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You are working at your desk when I call you up to have a little fun.

MF, exh

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                    Working at your Desk
                    by InnerStrength


You are wearing a navy business skirt, with a white blouse. The skirt goes a
few inches below the knee.  Very professional.

The phone rings, and you answer.

"Go to the board room and lock the door."

"Why?" But it is too late; I have hung up already.

You are too interested to ignore me. You go into the board room, which is
completely enclosed, but has windows out onto midtown Manhattan, fourteen
stories below.

You wait for about five minutes, and are about to leave, when the phone in the
board room rings.

"Hello."

"Look out the window."

"It's a beautiful day. I wish I didn't have to work."

"Do you see me?"

You scan the street, looking for my jacket, but you don't see it.

"No, I don't see you. Where are you?"

"I can see you. Take your panties off for me."

Your breathing starts to come a little quicker. You remove your shoes, then
your pantihose. Finally, you pull your silk panties down over your
knees. Thanks to the skirt, you are still very modest.

"I love the pink ones."

"Where are you? I can't see you?"

"Take your jacket off."

"I can't spend too much time in here. People will notice."

"Please take you jacket off."

"OK."

You put the phone down, and slip off the jacket. You pick the phone back up.

"You know you are beautiful, don't you?"

"You say the sweetest things. Are you planning to leave me wet and frustrated,
or are you planning something?"

"Now the bra."

You undo the top few buttons of the blouse, and unhook the bra. You slide the
straps through your sleeves and off your arms, and then pull the bra
through. You start to button the blouse.

"Leave it unbuttoned."

You feel your cheeks flush, and reach a hand down to your panties over the
skirt.

"Now pull open the blouse."

You do.

"I am having a hard time seeing. Come closer to the window."

"What if somebody sees?"

"Then you will make their day."

You walk up to the window.

"Better?"

"Now dance for me."

You sway your hips back and forth. You rub your arms on your sides, and on
your legs. Your hair is swaying to the imaginary music.

"Mmmmm. Find me yet?"

"No."

"Look across the street."

There I am, across the way, a floor above, in a bathrobe. You wave. I wave
back.

"I checked into the hotel for the day."

I let my robe fall open, and you can see my strong, slender body. I am built
like a swimmer.

"I can only see your chest, lover."

"We are even, then."

You slide some chairs out of the way and look at the board room table. There
are blotters, which you push aside. You lift your skirt in the back and sit up
on the table, feeling the cool oak on your bottom. Then you raise both feet
and put them on chairs to either side.

"Do you want me to raise the skirt?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please."

"Then let the robe fall open."

I do. You can see I am erect.

"Stroke yourself for me."

"Raise your skirt first."

You do, and your pussy comes into view for anyone in the hotel who might be
looking. But you only see me. I start to rub back and forth. You do the same,
and slip a hand to your pussy.

We stroke together for a few minutes until your eyes close. You keep rubbing
until you come, trying to muffle your cries so nobody hears. When you look up,
I have stopped.

Where did that phone go? Here it is.

"Why did you stop?"

"I have other things in mind. It is lunchtime. Come to room 1515."