Katie – Part 2

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After Katie had joined our office, the steady momentum of my working life had been shaken to its foundations. I had always been so focused. I was still professional and conscientious, but now my daily routine had changed. The boundaries of work and pleasure had become blurred. During the weekend, I had found myself day dreaming, entering moments of reflexion where I wondered if I had really just had sex at work. I had fantasized of course. At office parties I had kissed a few guys and girls, I had even photocopied my bum, but I had never crossed that line – until now. The fact is, that Katie was irresistible. I mean that in every interpretation of the word. It wasn’t just her gorgeous, ‘come to bed’ eyes. It wasn’t only the fact that her beautiful, sleek brown hair, was a joy to run your fingers through. Her sexy body alone, with her cute bum and pert boobs was a wonderful distraction. But Katie’s aura – her personality and essence was irresistible. Just being alone with her made it impossible not to kiss those lovely red lips. It was the first Monday back at work after our naughty liaison in the archive store. The memory of those fifteen minutes was still lucidly vivid. I was in the store room, looking for a folder. The one I wanted was on the top shelf out of reach. There was one of those wooden step ladder things with a handle on one side, like they have in libraries. I always felt insecure climbing them. “Do you want a hand?” “Katie! I didn’t hear you come in.” “You left the door ajar.” “Oh.” I could feel my heart beating in my chest but I tried to look relaxed as I leant on a shelf. Katie was in a thin summer dress of red and yellow flowers. She looked sweet and sexy at the same time and I found myself undressing her in my mind. “We seem to keep finding ourselves alone in little cupboards,” said Katie. “Do we?” “Why don’t you use the step ladder and I’ll hold it for you.” “That’s kind of you, thanks.” I manoeuvred it in position and stepped up to the third rung, bringing the folder easily into reach. I picked it up and read the label on the spine to make güvenilir bahis sure it was the correct file. Suddenly I felt a soft, warm hand on my bare leg. I was wearing a fairly short pink skirt and realised that Katie had probably been treated to a full view of my panties. “Katie, not here!” “It’s okay, I was just having a little feel.” “Someone might come!” “Then I will move my hand,” she said, coolly. I was trembling, enjoying the tender way her fingers were stroking me. “Are you holding the ladder? I’m coming down.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” As I placed my right foot on the next step down, I was aware that Katie had not moved her hand. As I descended, her hand just went further up my skirt, until she had succeeded in pushing the hem up and was stroking her fingers between my legs. “Katie, stop it!” “Why, don’t you like it!” “Of course I do.” “Well then. The door’s closed if someone comes, it just looks like I’m holding the ladder.” “Right. With my skirt round my waist?” “Stop whinging and stay there a minute.” I rested on the ladder, one hand on the wooden pole as I clutched the folder in the other. Katie’s fingers were toying with my panties, rubbing the gusset with just enough pressure to make me sigh with a tingly naughtiness. “You have beautiful pussy lips, Danny.” “Hmmmm…” Her fingers began to massage me, rubbing my panties further into my pussy, until I could feel her touch against my exposed labia. “Oh Katie, no!” “I think you’re right, she said,” pulling her hand away. “I’ll get carried away.” I stepped back onto terra firma and handed her the folder as I rearranged myself. I went to take it back and she pulled me towards her. I kissed her as easily and as instinctively as I drew breath. Her lips were so soft; so kissable. We stood there snogging for a few seconds and then the door opened. “I was just about to send a search party,” said Darren. “Have you got my folder?” “It was on the top shelf!” I exclaimed, hoping that I didn’t look guilty. My gaze shot towards Katie, who was standing with her back to my boss. “I don’t seem to güvenilir bahis siteleri be able to separate you two,” said Darren. “Nice to see you getting on at last.” “Yes, Danny is very helpful,” said Katie. “Excellent. Are you still okay for our two o’clock?” “Yes, sure.” Katie looked at me and pursed her lips and then turned on her heels , leaving me to turn the light off. I returned to my desk all of a shiver and in need of a proper seeing to after Katie had teased me. The whole thing was particularly erotic, because notionally she was my superior, even if she wasn’t my boss as such. I had the impression that she was using her Head Office position quite subtly, exploiting my own vulnerability in a crafty though delightful way. That evening I went straight upstairs after work and took out my silver bullet. I had been thinking of Katie all day and just jumped on my bed, eased off my skirt and panties and closed my eyes as I thought of my sexy colleague. I recreated the moment in the store room in my imagination and brought myself to a very satisfactory orgasm. The next day followed a similar pattern. Everything began normally and then I went for a coffee. Again I found myself alone in the kitchen and again, Katie managed to choose her moment. One minute I was emptying the little sachet into the hopper and the next minute she was blowing into my ear, her body pressed close to mine. Her lips went from my earlobe down to my neck, kissing me until she was driving me wild. Her fingers dabbled between my legs, pushing the hem of my dress as far as it would go as she found my aching, wet pussy. “We must stop meeting like this!” she said, giggling. “Oh!” was all I could say, rather meekly. It was getting like I didn’t know when she was going to strike next. It was becoming a challenge to stay focused. There were the sexy glances as she walked from her office to the photocopier. Then the little dramas of dropping her papers, stooping to pick them up, and making sure she flashed her sweet ass in my direction. Since our session in the archive on the previous week, iddaa siteleri I hadn’t openly discussed what was happening. In fact our relationship had remained firmly professional and above board for all intents and purposes. I was becoming paranoid that we would get caught and yet I had noted that Katie was very careful to catch me when I was away from prying in eyes. This subterfuge continued amid the normal workings of office life. Katie didn’t miss the opportunity to exercise what little influence she had. In the afternoon most of the office had gone to the training room, leaving me and a couple of others to hold the fort. My seat was inside a little circle of desks and the others were at the far end of the office and not in direct line of sight. Katie came out and to my surprise asked if I wanted a coffee. “Yes, please!” She had never made anyone a drink before and possibly had taken the opportunity while the office was nearly empty. She came back with my cup and sat down on Suzie’s chair. “How are you going with that report, Danny?” “What report?” “The Waitrose one.” “How did you know about that?” “Because I asked Darren to get it.” “You did! Well, tomorrow probably.” “Late then?” “Not late, I didn’t give him a definite time.” “Hmph! Sloppy!” “What! Who are you calling sloppy?!” As I spoke, Katie straightened one leg and pushed my chair, making it swivel towards her. She gave me one of her sultry smiles. Drawing her own chair nearer, she pushed off one shoe with the toe of her other foot. Then as brazen as you like, she hooked the hem of my skirt with her foot, sliding my skirt up my legs. I looked round but no one would be able to see, owing to a screen and a couple of PCs. Even so, I felt a rush of tingles and sudden palpitations, lest we were caught and from the sheer thrill. I had put on a loose-fitting lemon skirt and I opened my legs until Katie no doubt had full view of my panties. She looked at me with those soul-searching brown eyes, making my tummy flutter with a thousand butterflies. Her pantyhose-covered feet stroked the inside of my legs to begin with and then, pointing her toes, she rubbed them on my panties. She used her big toe to explore between my legs, pushing the cotton into my pussy lips. I was sitting with my legs wide open and my skirt gathered around my thighs.

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