Wait a minute. Shit, what the hell am I doing? If this is work related, Tracy should be able to tell me here at work. She looked over at me from her desk, her jacket already draped over her left arm. She smiled that coy smile of her's again. She had on that short black skirt I like, the one that shows off her long legs. Could it be that she wanted to wrap those legs around my waist as I worked her pussy?
This is crazy, what the hell am I thinking? I called her over.

"Look, sorry Tracy, I've looked over this stuff again and I really can't get away. This needs to be knocked over"

Tracy just looked at me and smiled, "nothing that can't wait for an hour?"

I shugged my shoulders, this was getting uncomfortable in more ways than one. My cock was throbbing so much that it was beginning to ache. I longed for it to be stroked but this was too much. I mean, what would Alyson say to me if she knew? Say?!? She wouldn't say a damn thing, she'd just kick my sorry ass out of the house.

"Sorry, I really need to do this" I sounded pathetic.

"Well, OK. Maybe another time then" Tracy replied. No hint of disappointment in her voice. Shit, maybe I had read way too much into this whole thing.

I must admit, I was somewhat disappointed with her reply. I felt a real dent to my ego. Still, easy come and easy go I guess. I settled back down to work.

~ *** ~

Tracy breezed back into the office an hour later. I looked up at her and smiled.

"How's it all going?" she asked

"Not bad, making progress now"

I felt much more calm now that my hard-on had gone and we seemed to have sorted everything out without actually saying anything to each other.

"That's good" Tracy smiled and sat down at her desk.

A few minutes later I received an e-mail from her. Man, what now?? I clicked on Tracy's e-mail and read the short message.

Tell me - do you like what you see?

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