Getting Myself Off in the Work Bathroom Because My Boss Teased Me

Mr Pardy was a a tall, gorgeous tease. Tall, blonde, and handsomely chiseled about the face — and his wandering hands drove me to nearly cream myself at my desk.

“Everything OK, Sienna?” His low sexy voice rumbled in my ear, and his big hands landed on my shoulders. In my first week, I’d thought he was just innocently touchy-feely. By the end of the next week, I knew it wasn’t.

“Fine, sir.” Some bosses do an informal call-me-Charles, like we don’t both know where the power lies. Mr Pardy never did that with me. He likes me calling him “sir”. I think he knows it gets me wet.

“You’re doing a good job. I know I’ve made so many changes to the meeting agenda, and you’ve never complained.”

His fingers slipped just inside the vee of my blouse to touch my bare skin. An electric jolt made my nipples harden. I nearly moaned. But I bit my lip. I was his secretary, but we didn’t have privacy. There were two other girls in the office with me, and either of them might look up and see Mr Pardy nearly fondling me in public.

“If you’d like to be told off for it, I could probably put together a s-scolding email.” I was proud of myself for getting that out almost without a stammer. I felt him smile against my hair.

His fingers dipped briefly into my bra cups to flick my nipples. I gasped. Thank God Amelia and Clara didn’t look up. Did it look innocent to a casual observer? Not with my flushed face and bitten lower lip.

“Oh no, that would just make more work for you.” It was hard to concentrate on anything but his low, sexy voice rumbling in my ear — and the way his hands were moving over my bare skin. He flicked my nipples again, and a zing of arousal shot straight to my pussy. I was getting wet. I didn’t reply to him — I could barely concentrate on the inane conversation we were having as a pretext for him to come up behind me and fondle me in the office with two other people only feet away.

He cupped my breasts now, stroking the sensitive nipples with his thumbs. I love having my nipples played with, and he knows it. I squeezed my thighs together as my arousal built, and I fought the urge to moan at how good it felt. It felt good and put pressure on my clit, so I clenched my thighs again. Fuck, could I get off like this? With my boss playing with my nipples and me clenching my thighs, in public?

One of the other girls — Amelia? Clara? They looked like clones, I couldn’t keep them straight — coughed. Mr Pardy straightened up and took his clever, wicked hands out of my clothing. I moaned under my breath, this time in disappointment. I was aching and unsatisfied. Just the way Mr Pardy liked to leave me.

He brushed my hair off my neck to expose my ear. I could feel it going red. Especially when he leaned forward to murmur in it:

“I’ll speak to you later, Sienna.”

His hot breath washed over my sensitive ear, and his voice rumbled through me. My pussy clenched again on emptiness. My cheeks were burning and my nipples throbbed. There was no way I could focus on my work.

He left me like that, heading back into his own separate office. It had frosted glass panes, and occasionally I could make out dim shapes within. Sometimes I wondered if — hoped that — after he’d played with and teased me, Mr Pardy went into his office and masturbated while thinking of me.

Oh God. I really couldn’t focus on my work like this.

I picked up my purse and headed for the ladies room. The whole walk there, the way my clothes brushed against my skin drove me crazy.

The bathrooms for the C-Suite are all single-occupancy, down a small discreet corridor. I took the first one I came to. They’re low-lit and attractively designed, like you’d find in an upmarket hotel, and normally I appreciate that. Right now, it might as well have been the scuzziest gas station bathroom in the county.

I locked the bathroom door and my hands were shaking on the knob. I ripped down my pink-striped panties to tangle around my knees and frantically rubbed the heel of my hand against my aching clit.

I thought of how Mr Pardy had touched me, so brazenly and so confidently in the office when anyone might have looked up and seen us. I thought of how sexy I felt, how desired by such a powerful, handsome man. My pussy was sopping wet, and I drove two fingers into myself at once. I moaned at the sudden stretch, imagining they were one of Mr Pardy’s fingers. He had huge hands, and I wanted them on my body and in my dripping pussy.

Maybe he’d had an erection while he felt me up. I hoped touching me made him hard, turned him on. I wanted to see Mr Pardy’s cock. I wanted him to take it out right there in the office and show it to me.

I fucked my pussy faster, rubbing my clit desperately with my other hand. I imagined giving Mr Pardy a blowjob in the office while the other girls did their work, oblivious. Or him taking me into his office and having me ride him in his big executive leather chair. Or him bending me over right here, in this bathroom, while I braced my sweaty hands on the tile as he plowed me.

My pussy clenched around my two fingers and I rubbed my clit faster, harder. Orgasmic tremors were building inside me and every pass over my clit made everything draw tighter. My low groaning echoed back at me from the tiled walls. I was desperate to come. I imagined Mr Pardy touching my nipples again, the way he’d pinched and flicked them, and wished he was doing it right now while he watched me getting myself off.

All the tension in my belly came to a head. My cunt clenched around my fingers and I came hard, thinking of what Mr Pardy was going to do to me. I shuddered and whimpered, and a little squirt shot out of my pussy to spatter on the tiled floor. I’d never done that just masturbating by myself.

The doorknob rattled.

“Sienna?” Mr Pardy’s voice filtered through the wooden door of the bathroom. I froze, two fingers still in my pussy, my body still wracked with post-orgasmic tremors.