he spun me around and with a hand on my back, pushed me down onto the desk. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but moving from the position of having my legs spread so far to spinning around made me lightheaded. When my weight rested on the desk and I realized I wasn’t falling, I breathed again.

"Lay your head down on the desk, facing the right. Do not move."

I planted my left cheek firmly on some papers on the desk and felt his hands on my thighs. He raised my skirt and again tapped on my inner thigh. I moved my legs further apart.

"Mmm… no panties. Good girl."

His hand grabbed my ass cheek and he squeezed it firmly enough to make me gasp before he quickly smacked it a couple of times. After a moment of no touching, I couldn’t tell if he was still behind me or if he had moved to retrieve something else from the box.

Cold, hard, imposing, big and round plunged into my cunt without warning. I yelped or gasped or jumped. Probably all three.

"Don’t move!"

My hands found the edge of the desk above my head and my fingers curved around it, bracing for what I knew was about to happen. But it didn’t come. Instead, it was pulled out and moved to the opening of my anus. He held it there for a minute, gently pushing and teasing, using my juices as lubrication.

I fought the urge to push back, to arch, to meet and encourage it. I didn’t have to fight for long. He slowly applied pressure, pushing it inside me, filling my ass. I moaned as it made its way inside. This was not your everyday average plug. It was hard and substantial. I felt him moving and twisting it, but couldn’t really tell how. His fingers weren’t touching me at all.

He leaned over me then, and spoke in a whisper. "Do you like how that feels in your ass?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered back.

"Good. It’ll be there for quite a while."

He stood up then and covered my ass with a rapid succession of hard, open-handed spanks. This man can spank harder with his bare hand than anyone I’ve ever known. When my gasps turned to yelps, he stopped.

"Stand up."

I pushed myself up and stood straight as he held me at the waist.

"Legs together."

I closed my legs then and could feel the solidity of the thing filling me extend out between my cheeks. He let go and I heard him swivel in his chair and get up. A drawer opened and closed. I, once again, glanced at the little window in the door and wondered if anyone had wandered by.

Then I felt movement. This thing impaling my ass was being moved around. Not deliberately, but I could feel it all the same. I just couldn’t tell…

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 6

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My blouse and bra quickly ended up in a pile in the dark corner of the space under the desk. He took my hand, pulling me out from the confining space and back up to my knees. He held the clamps in front of me, almost dangling them. They were clover clamps… I’d seen them, but hadn’t yet had the pleasure of experiencing them.

Eric pinched my right nipple and tugged on it just a little. The clamp closed down on it and pain rushed through me. Before I could even take a breath, he was pinching my other nipple. He was rough now, pinching much harder. He cupped my breast from underneath and slapped it hard. The sound echoed off the walls and the room seemed blurry for a moment.

I felt jolted by this and my body reacted, seemingly to move away, before I caught myself. Another wave of pain came from the weight of the chain and the other clamp that dangled from my nipple.

"Don’t move."

Then he fastened the other clamp onto my nipple and I gasped. My nipples felt like they were on fire and my left breast stung from his slap. I could see his handprint there and knew I’d be seeing it for a few days.

He pushed me back down, but held onto the chain that connected the clamps. "Find something to do down there." I smiled at the thoughts of what I could do "down there" and when he dropped the chain, I bent to resume licking and sucking on his toes.

When I moved my hand up the inside of his thigh to lightly rub against the bulge in his pants, he caught the chain with his toes and pulled on it. The moan that escaped my lips was low and thick, originating from deep inside. And the clamps were tighter, if that was even possible.

This continued for what seemed like hours. He would drop the chain for a few minutes, then either catch it with his foot and tug or put his hand in his lap and say, "Chain." At that point I would put the chain in his hand and brace myself for the pain that continued to course through me as he pulled and twisted it.

Finally he took my hand and pulled me up, pushing me backwards until I was leaning on the edge of the desk.

"Spread your legs."

