The Seduction of Sarah Part 1 By: Georgepat         Copyright: 2006 by Georgepat I sat quietly at my desk looking through the glass partition at my pretty co-worker, Sarah. She had been the object of my attention ever since I had accidentally seen her do something a week ago that had left me with my mouth hanging open and shaking my head in disbelief. Sarah was probably in her early forties with blond hair, blue eyes and a figure that can be described as quite respectable. She always dressed in such a way as to show off her curves to their best advantage and seemed to have an affinity for wearing denim skirts with tight and sometimes-layered sweaters, her breasts prominently displayed for all to view. I had noticed that she received e-mails with a much greater frequency than any of the other employees and often made it a point to be away from my desk and standing near hers at an out of the way file cabinet when she would open her Yahoo mail account. I couldn’t actually read any of the e-mails as she opened them because I was too far away but I could tell that for the most part, whoever had sent them usually wrote several lengthy paragraphs and signed their name at the bottom with a single, bold faced capital G. It wasn’t that she received so many e-mails during the day that caught my main attention; it was her demeanor after reading many of them that caused my radar to lock onto her. I watched her that day as the mornings first e-mail arrived. She cast a hurried glance around the office and then leaned towards her monitor and opened the mail. As she read the first paragraph, I saw a rosy flush begin to creep up her throat and onto her cheeks and by the time she had finished reading all three paragraphs, she was squirming in her chair with one of her hands in her lap. She typed a short reply and hit send, then leaned against the back of her chair and exhaled softly. I returned to my office and acted as if I was busy but in reality was watching her out of the corner of my eye. I need not have bothered being careful because as soon as the next mail alert arrived she shot upright in her chair, quickly opened it and within a matter of seconds was totally engrossed in the words on the monitor in front of her. I watched as she would smile and nod her head as she read, fidgeting about in her seat, slowly opening and closing her legs to a rhythm that only she could hear and her tongue would dart out and lick her lips, then slip quickly back into her mouth. By the time she had finished reading, her hand once again was in her lap and from the angle my view of her afforded me, saw that she was gently pressing downwards against her crotch through her denim skirt. It became obvious to me at this point that whatever she was reading was of a sexual nature and I felt that I just had to know what it was and who this mysterious G was. I knew her husband from the various parties that the company would throw for us as moral builders and he seemed a decent sort. Although we had never talked much at these gatherings, I doubted that he would be sending her e-mails of a nature that would cause her to place her career in jeopardy were she to be caught by one of the higher ups in the company. The next e-mail arrived several minutes later and upon opening it, she returned to the words on the screen. She became so focused on the words in front of her that she forgot about me in my office not fifteen feet from her and began to repeat her squirming and touching routine. It was as if she were at home and in the privacy of her bedroom so oblivious she was to her surroundings and it was then that she crossed the boundary of office etiquette and did something beyond belief. As I watched, she raised her ass off of the chair a few inches and her right hand snaked inside her skirt for a moment and tugged at something. She repeated the movement with her left hand and then got off the chair and onto her knees like she was trying to reach something under her desk. I saw her hand reach beneath her skirt and a small flash of white appear around her knees and as she sat back on her chair it dropped to her ankles and was quickly kicked off her feet to lay on the floor under her desk. Her panties! She had removed her panties at her desk for some reason. ‘What on earth could that have been about?’ I wondered. I had to know what was in the e-mails from G that had caused her to lose all inhibitions and act in such a reckless manner right in front of me. A quick flurry of activity in the hallway between our offices brought me back to my senses and just as I returned to my work saw her lean over and snatch the panties off the floor and stuff them into her purse. Acting like I was hard at work I reviewed the incident over and over in my head and then on impulse I picked up the phone and called our I.T. department and asked them to send a technician to my office as soon as they could spare one. For the next fifteen minutes I actually accomplished a small amount of real work and had become completely absorbed in a client’s soil analysis for the landscaping project he had hired us to do at his home. “You called for a tech?” I heard a shaky voice ask. I looked up from the papers scattered across my desk to see a tall, thin, young man dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt, his dark hair worn very long and tied back in a ponytail. He was carrying an old, brown briefcase that bulged out at the sides and had probably seen better days. In his free hand he had a cell phone that as soon as he walked in the door and closed it behind him, tucked it into his back pocket. “What can I do for you?” He asked politely. I recognized him immediately. It was the office geek; a guy that had the distinction of being called the ‘computer fixer guy,’ but he was very good at what he had been hired to do and though odd, could perform magic on any computer in our network. There were rumors that had floated