Another day, another snore fest.
I sigh with exasperation. I punch in at 9 a.m. and punch out at 5:30 p.m. That has been my schedule every other weekday for the past 3 weeks.
I look at the clock on my laptop. It is 11:37 a.m. I sigh with relief. Thank God, it is almost time for lunch. I am starving! And I am not talking about typical hunger, either.
Now, you might wonder why I am working here if I am clearly bored with it. I went to high school with Brandon Sanderson, the manager of the company I work at. I had a crush on him then, and not much has changed almost a decade later. And while I do not think he recognized me during the interview, I definitely recognize him. And I want to work for him.
My name is Amanda Hugankiss, and I am the chief financial consultant at TechFusion. Despite being a recent hire at this company, it does not take me long to master the software. And believe it or not, despite the boredom I feel, I actually enjoy working at TechFusion. The workplace environment is great. And my coworkers are great. So then, why am I still bored?
First, bored may not be the most accurate word. As I say, I’m starving. But it’s not from a lack of food. You see, I have broken up with a guy recently. And that means I have not been getting regular sex lately. Without that key component in my life, my sanity and ability to stay focused on the task at hand at work has taken a nosedive.
And so, here I sit. Every time I see Brandon at work, he reminds me of how little I am getting. And every time I am typing on my keyboard, I am reminded of how little I am getting pounded. How sad is that? I am actually jealous of the keys on my keyboard. They are getting more action today than I have in weeks.
A soft tap on my door breaks me out of my trance. I glance back, and who should be there but Brandon. He smiles at me and says, “It’s lunchtime, Amanda. I ordered a pizza for everybody. So, when you’re ready, come to the employee lounge.”
I nod and return his smile. “Thanks, Brandon. I’ll be right there.” Satisfied, he leaves. Presumably, to grab himself a slice or two of pizza.
I sigh. While pizza sounds delicious right now, my other needs need to be taken care of first. Besides, I will not have to worry about the other employees overhearing me if they are in the employee lounge. But I cannot be too long, or else it will be suspicious. I glance at my clock again. It is 12:03. I have plenty of time!
I make my way to the women’s bathroom and close the cubicle door behind me. After unzipping my miniskirt, I sit on top of the toilet seat. Glancing down, I admire the panties I have worn today: a cute pair of white bikini briefs. Definitely nothing fancy, but they are comfortable for work.
I exhale with excitement. This is it; I am going to masturbate in the women’s washroom at work. And, if all goes well, no one will know. I creep my hand down to my panty-covered crotch and press my palm against the thin cotton, feeling the heat already pulsing there. I rub in slow, firm circles, the fabric dragging over my swollen clit with every stroke.
It does not take me long to get into it. My breathing sharpens as I grind harder, and my thighs tremble against the cool toilet seat while I picture Brandon’s firm hands shoving my skirt up and taking control of me. God, I wish he were the one teasing me like this, pinching my clit through the soaked cotton until I squirm and beg.
I slide my fingers inside my panties and glide two of them straight into my slick, dripping folds, pretending they are his. I pump them faster, curling just right against that perfect spot, my hips rocking shamelessly.
And that does it. My pussy clenches hard around my fingers as a sudden, mind-melting orgasm rips through me. I bite my lip to stifle the deep moan of ecstasy that still escapes. My whole body shakes as I orgasm.
When I come to, my legs are weak, and my chest is heaving. I just sit there for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath. Holy… shit! Oh God, how I need this! I pull my hand out of my panties and let the fabric settle against my oversensitive skin.
Suddenly, I feel a distinct, cool, wet sensation I have not noticed before. I pull out the waistband of my panties and glance inside. “Oh, damn!” I cry out. The gusset of my undies is completely soaked. And I did not think to bring an extra pair with me today! Not that I planned for this!
In a panic, I lift myself off the seat. My panties slide down my legs and softly land on the floor. Why do I let myself have an orgasm at work! I scold myself as I pick them up and take them to the air dryer by the sink. I push the button. Please dry these quickly! I silently pray. To the underwear gods, to the air dryer itself, etc. I do not care who, just someone, answer please!
