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I work in an open plan office alongside both men and women. It is an office like any other, rectangular with windows on two sides. There are approximately twenty five of us in this office. Some of our desks are in cubicles made from privacy dividers. Our office is part of a larger business, with offices all over the country.

I am one of the lucky ones with a window. My desk looks out on a busy street. On the opposite side of the street is a fitness centre with large picture windows, showcasing fitness enthusiasts slaving away on their stair machines and treadmills. During office hours, many of these keep-fitters are shapely, lycra-clad housewives. I really like my window.

As the only computer literate person in the office, I often get dragged into helping my colleagues when the IT help-desk is busy. A few weeks ago, Felicity the new assistant accountant started work. Felicity is married, about thirty five years old, with brown, medium length hair, glasses and a pleasant, buxom body, just on the edge of plump. She was assigned a desk alongside the head accountant John. John and Felicity share a cubicle.

Work is taken fairly seriously here, but we have two daily tea breaks: one morning and one afternoon, where people sit around, chat and eat biscuits, for a few minutes. This particular morning, I was chatting to a colleague during tea break when Felicity walked over and interrupted:

"Hi. I heard you are good with computers. Help-desk keeps promising to adjust the settings on mine but they still haven't shown up; could you have a look if you get the chance?"

"Sure. I'm pretty busy now, but remind me and I'll have a look."

The next morning I was concentrating on work when I felt a hand brush across my shoulder. I looked up. Felicity, wearing a mid-thigh, red and black tartan skirt, glided to the empty desk adjacent to mine and half sat, half leaned against it.

"Hi. I was wondering if you might have chance to look at my computer now."

I rolled my chair back. She was not wearing stockings. Her smooth, thick and shapely legs looked nice. I must have looked a bit too long because she got up and walked around the back of my chair. As she passed behind, I thought I might have caught a whiff of pussy. I began to get aroused. She walked back. I wondered if she had been checking out my crotch as she walked behind me. She leaned back against the desk again, this time pushing herself into a sitting position, her creamy white thighs rippling over the edge of the desk. It took all my determination to keep my eyes on her face as she described the problem with her PC. I took a chance and glanced swiftly, her legs were together but her meaty thighs, pressed against each other, and were enough to make me forget what she was saying. When I raised my eyes I saw she had traces of a smirk on her face. I asked her to repeat her last sentence. As she talked, I thought I noticed her adjust her legs apart slightly, but I was too nervous to chance another glance. I promised her I would look at her PC the next day.

As she returned to her cubicle, I watched her walk, her arse-cheeks caressing her skirt. I got up to go to the bathroom. Entering a toilet cubicle. I unzipped my fly and took my penis in hand. There was pre-cum on the front of my boxer shorts. I began to caress my cock, thinking about Felicity's creamy thighs and the whiff of her pussy. It wasn't long before the semen roiled in my testicles, I felt a delicious pressure building. Sudden relief and intense pleasure as a thick wad of cum squirted out of my penis and spaffed on the tiled wall above the toilet. I shuddered as I thought about her spreading her legs on the desk. Spurt after spurt of milky cum erupted from my cock, until I was spent.

My dripping and congealing cum was plastered on the wall above the cistern. As soon I had sufficiently recovered, I used some toilet roll to clean up. As I walked back to my desk, I passed Felicity's cubicle. She glanced out of the entrance at me, smiled and turned back her work.
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