throughout the office since he had been hired that he could find out anything about anyone in the system if he wanted to and that’s exactly what I wanted him to do for me. I just had to figure out a way to finesse him into helping me in my quest without being too obvious about my intentions and stroke his ego at the same time. “I need a little help,” I admitted smiling broadly, “and I understand you’re just the guy to help me.” He walked to the front of my desk, put his briefcase down and took a seat in one the leather chairs that adorned my office, crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head. “Let me guess,” he said, “you’ve been somewhere you shouldn’t have been and now have a virus to show for it. Right?” “No. Not at all.” I sputtered. “Well then, what’s the problem? Why do you need me?” “It’s kind of personal, if you know what I mean,” I said, “and probably way beyond company policy.” “Ok, you’ve got my complete attention. Tell me what you want.” “I want you to turn around and glance at the woman sitting behind you in the next office.” “Yeah,” he said, turning quickly and then fastening his eyes back on mine, “It’s Sarah. So what?” “Is there anyway for you to fix it where I can see everything she receives? Even e-mails?” “That’s kinda nosey don’t ya think?” “Be that as it may, can you do it or not? You’re supposed to be so good at this shit.” “Don’t get your panties all in a bunch dude. Sure, I can do it, but why would I want to?” I sighed, reached into my back pocket and removed my wallet. Extracting two bills, I tossed them on the desk in front of his face. “Recognize that man?” I asked. “Sure I do.” He said picking up the bills, “Ben’s a good friend of mine, a very good friend. But for what you want, it’s gonna take two more of him to make it happen.” Without missing a beat, I pulled two more bills from my wallet and tossed them to him. “Is that enough?” “Yep, that will do fine.” He said, as he folded the four bills and slipped them into his shirt pocket, ran his hands through his hair and then leaned forward and placed his forearms on the desk. “When Sarah leaves work this afternoon, I’ll pay a little visit to her computer and install a program that will allow you to access everything she does on line. Web sites she might visit, e-mails she sends or receives, everything dude. By tomorrow morning you’re gonna be in a position to know everything you want to know about her.” “Excellent,” I said, “and this little transaction stays between us, right?” “My lips are sealed dude.” He said, as he got up and walked to the door and then turned to face me, “you’re gonna be a virtual voyeur and she’ll never have a clue you’re there.” Quitting time finally arrived and I gathered my papers and charts, stuffed them into my briefcase and walked out my office door, almost running into Sarah in the process. “Sorry about that Sarah, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” “That’s ok Brian, I wasn’t either. I’m heading to my oldest son’s soccer game and don’t want to be late. See you tomorrow.” I watched her as she walked away from me, her ass swinging from side to side so provocatively that I felt a smile form on my lips and my cock tingle. “Soon Sarah, very soon,” I thought, “and I’ll know all of your secrets.” The next day dawned bright and sunny and there was an extra bounce in my step as I opened the office door and took my place behind my desk. I glanced over to Sarah’s cube but she hadn’t arrived as of yet, so I removed the papers I’d need today and lay them on the desk in front of me, fired up my computer and waited as it went through all of it’s moans and groans before it was ready to use. I was sure that the computer fixer guy had done as he had promised because I noticed a small happy face stuck to the on button of my monitor. I heard movement out in the hallway and looking up, saw that Sarah had arrived and was setting out her work materials on her desk. I watched as she sat down and reached beside her desk and turned on her computer and then glancing at me, smiled and started her work. Thirty minutes had passed and I saw nothing unusual happening from her computer so I busied myself once again. Without warning, a small message popped up in the lower right corner that said ‘you have mail’. I looked up to see her grab her mouse and click on the screen. There it was! I was seeing her email just as she was. I was elated because now I would be able to get to the bottom of this and maybe be able to use this new information about her to my advantage. The first e-mail started out innocently enough, with someone asking how her weekend went and hoped that she had a little fun at home. At the end of the message I saw what I had been looking for, the single capital letter G. I watched as she replied to his message with an explanation of how she had finally managed to get a little loving from her husband but that she was still horny and wondered if G would like to play today? She hit the send button and leaned against the back of her chair, smiling. It wasn’t but a very few minutes that the message thing popped up again and she opened the next email from G. This time though, it wasn’t so innocent as before. He started right off by asking the color of her panties she was wearing today and did she have a skirt on. He went on to ask if she was in the mood for a small story and to see if he could make her panties wet from reading it. Evidently this was something that they had done before because without waiting for an answer, he started his tale. ********** G wrote: “As I have mentioned to you before, my wife had gone to Germany with her father on business and I was home alone. This was in the days before I had a computer and I was just sitting around watching a little TV and sipping on a beer. I heard a truck in the driveway and got up to see who had come over. I flipped on the porch light and recognized our friends, Bobby and Linda from up