A few minutes later, I bring my panties to my face. I then take a whiff. And frown slightly. Even though they have been drying for a few minutes, there is still a faint smell of cum in the gusset.
I sigh. Even if I slide them back on, someone is bound to smell me. And put it together with the fact that I am late for lunch and there is a smell following me around. I realize I cannot spend any more time in the bathroom, so I will need to go commando for the time being.
Going without underwear while at work; I must be crazy. What am I thinking?! I then smile to myself. With everyone else at lunch, no one will be at their office. Including Brandon.
I grab my miniskirt and zip it back up. Then I exit the bathroom. And while I am walking down the aisle to the lounge, I go past Brandon’s office. Without thinking twice, I toss my wet undies inside. They land near his desk chair. I smile to myself, knowing what I just did. Naturally, my pussy does not have any objections.
I return to my office around 1:40, with a full belly and a crotch that is begging for attention. Looking down, I adjust my miniskirt so it covers more. I groan to myself; why do I do that to myself? How am I going to survive the next four hours?!
Somehow, I can fortunately return to the task at hand. Click, clack, click, clack. I keep myself busy with writing up this week’s financial reports. Then, a few minutes later, I received a message on the company’s messenger. It’s from Brandon!
Panic sets in. I hope he has not figured out that it was me who left the panties! I gulp, and click on the message, which reads, “Hi, Amanda. Sorry to bother you, but could you send me your financial reports for this week? No pressure; I just need them before you leave today. Thanks, Brandon.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. False alarm. Brandon only wants the financial reports for this week. I answer Brandon’s message with, “Sure thing, Brandon. I am writing them up as we speak. I am aiming to send them in the next hour.” He responds with a thumbs up.
True to my word, at around 2:30, I finish up my reports. I take a quick last look through them, before attaching them to a message for Brandon. I click send, and breathe a sigh of satisfaction. A job well done.
Eventually, the clock on my computer hits 5:30. I yawn and stretch my arms. And I signed out of the company programs, before shutting the computer down for the day.
While I do that, I hear Brandon call out, “Great work this week, everyone! Stay out of trouble for me this weekend. Alright?” I overhear two other employees chuckling. I smile. This is Brandon’s usual way of ending the week.
Monday morning comes, and I get myself settled in my office. And yes, I remember to put on a fresh pair of panties before leaving for work this morning. I am wearing my black briefs today, as well as a matching bra. Definitely a sexier set than what I wore on Thursday.
I shake my head in disbelief, as I recall Thursday afternoon. I still cannot believe I did that! Who removes their underwear and then leaves said underwear in her boss’s office?!
About an hour after I arrive, I receive a message on the company’s messenger. It is from Brandon!
I frown slightly. Why is Brandon messaging me now? I curiously open the message, which reads, “Hi, Amanda. Could you come to my office for a second? I need to speak to you about the reports. Thanks, Brandon.”
I gulp. Did I do something wrong? I panic to myself. I am sure that I gave him all the information he wanted. Resigning myself to the fact that I made a mistake, and Brandon wants to reprimand me for it, I sigh and make my way to Brandon’s office.
Upon arriving there, I notice Brandon is sitting at his desk with his back turned to me. Summoning the courage, I tap on the door. Brandon turns his chair to look at me. “Come in and sit down, Amanda. And please close the door behind you.”
What is this about? I wonder. But regardless, I nod, and go to close the door as requested. I then sit down. “Is there something I forgot to include in the reports, Brandon?” I ask nervously.
Brandon looks surprised for a second, before waving his arms. “No, do not worry. Your report had everything I asked for. You did not forget to include anything.” But then he looks away awkwardly. “Ahem… at all.”
I tilt my head in confusion. “That is a relief… I guess. But I get the sense there is a but coming up.”
Brandon nods his head. “Yes, you are right.” He awkwardly scratches the side of his neck, and sighs. He then looks at me right in the eye. “But are you aware of what you also included in the report, Miss Hugankiss?”
I shake my head at his question. What is he talking about?
He glances at a piece of paper on his desk. He then picks it up, and looks at it more closely, before looking back at me. “I am just going to read what you wrote at the end of your report verbatim.” I nod, still not sure what he is talking about.