I moved them apart, but apparently not wide enough. He patted the inside of my thigh and I opened my legs wider. He rolled his chair toward me so that his knees were between my thighs. Briefly it occurred to me that anyone who walked by and glanced in through the window would see my naked back. But those thoughts left me as he tugged sharply on the chain. God, it hurt. My eyes pleaded silently with him. His eyes told me there would be no reprieve.

He lightly slapped each breast causing fire to radiate from both nipples. I clutched the edge of the desk as hard as I could and rode the pain. My being became all about the pain.

He lightly slapped my face. "Stay with me."

I opened my eyes and focussed on him at the very moment he removed the first clamp. I threw my head back and hissed loudly. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain that made me weak in the knees.

He removed the other clamp and took that nipple between his lips, sucking hard this time. He held onto me until I came back.

"Let’s see what else is in that box."

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 5

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It was security calling. His pizza was here and they were short staffed at the desk due to shift change. They were sending the delivery up unescorted. I knew this was the conversation taking place. Steven and I had planned it all out.

He hung up the phone and looked down at me massaging his feet.

"I’m apparently having pizza for dinner?"

I smiled up at him. "I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s from Johnny’s." His favorite.

Rolling his chair back a little, he bent forward and grabbed my arms, pulling me out and up to my knees between his legs. His thighs held my body while his hands moved my face to his. His eyes burned with an azure-colored passion that I felt down to the core of my being. The kiss was long and deep. His hands held my head, pulling me into him. I sucked his tongue between my lips and gave it the same attention I planned on giving his cock later. Having had enough teasing, he withdrew his tongue and gently drew my bottom lip between his. He nibbled on it softly at first, then more firmly. My moans grew proportionately and my finger snaked its way along the bulge in his pants.

There was a quick knock on the door, followed immediately by the sound of it opening. I dropped down, hopefully out of sight, and quietly moved back under the desk. The smell of hot, gooey pizza wafted in.

"Hi," came the friendly voice of the pizza girl, Jackie, as she came in and approached the desk. "You’re the only person I’ve even seen here tonight. Where is everyone?"

"Yeah, there’s a company outing tonight and it’s my turn to watch the shop and make sure nothing explodes here."

I hid my face in my hands to keep from laughing. Something would be exploding, I hoped, but it wasn’t really work related.

I heard the pizza box being placed on the edge of the desk above me and watched as Eric pulled out his wallet.

"It’s been taken care of already," she told him. "Enjoy. And don’t work too hard."

"Thanks. I’ll try not to."

Then the door opened and the familiar whoosh followed.

He rolled his chair back again, glanced at what must have been the pizza, then looked down at me, grinning.

"How much pizza do you think I can eat?"

Confused, I crawled out and sat up on my knees. There were two boxes. This wasn’t part of the plan, so I was curious to see what was up. I started to stand up, but he stopped me.

"Your place is on your knees until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Sir." My insides hummed.

He opened the top box and said, "Mmm… pepperoni." I craned my head around to see as he picked up the box with the pizza, moved the other box to the top of the stack and opened it.

"Nice," he said. From my vantage point I couldn’t see the contents, though I tried really hard. I was at a loss because I had no idea what to expect. He reached into the box and pulled out something that shimmered when the light hit it the right way. Nipple clamps.

My eyes widened with the realization that Steven and Jackie were having some fun with this, too.

"Take your top off."

My hands quickly began unbuttoning.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 4

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I quickly withdrew my hand from his thigh as he swiveled toward the door. The bulge in his pants was staring me in the eye.

"Hey, I thought you’d left already."

"I wanted to go over this real quick." It had to be his boss. "There is one small change I need you to make so I can take this with me."

I couldn’t see Eric’s face from this vantage point, but I hoped it wasn’t giving anything away. I don’t think I breathed for the next few minutes. I know I didn’t move a muscle. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened again. Whoosh. And he was gone.