the road apiece. They were already three sheets in the wind and Linda was carrying a quart jar of ‘shine in her hand. After exchanging a few pleasantries and giving Linda a hug, I invited them inside. We went into the dining room and sat at the table, talking and laughing at the antics of the people we knew that Bobby was relating to us. Linda had taken a large sip of the ‘shine and handed it to Bobby to take a drink. He passed the jar to me but I told them that I’d better stick with the beer for now and opened another one to stress the point. Our conversation went on and all the while, they were passing the jar back and forth between them. Bobby’s speech had become slurred and every once in a while he would burst out in a maniacal laugh, which of course, made Linda, and I laugh too. Out of the blue, Linda told Bobby that she wanted to sit on his lap. He grinned and pushed his chair away from the table, slapped his thighs and told her to plant her fat ass right there. She was wearing a black mini skirt with no stockings and when she threw her leg across his lap, exposed her cunt to me. It was as naked as the day she was born and the first time I had ever seen a shaved pussy up close.” ********** ‘Man, this guy doesn’t waste any time.’ I thought, as I glanced at Sarah and saw that she was staring intently at her screen and with a rosy flush beginning to creep up her face. ‘I wonder if this guy is just making this shit up or if it really happened?’ I looked back down at the monitor and continued to read her e-mail. ********** “She asked me to move my chair closer and sit by them, which I gladly did. From my vantage point, I was able to look directly between Linda’s legs and at her now spread pussy straddling his lap. She kissed Bobby sloppily with an open mouth and I could see her tongue snake in and out as she licked his face and lips. She handed me the jar of ‘shine once again and told me to take a drink with her. I really didn’t want to but I did anyway; pussy has that effect on me it seems. Time passed as quickly as the jar of ‘shine did and it wasn’t too much longer that Bobby was beginning to nod off. She shook his shoulders and asked him if he minded if she kissed me. He told her that he didn’t care and that she could even fuck me if she wanted and then broke out in peals of laughter. Linda leaned over and planted a big one on me, her tongue entering my mouth quickly and then withdrawing. I was surprised to say the least but had made it a habit to never refuse a woman what she wants, especially if there might be something in it for me. We made out for a while, her still straddling his lap and me sitting beside them in my chair, and quickly learning the contours of each other’s mouths when she broke a kiss and asked me if I was hard. I took her hand and pressed it firmly against my crotch where there was no mistaking the bulge hidden beneath my denim jeans. Fair is fair and I asked her if she was wet. She took my hand and placed it between her legs, slowly moving it up and down her slit. I had never felt another woman’s pussy that was as wet as hers was that night. My forefinger slipped inside her cunt without any resistance and she moaned her approval as I started to finger fuck her on his lap. I glanced at Bobby and saw that he was watching us closely with a huge smile on his face and a line of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He was fried! Linda patted him on top of his head, kissed him on the lips and got off his lap. She turned backwards to me and slowly worked her way up my legs until she was nestled against my belly and sitting directly on top of my hard cock. She leaned back against my chest, pulled her short skirt up over her hips and spread her legs as wide as she could. She took my hand and placed it on her wet cunt, pressing my hand hard against her hot, wet core.” “What about it Sarah,” the writer asked. “Anything happening at your end yet? Want to hear more of the story?” G ********** I looked up again and saw that Sarah was doing her squirming in her chair thing again but this time she wasn’t alone. I had sprouted a hard-on from reading his tale and beginning to see what she saw in these mails. My hand was in my lap and my thumb was rubbing across the head of my cock making it grow thicker by the second. I watched as she typed her short reply. “I’m gonna have to wring these panties out…they’re soaking wet!…more, please.” She hit send and her message disappeared into the net and to the unknown man called G. Ten long minutes later, another e-mail arrived and I eagerly watched my screen as she opened it on hers to read. “She was so wet that I was able to put two and then three fingers inside her hungry hole and begin to finger her. She was rocking her cunt back and forth across my painfully swollen cock until she stood up briefly and asked me to take out my cock. I did as she requested and at the same time, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans and slid them down to the tops of my boots. I held my cock upright in my hand and Linda lightly slapped it away, grasped it with her own hand and rubbed it up and down her slit once and then sat down so hard on my cock that I swear I could feel her puckered asshole against my pubic bone as she ground her cunt against me. She moaned deep in her throat and sat still for a moment, my cock buried deep inside her pussy when she turned her head and kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear that my cock was larger than Bobby’s. She eased her ass forward and leaning over, starting to move her ass in small, short, circular motions, never lifting her ass more than an inch or so from my cock. I looked at Bobby again and he still had that stupid, insipid grin plastered across his face. To say that she was wet is, looking back, perhaps an understatement because I could feel her juices flowing from her cunt and soaking my pubic hair. She leaned further forward, put her hands on my knees and started to slam her cunt up and down on my hard cock. Every time she lifted her ass, I could feel her cunt muscles grip my shaft and oh my God, it felt so wonderful. She threw herself back against my chest, kissed my cheek and quickly ran her wet tongue down my neck, my cock still impaled deep in her cunt and asked me to frig her clit as I fucked her.   