He clears his throat, before reading with the same calm demeanour. “I want Brandon Sanderson to ravage me in the employee lounge. Where we enjoyed our pizza today. Just have a feast on my kitty, like we feasted on pizza. … I cannot take it. Ever since that day we met in Grade 11 English class, I wanted him to knead my breasts like pizza dough. … And then, fast forward to today, thanks to him, I gave myself…”
He then squints at the paper, as though he cannot believe what he is reading. “…a mind-meltingly gushing orgasm that rendered my underwear obsolete afterwards.”
My face turns bright red, as I cover my face with my hands. I cannot even look Brandon in the eye right now. Holy shit! I think to myself. How embarrassing! I should have read my report more carefully before submitting it to Brandon.
But despite the embarrassment I feel, hearing my own explicit words repeated back to me is having another effect on me. It is at this point that I feel my nipples tightening in my bra. They are straining right against the fabric. Can today get any worse? I am embarrassed, as well as horny, in my boss’s office! But at least my bra is not see-through.
A few minutes pass before Brandon awkwardly breaks me out of my trance. “So… yeah. That is definitely not something I ever expected to read. I don’t know whether I should be excited… or freaked out.”
I slowly raise my head from my hands, with my face still bright red. Brandon looks like he is still processing what he just read. I cannot speak at a normal volume, so I can only manage a strained voice. “I-I am so sorry! This has never happened before, I-I swear!”
Brandon awkwardly turns away and mumbles under his breath. “Not exactly.”
I turn my head in confusion. “What do you mean? You have not brought me into your office before.”
Brandon turns back to me. “I am not talking about here. I remember you were quite the horny girl in high school, underneath your prim and proper persona.” He gives me a sly grin before continuing. “I guess some things never change, huh?”
I am taken aback. Does he remember me after all?! “Wait! Did you remember me when you interviewed me?” Fear enters my mind. “Oh, God! You saw them… back then, did not you?”
Brandon’s mouth curves upwards, before he stops himself. He smiles and nods his head. “I remembered you right away. You tend not to forget the girl who flashed her lacy undies at you in the middle of class.” He smirks. “Among other things.”
I bury my face in my hands once again and groan. “Oh, God! I wanted your attention so badly, but couldn’t think of another way to get it. I thought I was being subtle, too.” A fear suddenly enters my mind. “And now you are going to fire my ass, aren’t you?”
I then hear Brandon’s calm and reassuring voice. “You can relax, Amanda. That would never be a possibility. You are too good at your job, for one.” I raise my head and see Brandon smiling at me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you. But what happens now? I cannot return to my office right now looking like… this.” I look at him straight in the eye, emphasizing my embarrassed face. My eyes are on the verge of tears.
Brandon regards me before continuing. “Why not kill some time and cross… certain things… off your bucket list?” He gestures towards the paper with a smile. “I am assuming you still want this, right?”
Want is an understatement, I think to myself. I need Brandon to take full advantage of me until I am a quivering and drooling mess. I need Brandon to make me cum so intensely that I see stars, and cannot remember my name. But one step at a time. I nod my head enthusiastically.
Brandon smiles and says, “I thought you might agree to that.” He reaches down to grab his nearby briefcase. He then brings it onto his desk and begins opening it. And resumes speaking. “By the way, I found the strangest thing on my office floor on Thursday. Do you know what I am talking about, and where they could have come from?”
A sheepish grin creeps onto my face. Don’t tell me…
And sure enough, a few seconds later, Brandon finds what he is looking for. It is the white bikini briefs I came in, and subsequently tossed into his office the other day!
He shoots me a shit-eating grin, as he spins my panties around on his finger. “You can imagine my shock when I returned from our pizza lunch, and found these lovely undies waiting for me by my desk. But I did not know why they were there, or who left them.” As I watch him play with my panties, I feel myself drip into the panties that I am currently wearing.
Brandon stops spinning his finger. “And it was not until our conversation just now, that I put it all together.” He smiles at me. “Although the fantasies you wrote at the end of your report made it a dead giveaway.” He laughs.
Brandon grasps my panties and looks me straight in the eye. “So… here is my plan, Amanda. We are going to make those fantasies come true… but how do you feel about being blindfolded?” He then opens my panties from the waistband. “With these.”
