The Temp Worker, an Office Fantasy

It was getting close to lunch time and I was already restless. I was blankly staring at the computer on my desk, not concentrating on anything I needed to do, and instead thinking of a wild romp involving the new temporary employee.

There was a light knock at the door behind me, taking me out of my reverie. I turned to see you peeking around the door as you opened it. You had just started the previous day. I was told you were hired to do a report for the company and that I had been assigned to answer any questions that you may have.

The day before, while you had been in the adjacent office, going over the parameters of the report with the boss I couldn’t help but notice you. You wore a modest skirt, accentuating your sensual curves. Your breasts, full and perfectly proportioned, pressed again the light blouse you were wearing. You face was beautiful and shone with a vibrant passion for life.

As you left the office your eyes met mine. They were a light shade of brown, absolutely stunning. Your smile was infectious. It shot an electric sensation go through my body causing me to get temporarily light headed. I smiled back at you. You didn’t shy away, just waved and crinkled your nose. You were scheduled for the rest of the week and suddenly I had this feeling that it was going to be a great 7 days.

You had come by on two occasions the previous day. On the first, you had only inquired about how to format the report you had been working on. You stood at the door, leaning into my office as you asked. Your hair fell over your shoulders as you leaned forward and your blouse fell open a bit, offering a brief glimpse of your cleavage. You asked me a question but I was only half-heartedly listening. I could feel a stirring in my loins. Not now, I think to myself. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the opening of your blouse, hoping that I would get another view. When I finally shifted my gaze up to your face you had on a knowing look and a sly smile. Then you simply stepped out of the office and closed the door behind you.

Later, when you returned you had a rough draft of the report compiled. You set the draft down on my desk and leaned over my shoulder and pointed out key passages as I read. I could smell your scent, not a perfume, but a sweet feminine scent. I could hardly concentrate and I felt my pulse quicken. As I turned to speak to you I notice your blouse had been unbuttoned one button from what it had been earlier. My heart skipped a beat. Your breasts were full, clad in a white lacy bra which stretched your blouse so that, from my position, I was awarded a gorgeous view. I thought I might fall out of my chair. I felt your hips press into my side as you stood next to me. My cock was beginning to get very hard. I turned toward you in my chair as you collected the draft. You were looking straight at the bulge in my pants with your lips slightly parted as you ran your tongue over them. You simply gave my shoulder a light squeeze as you turned and left.

For the rest of the day and into the evening my mind was constantly focused on how you would look naked, or clad in only in a blouse and knee high socks.

I awoke this morning with a raging hard on and sleepy memories of passionate, erotic lovemaking with you in my dreams. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. My cock was in a constant state of attention and I was thinking of doing anything and everything to you, for you, with you. Now, here I was sitting, kicking back in my office chair, engulfed in thoughts of hard, wet, steamy sex with a person I barely knew, but wanted, badly. And then there you were…

Your face had a radiant smile that seemed like it was meant just for me. You step into the unit and shut the door. You peek around the door into my boss’s adjacent office and notice it was dark and unoccupied. “I came in to pick up some notes I may have left in here during the staff meeting the other day,” you say to me, casually. “You might check the boss’s office,” I feebly suggest.

As you turn the light on and go into the room I watch the way you move, the curves of your body and the way you stand. You knew I was in the doorway watching and almost seemed to be posing at times. I could feel an excitement growing and I was feeling slightly out of breath as my dick grew and throbbed as I stood watching you.

You turn and say; “There it is!” pointing to a manila folder hidden under the desk opposite the door. Before I could move to pick it up for you, you had bent over from the hip, with your legs straight like you were reaching down to tie your shoes.