At the first touch of my finger against her swollen clit, she shuddered and a deep, primal groan issued from her throat. Her cunt gripped my cock harder and harder and my breath was momentarily taken away by the intensity of the moment. I gently pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger and she started to actually convulse on my lap and almost went totally limp, sighed and lay back against me. After a few moments, she regained her composure and asked if we could lie down on the couch. I looked at Bobby with his head hanging as only someone in the grips of alcohol could accomplish and nodded my head in agreement. She stood up abruptly and my still hard cock slipped out of her cunt followed by a flood of her cream cascading down my legs and then onto the floor. I stood up on very shaky legs, pulled my jeans up enough to manage the short walk to the living room couch. She took off her top, her small breasts now free and unrestrained, slid her small skirt down her legs and kicked it off with her foot. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel off of the guest rack and quickly returned to her, folding it in half and sliding it beneath her ass. I didn’t want to have to explain to my wife when she returned, why there was a sticky spot where she normally sat. I finished taking my clothes off, my cock bouncing up and down, and swinging to the right and left as I did so. I lay down beside her and kissed her deeply, our tongues fighting the age-old battle of supremacy while my hands were fondling her tits and pinching her small nipples between my fingers. She moaned again and arched her hips at my groin, grabbed me by the back of my head and whispered into my ear. Do you like to eat pussy?” “How about now Sarah,” the mysterious writer asked. “Is your pussy wet? Are your juices leaking all over your chair? Have you touched yourself yet? Have you slid a finger into your wet cunt and frigged yourself off as you read my story? Tell me Sarah, inquiring minds want to know…Mine.” G ***** I leaned back into my chair and looked over at Sarah. Her face was as red as a beet and I could see that she was visibly reacting to what she had read. Her hand was in her lap and she did nothing to try and disguise what she was doing. Her back was arched and her breasts stretched the fabric of her blouse to the point where I could see her pert nipples peeking out against the taunt material. ‘This guy is fucking good.’ I thought glancing down to see my own tented arch in the middle of my pants. I wanted so badly to unzip my pants and relieve the feelings I had from both watching Sarah and from what I had just read that I completely missed her short reply to G. After typing her response to his message, she gathered her purse, stood up and adjusted her skirt, smoothed her hair with a quick flick of her hand and then walked out of her office at a very determined pace to take a lunch break. One agonizing hour later she returned to her space and quickly took a seat in her chair, called up Yahoo mail and checked her messages. There was nothing from G so she clicked on compose and began to type. “I work in an industrial area and there is a parking lot behind one of the old warehouses that is not often used and sometimes, I manage to slip away to be by myself. Not many people know about this lot so I feel completely comfortable there, to just be by myself with no complications from the outside world. I had to go there today! Your story got me so worked up that I had to do something about it and I just had to get off. I leaned the seat back in my car and pulled my skirt up to the tops of my thighs. You remember that my panties were removed a short while ago, so there were no restrictions for me to touch myself. I slid my right hand down between my legs and my fingertips touched the curls of pubic hair that surrounded my pussy. I caressed myself thinking of you getting ready to fuck Linda and how hard your cock must have been. Oh God, I wish I could have been there. My hand traveled further and covered my entire vulva, oh God, it felt so good touching myself and I so needed this release. I applied pressure with my hand and my middle finger slid easily into my moist slit. I moved my hand up and down over my moist lips and quickened my pace, all the while thinking of you fucking her, sucking on her hard nipples and using your tongue to bring her to the brink of orgasm. I wished that it could be my legs that you were spreading apart, my cunt that you slowly blew your warm breath against as you pulled the petals of my womanhood open and plunged your tongue into my deep, hot core. My fingers rubbed hard at the small nub of tissue that at that moment ruled my body completely. I felt my hips lift off the seat of my car as I imagined your cock, swollen and ready to pierce the strongest steel, nestle itself comfortably in my inviting slit and slowly, unerringly, fill my body with your hardness. A sudden flurry of waves grips me in my womb as my fingers stimulate my most private area. I hold my breath for a second and then inhale a quick breath. ‘Ahhh,’ I hear myself groan, as I pass the point of no return and my body surrenders itself to the magic I have preformed with my own fingers. My fingers, so busy a few moments ago, and now soaking wet with my own fluids, slowly reduce the pressure on my clit as another, smaller wave rolls across my body and then stop completely. I catch my breath as the last tingles of lust fade from my pussy and I pick up a moist towelette left over from a visit