Leatherette The Office Tower 
 
 
   
 
Another evening at work, it's not late enough to require a taxi home on the company's tab but late enough that I'm eating take-out dinner in front of the computer, yet again. I was supposed to go out tonight, my girlfriend; Kate in the I.T. department two floors down had set me up with Robert. I had looked up his picture on the company's intranet, average looks, average smile, average everything- if you omit the fact that he had a serious role-playing fetish. Kate monitored the computer systems so we knew that he enjoyed cosplay and had hundreds of photos stored on his desktop. I giggled remembering one photo of an event he attended where he was the knight in shining armour, I mean how cheesy is that? But I must admit, the idea that he liked to dress up made my heart beat just a little faster. Kate must have heard something in my laugh because she was the one that suggested we go out for drinks after work. So tonight was supposed to the beginning of a grand adventure or so I had hoped. Two people called in sick at work so we had rescheduled for tomorrow night. 
I had a corner desk, with wall to floor windows it had all been painted a boring beige and while I couldn’t request a paintjob, I could decorate. I had floor plants, hanging plants, paintings and a carving of a flower that looked like a vulva and a gilted mirror. Facing the windows I put my feet on the radiator and kicked off my purple stilettos , I only wore them at work, they stayed under my desk, no one was here so I could relax and eat before getting back to the computer screen. 
I wonder what Robert was doing instead had he gone straight home or found another woman to take out tonight? Was he still here doing late night work and looking at women and men in costumes? I mean there were so many of them. One was a woman with short black hair, she was dressed like Tinkerbelle and staring into the camera with big doe eyes while she bent over so you could see the smooth hairs and the triangle between her legs but nothing more. Her legs were closed but everything about her was an open invitation. Thinking about his pictures made me blush a little, I had invaded his privacy, I knew what got him off. I felt a bit guilty but shrugged it off as I remembered the last photograph I saw, a statuesque woman dressed as a Viking in armor that covered her stomach and ended under her breasts like a corset so that her breast were thrust out on display. Her nipples were my favourite colour, dark purple and they were pierced,gold chains were fastened on the rings. Robert’s kink was fast becoming a part of my own fantasy. 
I spread my legs on the radiator and hiked up my skirt,there was no chance of me being seen, it was after hours, on the 13th floor, and everyone in the building facing me had long gone home. 
I pushed my thong to the side and leaned back in my chair, lately masturbation has been the quickest way for me to blow off steam. I quickly pushed my middle finger deep inside my pussy enjoying the tiny stab of pain from not being wet enough. I gripped my finger, muscles contracting in anticipation and I pull it out slowly to the edge of my finger tip before pushing it back in, this time my pussy welcomes my finger with its juices. My other hand pinched my clit, feeling it get stiff and proud, loving the attention. The heat gathered between my legs, I wanted them wider, I wanted to feel the cool air colliding with the heat inside of me. I quickly get up and take off my skirt; out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of movement. Huh? I lean and peer through the window at the office building across from me but all I see are empty cubicles. Well it's nothing I suppose, maybe a bird's shadow on the glass. I settle back into my chair, legs apart and remember another picture... 
She was a beautiful black woman with long,layered waist-length dreads framing her face, her breasts and her thick waist. I don't know which character she was supposed to be-probably a super heroine-she had on thick gold bracelets and an ornate silver necklace. I sighed and thrust my finger deeper as I recalled her inner thighs slick with cum that had been dripping from her pussy. Her gaze was direct and fierce, willing the camera to feel her desire and capture its effect. I groaned, one finger was not nearly enough, I leaned back and slid two more fingers inside thrusting my hips down as I felt myself clench and then the release came so quickly- much too quickly! I cried out, I couldn't help it. I got up and leaned over, pressing my face against the cool glass as I rode my fingers hard, slipping them in and out knowing another climax was near. I was gasping against the glass, whimpering with the ache of wanting to be filled with something bigger, rougher. I opened my eyes, scanning the office for a suitable object when I saw the same tell-tale flicker. This time, I was right against the glass and could see clearly into the other building and I saw him. Another office worker who had stayed back late, he too was glued to his office window. One hand on the glass, the other in his pants. I knew I should be mortified even as a thrill ran down my spine and bloomed in my pussy. In a rush I climaxed again glued to the window, fingers working furiously, I rode them while juice leaked down my legs and my breath fogged up the glass. I don't know how much time had passed until I dared look up again. He was still there, an involuntary plume of desire flared as my pussy gripped my fingers again. Shuddering, I slowly pulled them out, it was a little too late to feel self-conscious but I felt it anyways. I saw him step back from the window and give me a deep bow. I could feel my face burning with embarassment as I pulled the curtains closed in one quick yank. I quickly straightened up my office and went to the bathroom. Gripping the edge of the sink I looked at my eyes still bright with desire, my flushed cheeks and gave a cry of dismay. What am I doing? Who was that man? I don't play these games! "But you do", a quiet voice within me said.... "You definetly do". I ignored the whispers and splashed cold water on my face, straightened my skirt and darted into my office to get my bag, leaving my chinese take-out uneaten. I took the side stairs out of the building and exited from the rear. It never happened I told myself, just another fantasy, besides I had Robert to focus on.. 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: June 26th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-leatherertte