Spreadsheets and Spread Legs
Penelope cannot resist some self-indulgence while at work.
It was a surprisingly quiet day at the office with very little going on. There wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle that accompanied an approaching deadline. It was August and easily a third of the office was out on vacation. How they allowed so many people away at once was a mystery to Penelope, but she couldn’t complain. At the moment, she wasn’t stuck doing anyone else’s work nor was anyone hovering over her, demanding something. She was free to peruse the spreadsheets on her double monitors in peace, examining the trends and growth, or lack thereof.
In silent solitude, Penelope lost all track of time, staying much later than she normally would. The office had grown entirely still and she thought she was all alone as she headed toward the restrooms before embarking on her commute.
The ladies’ room door opened without a creak but the sounds inside made Penelope stop in her tracks on the threshold.
“Oh fuck yeah, right there,” she heard the voice climb higher, accompanied by panting.
Her eyes scanned the space, landing on the reflection in the mirror. Michelle had her back against the wall while Bryan’s hand worked rhythmically between her legs and his lips slid over her neck. Penelope had no idea…