to KFC and gently wipe my juices off my fingers and from between my legs, pull down my skirt, raise the seat and drive away to return to work.” ***** Had she looked in my direction at that moment, she would have seen me with my mouth hanging open, eyes glazed from lust and quick, robust movements beneath my desk as I stroked my cock until it spit it’s load into the hanky I had provided. These two were good! They could write a story that held your attention until the explosive climax and beyond! I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time and was beginning to see what they were doing with each other with the exchange of their daily e-mails. They were both writers of erotica and were bouncing ideas off one another, testing to see if their words had the desired effect on the future reader. The lustful fog in my mind cleared slightly and in a sudden blaze of insight, I saw my chance to finally confront Sarah with my ill gained knowledge of her activities and perhaps lure her to my bed. It was a long shot to be sure, but if I worked it just right, didn’t rush things and had all the information at my fingertips when I confronted her, she would have no choice but to allow me to have my way with her. With that thought in mind, I turned back to the monitor and waited for another e-mail to arrive from G and started to formulate my plan for what would prove to be her eventual seduction and another conquest for myself. I couldn’t have wiped the broad smile off my face at that moment if I had tried because I was thinking of Sarah, naked and at my beck and call whenever I wanted her; and she couldn’t say no! For the next two days I watched my monitor carefully but the only e-mails from G to Sarah were of an iniquitous nature and had nothing to do with sex. She would dutifully answer each one with her opinion and comments about his questions to her. It was obvious that these two were friend’s first and cyber partners last and I was, for some perverse reason, jealous of their relationship. It was very plain that they never met and from what I discerned, never would. They both had families that they cared for immensely but enjoyed these small, exciting and up until now, private escapes into the world of erotica that they both wove so well. The next day however, proved that I was on the right path with my thoughts about the two of them. The first e-mail arrived from G shortly after she sat down at her desk to start the day and I eagerly looked on as she opened it and read it’s contents. ***** “My Dear Sarah, As per your request to see if I could make this otherwise drab, winter’s day more bearable to you and perhaps moisten your panties a little, I have come up with the following short ditty… Please remember that I hate to write in the first person, but for you, here goes…Enjoy Babe. As I gently raise your leg, my tongue flicks across your smooth skin and I take in your scent. I slowly work my way up your leg, kissing here and a lick or two there working towards the junction of your thighs. On the inside of your open legs, just above your knee, I am careful to caress the side and back until I feel a slight tremor course through your naked body. My tongue traces a damp path up your leg until I feel my nose touch the warm wetness at your center. I inhale deeply and commit this scent of you to my memory forever. I lick slowly up your wet slit until I encounter your fleshy lips and draw each of them into my mouth, over and over, and all the while I’m gently biting, tugging and tonguing them.   I see and then feel, your wetness increase and hear your breath quiver at each lick of my hot tongue. I find your clit and flick the tip of my tongue across it and then suck it into my mouth. Your thighs quiver excitably and your hips pulse against my face as I pay homage to your cunt. I feel you place your hands on the back of my head and pull me closer to your hot, wet pussy, urging me silently, yet urgently to continue my caressing of your entire existence at this moment. I feel you shudder beneath me as I continue to lick and suck at your core. I hear your sighs and deep, gentle moans as I slide two of my fingers deep inside your pussy and slowly but surely begin to finger fuck you. You’re juices are spilling out of your cunt as I have my way with you with my fingers and I lose none of it as I savor and swallow your essence. I glance up at you from my position between your legs and see the look of utter pleasure across your face. You return my glance and smile, then purse your lips in a gentle kiss that I accept with pleasure.” “More Sarah?” ***** He had done it again and this time, at long last, it was going to work for me too. I looked towards Sarah and saw that she was flushed and flustered and had her hands at her breasts, her thumb’s rubbing absentmindedly back and forth across her swollen nipple’s. I saw her reach out to her keyboard; hesitate for a second and then type. ***** “Ahhh yeah G, this is a very good one. Could that woman be me? I really like what you’re doing with this. Please, keep going. I feel a little damp… Hmmm, I’m gonna hafta read through it again and again until I get it right. Go on Hun, tell me the rest. ***** G wrote: “Yes Sarah, of course it’s you. You open your legs as wide as you can and then draw your knees up to your chest and raise your ass allowing me more access to your cunt. I pull your lips apart and lick slowly up and down your wet slit and then watch in wonder as more and more of your sweet nectar seeps from your desire and onto my waiting tongue. My tongue finds the entrance to your hot core and buries itself inside. Twisting, turning and delving deeper than I thought possible, I feel your cunt grip my tongue and squeeze, forcing me to press my face tighter to your body. My fingers find your swollen clit and I begin to stroke it lightly, teasing the hood it hides under and beg it to come out and play. I hear your breaths coming quicker and watch your stomach rise and fall to the stroke of my tongue in your cunt. My hand slides down my body and encompasses my cock, so swollen and hard. I stroke it gently pulling the foreskin up above the tip and then back down again. My legs tighten, my muscles taunt as cables on a bridge as the feeling washes over me. ‘Touch me Sarah,’ I beg silently, as my tongue continues to makes love to your pussy, ‘touch my cock.’ I remove my tongue from your wet, hot hole and suck you’re clit deep into my mouth and watch as you’re first orgasm overcomes you. I hear you moan deep in your throat and let yourself be carried away by the feeling I have given you and your hands grip my head and you urge me to finish the act. I get on my knees between your wide-open legs and slowly run my cock up and down your wet slit and then slip into your heat inch by inch until I feel your pubic bone against my body. I look into your eyes and see contentment as I start to withdraw from your cunt, almost to the tip and then plunge deep into you again. Your hips thrust against me at each stroke and your ankles lock together behind my back pulling me closer to you. I hear your wanton words urging me to fuck you harder and to ram my hot cock deeper into your cunt. Your neck and chest have developed a rosy flush and I feel the increased heat around my pounding cock. I am but moments away from cumming; from spewing my hot seed deep inside your cunt. I lean over and grasp a swollen nipple in my mouth, my tongue lapping against its tautness as I feel you start to cum. Your cunt clasps my cock tightly and your hips buck against mine as my first hot spurt of cum coats the inside of your pussy. Again and again cum flows from me and into your hungry cunt, your heels are pounding against my ass as you arch your pelvis hard against my hips seeking to drain my cock dry. ***** Hope you enjoyed this little ditty Sarah and that it brightened your day. G ********** I had been watching Sarah intently for the last five minutes as she read the e-mail from G. She had rocked back and forth in her chair, her pink tongue frequently licking her lips and her hands straying often to her lap to press quickly against her crotch. I had been affected also; my cock was hard and painfully pressed against the zipper of my jeans both from G’s story and watching Sarah as she read it. She took a deep breath and pulled her chair forward, placed her hands on the keyboard and typed. ***** ‘There is a familiar tension and dampness between my legs. I rocked back and forth on my chair as I read your ‘ditty’. I’m headed for the ladies room as soon as I send this. Gotta take care of something…something wet and slippery…’ S ********** I watched her as she leaned over and retrieved her purse from beside her desk, stood up and arranged her skirt and then walked out of her door and turned towards the restrooms down the hall. What was she going to do in there, besides the obvious of course? There was no way that I could pull off a stunt like following her and seeing what she did in the privacy of the woman’s room so I quickly put it out of my mind and waited for her to return. I was, at this point, sure that she would e-mail G and tell him everything that happened. They thrived on those details and felt sure that she wouldn’t disappoint him now. Ten minutes later she returned and again took her seat. She looked refreshed and had that glow about her that suggested that something had happened in the bathroom but I didn’t know what. She pulled the keyboard out of it’s recessed space and ran her fingers around the soft edges, leaned back slightly, took a breath and began to type a message to G. ***** ‘I opened the door to the ladies room and quickly scanned the floor under the stalls. There was no one else in there. I walked into the handicapped stall and closed the door behind me. My feet would not be visible here so I felt comfortable as I slid my skirt down my legs and kicked my shoes off. I folded my skirt and hung it on one of the railings and then slid my wet panties off and kicked them to the side. I sat on the closed seat of the toilet and reached between my legs to see just how much I had enjoyed your story…I liked it a lot! I was quite wet and my fingers slid easily over my labia. I moved my middle and index fingers up and down my cunt. Ohhhh, it felt so damn nice. I moved my hand upward slightly and put a little pressure on my clit. My hand movements expanded to touch my labia and then my clit and back again and again. The fact that I was sitting in my company restroom, nude from the waist down and my hand frigging myself in a handicapped stall after reading a story that had set my senses on fire was almost too much to endure. I slipped my middle finger slowly into my slit, just a little, the juice seeping past my finger and running down my ass cheek. Oh my God, it felt so good to touch myself. The outer bathroom door opened and I had to stop. I quickly regained my composure, slipped my skirt back on and hastily slipped my feet into my shoes, grabbed my wet panties off the floor and stuffed them into my purse, just as the door on the next stall opened and then closed with a sharp, metallic clang. I left the stall and washed my hands. I had no idea of who came in and they had no idea of who was there or what I had been attempting to do. It was just so fucking exciting G! Mere words alone can’t describe it; the feeling of almost being caught with my hand touching myself almost blew me away.’ S ***** It was then, in a blinding split second of clarity, that I realized that my plan to seduce Sarah would work and I spent the next two days finalizing the details until everything was honed to a razors edge and I knew that I could not go wrong. I was ready. ***** The next day I waited patiently until Sarah had arrived at her workstation, signed in and pulled her keyboard towards her. Her fingers flew rapidly across the keys as she accessed the net and signed in to her Yahoo mail account waiting to see what G had sent her. She was disappointed because there was nothing there. I had erased everything he had sent the night before after I had read it and replaced it with an e-mail of my own. I watched carefully as she studied the screen in front of her and then clicked her mouse to open the only mail that she had. I saw her eyes widen in dismay as she read my message and then she stopped reading and looked around the office with fear in her eyes. I tried to remain nonchalant as I studied her out of the corner of my eye but because of the position I now felt that I controlled, when she looked at me I smiled and gave her a little wave of my hand and a knowing nod of my head. It was time to put my plan into action and I wasted not one second before I hit the speaker button on the intercom and asked her to come into my office. I saw her gather her pad and she smoothed her denim skirt as she got up from her chair and then walked across the hall and into my office. “Good Morning Brian, you wanted to see me?” “Yes Sarah, I do.” I said in the best boss’s voice I could muster and looked her straight in the eye, “It’s come to my attention that you’re receiving and sending inappropriate e-mails from our place of business. Is that true?” “I don’t know what your talking about Brian. Who told you that?” “Do you see an idiot sitting in front of you Sarah?” I asked rhetorically, “I’ve watched you closely for the last few weeks and I know what your doing. I know everything that you’re doing and I’m very disappointed in you. I thought you were above all that but I guess I was wrong.” “I don’t understand Brian, what are you talking about?” “Who is G, Sarah and why is he so important to you? Is he worth your job?” Her continued denials began to irritate me and I let my displeasure show. I was playing her like a puppet hung from a string and I couldn’t wait until I pulled the right one that would open her legs to me. “He’s a friend Brian, an Internet friend and that’s all he is.” “Really?” I asked and leaned back into my chair, clasping my hands behind my head, “a friend?” “Yes, just a friend and that’s all.” “So, what color are they today Sarah?” “I beg your pardon.” “Your panties Sarah, what color are your panties today?” She stood there looking at me, her eyes wide and her lips turned in a half scowl, glanced behind her at the doorway and closed the door to the office with a soft snick. “I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation for the office Brian, and could lead to sexual harassment charges against you.” She said with venom injected into her voice. “I don’t think they’ll be any charges of any kind brought up Sarah, least of all by you.” I said, as I handed her a stack of papers that I had printed this morning from some of the e-mails between her and G. As she read quickly through page after page her face became flushed and I watched as a single tear ran down her cheek. Tossing the papers down on my desk she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. “White.” She whispered softly, “I’m wearing a white satin thong Brian, with a matching white, demi push-up bra. Are you satisfied now?” “Satisfied? No, not by a long shot Sarah.” I replied with a half smile on my face and motioned for her to sit in the high backed chair in front of my desk. “I want you to show me your panties Sarah. Pull your skirt slowly up your legs and let me see them.” “Are you crazy?” She hissed. “Show me Sarah!” I said, as I picked up the stack of e-mails and neatened the edges against the top of the desk. “We wouldn’t want these falling into the wrong hands, would we?” “You bastard!” She spit, “You’d do that to me?” “Do what Sarah?” “You’d blackmail me over this?” “Call it what you like Sarah, but yes, I guess I would. Now, show me your panties.” “But what if someone sees me?” “Look Sarah, it didn’t bother you to touch yourself between your legs and rub your breasts at your desk or to go into the bathroom while you are at work and masturbate, so why should my request bother you?” “You saw me touch myself?”  She moaned and covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God.” Looking at her and seeing the total embarrassment and humiliation on her face, I was sorely tempted to call a halt to my plans but I had already stepped too far across the line. I saw this as a battle of wills. Hers against mine and since I held all the high cards at the moment, I knew that if I won this hand she would do whatever I wanted, anytime I asked. “Show them to me Sarah, I’m tiring of having to ask you. Pull your skirt up, spread your legs and show them to me.” “I can’t Brian, I just can’t do what you ask,” she pleaded, “please try and understand…I… I have a family, a husband that loves me. Oh God, please don’t make me do this.” I picked up the stack of e-mails and slipped them into an inter-office folder and wrote the name of the CEO of our company on the front, hit the intercom on my phone and asked an unknown voice to send a messenger to my office at once.   