Horny and rushing to an early business appointment, my mind was consumed by sexual thoughts and impulses. My main office computer, a tired, ancient, whining machine, was being replaced, and the computer store offered free setup and networking. I could easily do it myself—I do it to myself all the time—but I made a very boss-like decision and delegated the task to professionals, for free. However, having to be there two hours before I normally arrive hindered my morning routine.
My typical morning ritual usually involves waking up to see flowers, a love note, and breakfast on the bedside table. My fingers immediately creep down to my swollen, sensitive clit, and I finger myself to at least two orgasms before I throw back the covers. Breakfast, juice, and coffee fuel my mortal coil, and then I work off a few of those calories by using a suction cup dildo, shower massage, and clit-sucking toy in the shower. Hastily, I dress for work, foregoing the torture devices known as women’s underwear, and drive into work, blasting hair metal. With one hand on the steering wheel, the other creeping beneath my skirt, giving me one or two more cums before I make it to work.
Rising before the sun, already behind schedule, my breakfast was hurriedly nibbled on, no fingering in bed or in the shower. Still, the thoughts of all the nasty, dirty, perverted things I’d done the night before haunted my mind and loins. I’d even worn undergarments that morning, attempting to look at least somewhat business-like.
A gray knit skirt, tight and of mid-thigh length, covered my shapely, round butt and concealed my honeypot. A matching bra and panty set, all black lace, made me feel sexy and wanton. The panties were a stretchy lace thong, and the bra matched. It was more “fuck me hard” lingerie than true underwear, but, if I had to wear the oppressive feminine unmentionables, I needed to feel desirable. A black blouse with lace trim adorned my torso. I looked like a sexy secretary, a true femme fatale. The addition of some flesh-colored thigh-highs made me feel even sexier without compromising my business-like outer veneer.
The problem with having morning routines is that one feels it when one breaks discipline. Just as a runner feels lethargic if they don’t get in their morning jog, I felt uncontrollably aroused from missing my half-dozen or so morning orgasms. However, I had about half an hour of drive time, and the stretchy lace thong was easily pulled to one side, giving me access to my dripping slit and vibrating clit as I drove.
I managed one orgasm on the way to work, much to the delight of the trucker sitting next to me at the stoplight. For me, just one orgasm is merely an appetizer, something to whet my sexual appetite. I made it to the parking lot, jogged to my store to save time, and ran up the stairs to my office, which overlooks the sales floor. I enjoyed the visual of my pale hand sliding under my panties to finger my cunt. I had just thrust three fingers inside my pussy, fucking myself furiously with my other hand rubbing over my clit, when the expected computer nerds arrived. Sighing in frustration, I descended the stairs and let them in.
Mark and Toby may have been computer techs, but they didn’t look like stereotypical nerds. Mark was tall, muscular, and athletic looking, with a scruffy beard and brilliant blue eyes under his curly, brown hair. Toby was short and lean but handsome with an impish look about him. Their blue oxford shirts, with their names embroidered over one breast, were clean, as were their matching, pleated pants.
“We’re here to set up your new system, Miss…” Mark’s voice tapered off and rose in query.
“Krystal,” I purred, already thanking the Goddess for putting two handsome young men in my path.
Because I’d been on the cusp of orgasm, my breath was coming in impassioned heaves, my nipples were rock-hard and sticking out, and my pale flesh was pinkish with the blush of my arousal. Hunky Mark and sexy Toby were too busy staring at my tits and ogling the swell of my shapely ass in my tight, short skirt to notice the clandestine removal of my wedding ring. I don’t conceal my marriage from anyone, but I don’t like playing with the ring on, not because I don’t want to feel married, but because I get a bit wild, and I don’t want to ruin it.
“Follow me,” I sang out, using my sexy, husky voice that dominates my speech when I’m horny.
Their muscles bulged as they grabbed the boxes containing my new computer system. With my overpriced technology in tow, the two of them followed me, nearly tripping over themselves and each other. That was my fault; I added extra sway to my hips, and the hem of my tight, gray skirt rose a little.
Of course, the two of them waited until I’d reached the fourth step to follow me. That put their eyes ass-level. I was aware of this, so I just had to bend forward a little, sticking my plump, heart-shaped ass out further.
“My office is right up there.” I pointed, but their eyes remained fixed on my butt.
My office is tiny. There’s room for my desk, one other chair, some minor storage, and the reams of papers and stacks of back-logged books. Otherwise, it’s mostly spartan. A wide, glass window overlooks the show floor, right next to the door at the stairs’ landing.
“Just let me clear off my desk,” I purred.
The two handsome, young men began unboxing my new system, and I bent over my desk, my ass pointed directly toward them, and disconnected my old, dying computer. Then I began gathering all the papers and trinkets that clutter my desk, moving them out of the way.
I could feel the cool air on my flesh, exposing the bottoms of my ass cheeks. I knew that my stocking tops were exposed, and I imagined that the view I was presenting looked devilishly enticing.
“OK, hook me up,” I told them.
I’d turned my head, quickly, to speak to them, catching both of them staring at the swell of my dripping pussy from behind. I could have easily walked around to the other side of my desk rather than bend way over, laying my torso on the desk’s top, but where’s the fun in that?
Although the appointment allowed for two hours, it only took a couple of minutes to get the new system set up. Due to the close quarters of my office, one had to be very careful to not bump into another. I was so fucking horny that I was intentionally careless.
“Oops,” I giggled when my high, firm tits brushed against Mark’s pussy-drenching bicep muscles. Of course, I couldn’t move, so the contact was long and lingering, my protruding nipples giving his arm an extra caress when I could finally move.
“So sorry,” I apologized to a blushing and stuttering Toby when my firm ass slammed into his crotch. He went to my right, which just so happened to be the direction my butt was shifting. Then, we repeated the collision by moving to the left. Suddenly, although the floor was dry and clean, my foot “accidentally” slipped, and I fell backward into his groin. I could feel his hard-on between my ass cheeks.
“Everything’s all set, Miss Krystal,” Mark said. “Let’s fire it up and check everything over.”
“Just let me squeeze on through,” I said. It sounded more like a lusty moan than actual words.
Mark backed up against the wall to let me pass. He had at least another foot of space he could have occupied, but there was barely enough room opened up for me to shimmy past him. Mark’s sexy body got to feel my overheating body rub up against him as I sidled through his space. Two erections were proudly sticking out from tan, pleated pants.
Having them all fired up, it was now time to do the same to my new computer. I’d noticed that the network cable that connects my office computer to the store’s server hadn’t been connected. I ignored that fact, pretending that nothing was amiss. The system came on, and everything other than the office network seemed to not only be fine but several times faster and better than my old system.