Eric didn’t move a muscle either. His bulge was still there. "You’re lucky I didn’t have to get up," he said quietly. I took this as a sign that all was well and got to the task at hand.

I untied a shoe and slid it off his foot. The sock came next. I adore his toes. Sucking on them and hearing the little moans and contented sighs that result always make me drip. I held off long enough to get the other shoe and sock off before diving in.

I took each toe into my mouth one at a time and covered it with slow strokes of my tongue; long, deliberate strokes from the base to the tip. I licked along the hollow underneath his toes, soaking them in between. My tongue worked its way into the tender spots between the toes while my hands massaged the ball of his foot and his heel. My lips wrapped around two or three of them, gently sucking them into my mouth. Occasionally I ran my nails very lightly up the back of his calf as far as his jeans would allow my hand to go.

After a while, I moved my attention to his other foot and started all over. Usually when I do this, I am in a position to look up to see the expression on his face. I could imagine it now and wondered if he even gave a thought to the fact that someone might glance through the window. I’d be lying if I said this thought didn’t make me even hotter than I already was.

What I could see this time was the bulge and I was anxious to wrap my lips around it. My hand snaked up his calf and inner thigh, scratching lightly on the fabric covering them.

We both jumped when the phone rang.

Tales From Under The Desk, Index

TFUTD was my first attempt at a longer story. The premise for this story is based on a real-life running joke. The rest of it is completely fiction. Okay, mostly fiction.

• Prologue


• Part 1


• Part 2


• Part 3


• Part 4


• Part 5


• Part 6


• Part 7


• Part 8


• Part 9


• Part 10


• Part 11


• Part 12


• Part 13


• Epilogue

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 3

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I don’t know how long it was… minutes, hours… until I heard the door open and then whoosh as it closed. I held my breath as he sat down and rolled himself up to the monitor on the other side of the desk.

I had given quite a bit of thought to my next step. I could just picture him jumping at the feeling of something he wasn’t expecting touching him in a place that he couldn’t readily see. And the last thing I wanted was to scare him. I knew that kind of adrenaline rush wouldn’t be good for my ass, either.

And then the email dropped in. Jackie had come up with this part of the plan. She was by her computer using one of my email accounts. The email had been written. All she had to do was hit send. A phone call from Steven was her cue and she had obviously gotten the call. I waited, mentally reading the email with him. Waiting for the chuckle that I knew would come.

He chuckled.

I knew he was reading my description of how I would be sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh. I leaned across the dark space in the corner of the desk and gently caressed his inner thigh. His reaction was so faint I almost missed it. I couldn’t tell if the gasp I heard was his or my own.

And in hindsight, I don’t know if the gasp happened before or after the door opened. An eternity passed before the now-too-familiar whoosh followed.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 2

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Could a week have seemed any more like a year? I watched every word that I said, fearful of giving something away. Eric was disappointed that we couldn’t get together. He was working a late shift this week because the company was having one of their frequent outings and it was his turn to watch the shop, so to speak.

I feigned disappointment, too. But I couldn’t help but grin as I pulled into the parking lot. To be on the safe side, I parked well out of view of his car. As planned, I called Steven and he met me in the parking lot to escort me inside. I was dressed appropriately to blend in with the crowd. As I walked by several people who were leaving the building, I felt grateful I didn’t have to dress for the corporate world every day.

Steven showed me where to sign in and gave me a visitor’s badge that reflected the same fake name I’d used on the register. He navigated the maze of elevators and we both walked into one. He’d filled me in on security in the building. It was probably more than he is supposed to tell people, but it was important that I know what could and couldn’t be done within the eyes of the security cameras.

Exiting the elevator, Steven swiped a card to get past a locked door. We walked down a hallway and stopped in front of a dark room. This door he unlocked with a key and we went in. After the door was closed, he turned on the light and I saw it was an office that was being used for storage. Boxes were piled everywhere and they blocked the view through the door’s window, offering some privacy from passers-by.