I do not think I have ever opened my mouth as wide as I do at that moment. This conversation is certainly taking a turn for the strange and exciting. And borderline uncomfortable. “E-excuse me? Blindfolded?! With my underwear?!”
He smiles. “You bet. And yes, in case you are wondering, I put them in the washer and dryer before bringing them with me today. So they are clean.” Brandon chuckles. “You certainly are a horny minx, are not you? The gusset was still wet by the time I found them.”
Despite the unorthodox direction this conversation has taken, and the uncomfortable feeling I now have, my curiosity has won over my apprehension. “Alright, let us do this.” I feel my nipples tighten in anticipation, straining against my bra. “I cannot pretend that I am not excited by this.”
Brandon nods his head. “I am glad, so am I.” He smiles. “Now, obviously we cannot use the employee lounge, but almost everything else is fair.”
My breath catches in my throat. I almost forgot something important! “Maybe we should establish a safe word, first. Even though I said I wanted this, I do not know how far I am actually willing to go.” I think for a moment. “How does… pizza sound?”
Brandon grins and nods. “Sounds perfect.” He then gets up and walks behind me. “May I do the honours?”
Without seeing him behind me, I feel a mixture of nervousness and arousal. This is it; my high school crush and I are finally being intimate. And our first act together is going to be him blindfolding me with my underwear. What a world. I let out the softest “Yes.” My voice is raspy with arousal.
I feel my soft panties land on top of my head, as I breathe deeply in anticipation. Followed by Brandon’s hands as he tugs my briefs past my forehead.
I hear Brandon whispering in my ear. “These are cute panties, Amanda. Plain white briefs. They are almost too innocent for what we are doing.”
My deep breathing has now turned into short breathy gasps, as I feel myself drip into the panties I am currently wearing. Brandon is right, of course. But that makes this so exciting.
And finally, I cannot feel Brandon’s hands tugging my panties anymore. And I cannot see a thing now, either. Brandon brings the waistband of my panties just past my nose, stopping just above my mouth.
I inhale through my nose, to see if I can still breathe through my panties. And fortunately, I still can. And, also fortunately, Brandon was not lying when he said he washed them. There is a clear scent of fabric softener.
Brandon’s chuckle reminds me of where I am. “Well, do not you look sexy. Completely clothed, with a pair of your own panties covering your face.” I feel him softly grasp my hand, as my breath catches. “Can you stand up for me?” This is exactly what I wanted; him to take control of me. I get up.
I cannot see where Brandon is. Or anything is, for that matter. But I can feel his reassuring smile on me. “Good. Where do you want me to start? What part of your body is crying out for attention the most?” His calm voice asks me.
Inside of my head, I am screaming, “Everywhere! My boobs, armpit, pussy, etc. I do not care where! I just need to feel alive!” But what I actually say to him is, “Can you…” I raise my hand to my chest. “…start here? Take off my blouse for me?”
I can feel my nipples tighten in my bra in anticipation. Be patient, I mentally say to them.
A few seconds later, I feel Brandon’s hands on my blouse. I can feel him undoing the buttons; each one tantalizingly slow. My breath catches. I feel him open my blouse. And I hear him whisper to himself, “Oh, my God! Have they always been this big?”
I smirk. “Like what you see, do you? Let us just say that college was very good to me.” To make my point, I jokingly mime my boobs ballooning. “I am not the B cup girl you once knew.”
I hear Brandon laugh. “Sorry. I guess I said that out loud, didn’t I? And yes, they definitely look fuller than I remember.” A second later. “Anyway… would you mind raising your arms?”
I nod, while raising my arms as requested. And I feel my blouse sliding off my body, as the room suddenly feels chilly. That is not surprising, though; without my blouse on, I am only wearing my bra on top. My nipples feel like they are poking through the cups.
Brandon gives a wolf whistle. “I love your pretty bra. The black scalloped lace cups also give your boobs a great lift.”
His praise of my bra both excites and flatters me, causing me to respond to him in a hoarse voice, “Touch them through my bra.” I then bite my lip in anticipation, “Please… they… I need it.”