Before my eyes, her will crumbled like a solid wall of bricks slated for demolition and before I could rescind the order I had given, pulled her skirt up above her thighs, opened her legs and scooted her ass down in the leather chair, exposing her most secret parts to my view. I was ecstatic. I had won the battle of wills with her by hook or crook, but I had won and she was mine. A knock on the door signaled the arrival of the messenger and Sarah slammed her legs together and sat up straight in the chair, her eyes wide in fear. “You wanted a messenger?” He asked opening the door a crack. “Yes, yes I do.” I said looking Sarah right in the eye, “I’d like you to hold this for twenty-four hours and then deliver it to the recipient if I haven’t contacted you to cancel the delivery. Is that understood?” “Yes sir, understood completely.” I handed him the inter office mail and then returned my gaze to Sarah as he stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him. “Twenty-four hours Sarah, that’s all you have until your career here has crashed and burned and your family learns of, shall we say, your extracurricular activities, unless of course you…” “Unless what Brian? What is it that you really want from me?” “Isn’t that obvious by now Sarah?” “Yes, I think you’ve made yourself perfectly clear on that Brian.” She said, as a gleam came to her eye. “You want to use the e-mails against me; for your own gain.” “How astute Sarah, now where were we before we were interrupted by that pesky messenger?” “I was showing you my panties Brian, like this.” She slid her ass forward and opened her legs wide, then pulled her skirt up to her waist. The white satin material of her panties was pressed tight against her pussy and I could see the outline of her labia along with the crinkly darkened area above her slit. “Pull them aside Sarah, and show me your pussy.” I ordered, as I looked her straight in the eye. She hesitated a moment and then with a small sigh, slid her fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. Her face was flushed and her eyes darted from my face to her crotch and then back to my face. “Is this what you wanted to see Brian? Does it turn you on to look at my, …my pussy?” “Yes, it does Sarah, now touch yourself for me.” I told her, as I opened a drawer next to me and removed a small digital camera, turned it on and brought it to my eye. “Now wait a minute Brian, that’s going to far. I’m not going to allow you to take a picture of me like this.” “The way I see it Sarah, you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Remember, one phone call and you’re history. Now do as I told you and touch yourself.” “You’re a real bastard Brian.” She said, as her hand slowly moved to her pussy and she began to run her finger up and down her slit. I shot the first photo and she flinched as the flash briefly illuminated the office. I leaned closer to her and took two more quick shots, both close-ups of her hand touching herself and then sat the camera down on the desk. “Does it feel good Sarah, what you’re doing to yourself in front of me?” She had her eyes closed as her finger continued to stroke her slit and I watched her face closely for any sign of enjoyment. Her eyes opened and she parted her lips briefly, a slight smile formed on her face. “Yes.” “Yes what, Sarah?” “Yes, it feels good Brian. I didn’t want it to, but it does.” I looked at my watch and saw that my lunch break was approaching. It was time to put the next part of my plan into action. “You can stop now Sarah.” “No, please wait a few more seconds. I’m almost ready to…” Not believing what I was seeing, I watched as she placed her finger over her clit and gave it several quick rubs and then sighed deeply as her hips jerked several times and she came. She removed her finger from her cunt and pulled her panties back into place, then tugged her skirt down and stood up in front of me. “Satisfied now Brian?” She asked, as she smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt. “When you take your lunch break today, I want you to drive to the old warehouse you wrote about in one of you’re e- mails to G and pull your car into the doorway that will be open.” I said ignoring her question. “I don’t think that’s a good idea Brian, I’m not at all comfortable with that.” “I don’t really care a rats ass if you’re comfortable with it or not Sarah, it’s what I want you to do. You understand?” She stood there and I could almost see her thought process as she glared at me and opened her mouth to say something but then thought better of it. “Yes. I understand. May I go now?” “Yes Sarah, you can leave now,” I said looking at my watch, “but I’ll see you in forty minutes and don’t you dare be late.” “I won’t Brian, I promise.” She said, turned on her heels and walked out of my office. “I’ll be there.” She tossed over her shoulder as she slowly shut the door. I watched her return to her desk and sit down in the chair, log in and the first thing she did was to check her yahoo mail account. There was nothing so she clicked on compose and sent a message to G. She had never asked how I knew that she was getting those e-mails; she just seemed to accept that I did. I watched my screen as she typed her message to G. “I’ve been caught doing this G and I’m scared. He’s blackmailing me into doing things that I’ve never done for my husband. He just had me spread my legs and watch me get myself off in front of him, in his office and he even took a few pictures of me doing it. “Now he wants me to meet him in a secluded area during my lunch break and God only knows what he has in mind. What do I do?” She hit send and the e-mail was gone. Ten long minutes later, his reply appeared and she hurriedly opened it. “I’m sorry that this has happened to you but I did warn you didn’t I? I told you that this was risky shit we were messing with and to be careful. “I don’t know how he did it but he evidently did so we have to go from there. But Sarah, I have to ask you this and I think you know what I’m going to say, don’t you? “Did you get off?” I watched as she leaned back into her chair, turned her head and looked directly at me and then returned her attention to her keyboard and sent another message to G. “Damn you G, you always know too fucking much about me, don’t you? Of course I got off and by the way, he’s watching me now as I type this message to you. My pussy is tingling and I want to put my hand down there and take care of it but I can’t.” I leaned back into my chair, closed my eyes and pictured what was coming. My hand rubbed across the stiffness in my pants and I flashed ahead to the meeting at lunch and what was sure to happen. I had covered every base, every contingency, until I felt I was ready and nothing…nothing was going to stop me now. ***