I stashed my bag in one of the desk drawers which was, to my surprise, empty. And I waited. I knew Steven had retreated to a security station and was watching me on one of the many monitors on the bank in front of him. I checked myself in compact mirror and freshened up my lipstick. I pulled my skirt up just enough to see that my stockings were straight and to untwist one of the garters. My face reddened to see a text message from Steven on my cell phone: "Nice view!"

I looked straight at the camera and blew kisses.

Finally, I got what I’d been waiting for… the door opened and Steven poked his head in. "Let’s go." As we walked, Steven told me Eric was in his boss’s office. He again used a key to let me into the room and gave me a gentle prod forward when I stopped in the door to take in my surroundings.

I walked around the desk and rolled the chair back. While the desk was actually situated so it faced the door, what Steven didn’t mention was that it was L-shaped. Another monitor sat on that side of the desk and a menagerie of knobs, buttons and meters filled the space between the two monitors. I dropped to my knees and scooted under the front part of the desk.

"Good luck," Steven chuckled down at me as he retreated and I heard the door whoosh and shut behind him.

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 1

Read the Prologue.

Next, I had to get the lay of the land – or in this case, the lay of the desk – so I could see how it would work. Hell, if it would even work at all. Discreet and hopefully, seemingly random questions about work found their way into our dialogue. I fished for details and used the playful guise of the faux girl under the desk to try and get an idea of what there was to work with.

One evening the week following the party, I met my accomplices, Steven and Jackie, for drinks. They were getting into the game as much as I was and we all plotted and schemed over a pitcher of margaritas. Steven had cased the joint for me, looking with a new eye at the furniture arrangement.

He told me the desk was in the middle of the room and it faced the door. I chuckled at this. When I see someone’s desk arranged so that their computer can’t be seen by anyone else, I automatically assume it’s strategically placed for viewing porn. I guess in this case it takes a pervert to know one. The front of the desk was solid to the floor, presenting a perfect hiding spot from anyone who happened to come in. The door had a window, though, which could be tricky.

I knew Eric would be working a night shift the following week and after discussing several scenarios, Steven agreed that might be the best time to move on what we were now referring to as Operation Desk Job. Jackie wanted to be in on the plan, too, in some way, and the creative juices were flowing because it was easy to find a way to work her in.

We figured out the finer details and were all set to make it happen. I thanked Steven and Jackie profusely for their help and we all commented on what a blast the planning had been.

Next came the hard part… waiting until next week.

Tales From Under The Desk: Prologue

It had become a running joke between us. Sometimes it was me under his desk; other times it was "the girl" under his desk. But she was there, tending to his needs, rubbing and kissing his feet and whatever else might come up. I’ve often thought how funny it would be for him to truly discover a girl under his desk. I even got a wild hair late last year and schemed how to make it happen.

Because the type of work he does is creative and competitive, security is pretty tight in the building. You can’t just stroll in and act like you know where you’re going. So much for my scheme, though it’s a shame because it would have made for a pretty good laugh. He is divine when he laughs.

Coincidence, though a little late, did present itself for this. A friend dragged me to a play party last week. They aren’t really my thing. I don’t play casually and watching other people play doesn’t do much for me. But she wanted to go and was nervous about going alone. So we went.

After the cursory tour of the play space, I spent most of the evening upstairs where people were clothed and in upright positions. I did meet a woman and we hit it off conversationally as soon as we introduced ourselves. We chatted for over an hour and it was that kind of girl talk that so rarely happens to me any more. It was great.

After a while, her husband came up from the basement, looking somewhat aroused. He sat with us and I got to know him a little better. I couldn’t believe it when he said he worked in security at the very building I’d been trying to get into. A couple of hours and a couple of drinks later, I’d filled them both in on my scheme and he agreed to help me pull it off. Not wanting to miss the fun, she offered to help, too.

To be continued...