I feel Brandon’s warm hand on my right bra-clad breast. My breath hitches as I feel him tantalizingly glide his fingers across the cup. Oh, God! He’s right near my nipple. There’s no way he won’t notice they’re as hard as diamonds!
Brandon then places his other hand over to my left bra-clad breast. And gives my left breast the same treatment. I gasp, as I feel myself drip into my panties. I will not last much longer!
I hear Brandon chuckling, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your nipples are going to tear through your cups.”
After returning his chuckle, I respond impatiently with, “Can you… speed things up? My nipples aren’t the only sensitive part of me.” I grasp his right hand and firmly tell him. “Shove this down my panties. Right now! I swear I can drown a family of cats down there!”
I feel Brandon’s left hand frantically unzipping my skirt. He then yanks it down my legs like a man of a mission. And I feel his right hand burrowing down the waistband of my panties. Oh, hell yes!
I feel Brandon’s warm breath on my panty-covered crotch as he laughs. “You weren’t kidding, were you? You are soaking wet!” No shit, Sherlock!
Brandon’s fingers move down my crotch, inching closer to my pussy. Now we’re talking! I open my mouth and begin moaning my approval. Then suddenly, I feel Brandon’s finger graze my clit. And that does it.
“Holy shit!” I cry out in ecstasy. I feel my release, as though I’m cumming my brains out. And I feel myself tip over.
But not before I feel Brandon’s arms hold me to prevent me from completely falling over. While trying to catch my breath, I manage. “Thank you… I… needed that… so badly!” I giggle. “And thanks for… stopping me… from falling… to my… knees.”
I feel Brandon’s laugh vibrating through his body. “No problem! That was some orgasm, Amanda.” I grin sheepishly. And then collapse into Brandon’s arms.
After taking a few minutes to recover from my amazing cum, I smile. “Now, I owe you something, don’t I?” I giggle. “But first, I need to see.” And with a shit-eating grin, I say. “Take my underwear off my head, and I’ll give you a blowjob.”
For the next minute, I feel Brandon’s hands pulling my briefs off my head. And finally, I can see again! The first thing I see is Brandon’s smiling face.
He chuckles before giving me a smile. “You want to give me a blowjob, huh? Alright, then.” He hands me back my underwear, which I toss to my blouse and skirt on the floor. “I guess you’ll need to be on your knees for that. And me with my anaconda out.”
Brandon then unzips his pants. And reveals his erection pressing against his boxers. He gives me a sly grin, almost like he’s daring me to get into position.
I return his sly grin. And bend my legs, which isn’t easy because I’m still recovering. I then glance down and notice a substantial wet spot covering the crotch of my panties. Giggling, I say. “Damn! I knew I came, but I did not expect that much.” I settle on my knees, and wait for Brandon to finish undressing.
Brandon grabs his waistband and pulls it down, revealing his erect penis in all its glory.
I look into his face with an impressed face. “Holy! Is that from watching me?”
Brandon smiles and nods. “It is. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.” He laughs. “How could I not react?”
I smile, then turn my focus towards Brandon’s impressive length. I instantly feel my nipples tighten against my bra. After taking a deep breath, I open my mouth again to prepare for what I’m about to do. I then move forward and envelop the organ in front of me.
Holy shit! This guy needs a release ASAP, I think to myself. I suck Brandon’s penis. Above me, I hear Brandon moaning in ecstasy.
“Oh, God! That feels good. Don’t stop, Amanda! I will not last much longer.” He moans.
And Brandon isn’t kidding. I feel his penis lurch forward, and immediately his release hits the back of my throat. Not expecting such speed and power of his orgasm, not to mention the amount released, I cough as I struggle to keep up.
And finally, Brandon finishes. I pull my mouth off of him. And look up at Brandon’s face as he catches his breath.
I shoot him a sly grin. “You weren’t kidding! And you could’ve warned me about how much you had in the tank.” I lick my lips to emphasize my point.
Brandon laughs and gives me a smile. “But that would ruin the fun.” He brushes my cheek with his outstretched hand. “Well? Do you think we’ve cured your case of the hornies?”
I laugh at his phrasing, before I smile and nod. “Hell yes!”
