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hiked her skirt up
to her waist, not even bothering to tug her panties down. Her pussy was soaked,
had been soaked since he first sent that message to her, telling her what he
wanted her to do. And, in all honestly, they’d gotten even more wet during her
little disciplinary session with Oliver that afternoon.
    What was he
going to do with her panties, she wondered, fingers probing between her lips.
Her juices were sticky and thick. Would he lift them to his nose to smell her?
Try to taste her? Kelsey moaned softly, her nipples hardening under her blouse.
Was he going to touch himself with them?
    For that
matter—what had Oliver done with her stockings?
    Everyone
seemed fascinated with and focused on her wardrobe.
    She slid her
hand over her panties, rubbing the crotch deep between her slick pussy lips.
They were black, thankfully, little black bikini panties with a black cotton
inner crotch that soaked up her juices like a sponge. The same panties Oliver
had seen when she’d pulled up her skirt and pulled down her stockings, she
remembered, flushing with heat. She wedged them between her lips, moaning when
her fingers brushed her clit. It was swollen and aching for release.
    “I’m
touching myself for you,” she whispered, not sure who “you” was, not caring, spreading
the silky material tight over her clit with two fingers. She slid her other
hand down, using just her index fingernail, she began to scratch her itch.
Faster and faster over that little nub, back and forth, scratch scratch
scratch .
    She could
barely stay standing and leaned her forehead against the stall door, her breath
coming in hot, quick pants. Her finger was pressing now, rubbing her clit in
circles, her pussy pulsing, beginning to throb. Close. So close.
    “I’m gonna
come for you,” she moaned, hips bucking against the door, her whole hand
scissored between her legs, shoving her panties deep between her sopping pussy
lips. Her orgasm seared through her and she faded into the black for a moment
and nearly collapsed with the pleasure of it. She caught herself by leaning
into the corner, staring breathless and gasping up at the ceiling.
    When she
could manage it, she wiggled her panties down, carefully taking them off and
slipping her shoes back on without having to stand barefoot on the tile floor.
Without anything under her skirt now, she slipped out of the stall, dropping
her panties in the trash on the way out.
    The office
was quiet. Too quiet. But she knew he must be waiting, somewhere.
    Who? Who’s waiting?
    Back at her
desk, she grabbed her purse and went to shut her computer down. Instead, she
clicked the message program and opened it. Maybe he’d responded!
    No messages.
    She called
up his last message, needing to read it again. She sat for a moment, lost in
thought, her eyes skipping to the words panties and come for me ,
remembering her orgasm, feeling a thrilling rush of shame knowing she’d left
her underwear in the men’s bathroom trash for someone else to find. It made her
feel dirty. And excited. It was the same feeling she had this afternoon, taking
her stockings off at Oliver’s command.
    Smiling, Kelsey
turned off her computer and headed for the elevator, in quite a hurry now. She still
had to stop at Victoria’s Secret and buy a pair of fishnet stockings on the way
home from work.
    *
* * *
    When Oliver stepped off the
elevator, Kelsey looked up in surprise from her computer. She’d come in very
early to check, of course, but there had been no messages. Instead of going
straight into his office, Oliver approached her desk.
    “Good morning, Oliver.” She
smiled, crossing her legs under the desk, feeling incredible heat between her
thighs. The anticipation and excitement of DUX217’s message about her abandoned
panties had her practically panting with lust.
    “Can you tell me why I had
fifty copies of the Lockheed numbers given to me during our meeting yesterday?”
he asked quietly, putting his briefcase on her desk