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I had found a way to make time at the office much less dull. I’d gone through various battery packs, and that day was absolutely no exception. Wearing a little vibrator under my clothes was easy, I had even gotten better at controlling my facial expression. It was amazing to me how good I had gotten at having an orgasm in public. To be fair, most of the time I didn’t speak to anyone, it just happened while I was typing away on my keyboard. The schedule for the day wasn’t as slow as normal, so the toy inside of me was settled at an off position while I made copies and answered the telephone. Come time for lunch, however, everyone was leaving as they normally did. I waved a few coworkers goodbye as they went out to get lunch with a friend or have a meeting over sushi. My lunch hour would come a bit later when there would be someone else around to answer the phones. The people in charge didn’t take kindly to shutting the line off and letting everything go to voicemail. To be fair, I wasn’t a massive fan of having to receive those messages after I got back and returning the calls one by one. I had the toy on inside of me for all of ten minutes when the bell over the door chimed. I hated that sound, mainly because I couldn’t get it out of my head. I let my blue eyes drift up to the person at the door and immediately recognized him. He was familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint how I knew him. He was tall, but it didn’t take much to be taller than my 5’3″ frame. His hair was cut nicely, slicked a bit to one side and shorter on the sides of his head. He had hazel eyes that I swear istanbul travesti could have pierced through my soul if he wanted to. His full lips looked enticing and I wondered if this man had ever heard no from a woman. Or man, if that was his preference. “Can I help you sir?” I asked with a kind smile on my face. Most of the partners were out of the office for lunch so I knew there weren’t any appointments. Not yet, anyway. The next one was in about forty-five minutes. “I think you can, miss…?” He trailed off, obviously looking for a name. His eyes scanned me and I suddenly felt like he knew exactly what I was up to, even though I couldn’t even hear the buzzing in my panties. “Oh, just Liz. Liz is fine,” I replied with a gentle smile, crossing my legs as if to dull the noise that wasn’t obvious anyway. “What can I do for you?” I asked politely with a slight tilt of my head, light brunette hair falling into my eyes. I normally kept it up for work, feeling that it looked somewhat more professional. Today it was down, falling in soft curls to the middle of my back. “I have an appointment,” he said quietly. “I’m here to see Mr. Reynolds. I’m Victor Carter,” he said quietly, tapping a pen against the top of my desk. The name immediately rang in my mind and I swallowed hard, looking at my computer screen with the schedule pulled up. I remembered how I knew the man. He’d nearly caught me having an orgasm at my desk while I was at work. “Ah, Mr. Carter. Mr. Reynolds is out for lunch right now. Your appointment isn’t for another forty minutes. istanbul travesti You are more than welcome to have a seat or there’s a little deli next door?” I offered, smiling apologetically. Mr. Reynolds had set the appointment up himself once I gave him the card, so I knew this wasn’t my mistake. “Oh no, I can just wait,” the man responded, taking a seat in one of the plush arm chairs that were in the lobby of our office. “If you’re sure. Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?” I knew it was the middle of the afternoon but it seemed polite to ask. “That would actually be great, Liz. Thank you,” he said with a smile as he watched me stand up. I wasn’t dressed any different than normal. A pair of black heels, stockings that were attached to a garter belt that was hidden under the steel gray pencil skirt I had on. A white blouse completed my outfit, buttoned up somewhat modestly. I showed off my curves but not to an excess. There was no need to start getting complaints for breaking the dress code. “How would you like it?” “One cream and two sugars, if you don’t mind,” he replied as he watched me walk into the room behind my desk. It was just the staff room, vacant for the time being as people were at work. I often kept the door closed so that people could have conversations in there if they wanted, but it was where we kept the coffee machine.”Coming right up!” I called from the room, smiling to myself.”That’s so kind of you.” His voice sounded much closer than I anticipated and I looked back to the door to see him resting in the istanbul travesti doorway with his arms crossed and a calm smile on his face. It didn’t feel threatening by any means, but he did look like he knew something he shouldn’t. It made me a little bit nervous. “You alright, Liz?” He questioned with a smile on his face. Everything about this man read approachable, I wasn’t threatened in the least by his sudden closeness but I could feel my cheeks tinting a dangerous shade of red. “I’m just fine, thank you,” I said as calmly as possible. “Do you ever just get bored, at the office?” He asked, taking a step forward and standing next to me as I mixed the sugar and cream into his coffee with a spoon. The sound of it gently tapping the sides of the mug was probably quieter than the thudding I felt in my chest. “Sometimes, Sir,” I replied with a gentle smile, holding up the coffee to him. He took it with a kind nod and gently sipped from it. He looked contemplative for a while before he placed the mug down, causing me to swallow hard. The buzzing in my panties was amplified and my heart was beating quickly. I was soaked, his proximity and the smell of his aftershave set my nostrils ablaze. I was wondering briefly if he could smell my sex. My slit had leaked juices down my thighs and I was thankful for the length of my skirt. It at least hid the dampness that was collecting on my stockings. “I wonder what people get up to when they are bored and think they are alone,” he said simply, causing me to blink faster than I had anticipated. “Oh, many things I’d imagine,” I said offhandedly, in an attempt to be dismissive to what he was saying. “Do you think many women wear vibrators under their clothes to work?” he asked, and I was thankful for not having any liquid in my mouth because I would have likely spat it out all over him. I looked absolutely dumbfounded.
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