Cop a feel.

You step closer to her, lean down, and put a hand on the side of her hip, where the narrow band of her shorts stretches across her skin. ?Good idea,? she says from under the desk. ?Distract the nice lady who?s keeping you from getting fired.?

?Oh, I don?t know if I?d get fired.?

?If your job isn?t in danger, then why am I down here breathing dust instead of outside in the nice warm sun??

?Because you?re generous and considerate?? you suggest, as your hand drifts back over the bare curve of her ass, inadequately concealed by her shorts.

?Is that also why I?m letting you feel me up??

?Good question. Why are you letting me feel you up??

?No, the question is, why haven?t you felt me up before? How many signals does a girl have to send out??

You let one finger very lightly trace the curve of her pussy through her shorts, from bottom to top. About halfway along, you hear the metallic sound of something hitting the floor. After a moment, she says, sounding a little out of breath, ?I think you should do that again.?

You do, just like before, slow and gentle. Her hips move under your hand. ?Okay,? she gasps, ?since obviously I am not fixing your computer right now, you need to pull down my shorts.?

After kneeling behind her, you put both hands on her hips and take hold of her shorts. ?Wait,? she says. You see one of her hands working for a moment near her stomach, and then you feel her shorts loosen. ?Okay, now.?

You tug. They?re on tight, even after she?s unfastened them, but with a little wiggling from you and a little wiggling from her, you get her shorts tugged down her thighs to her knees. This is when she startles you for the second time with her choice of clothing, as you find that she?s not wearing underwear. Her posterior is in full view, right down to the dark, wet folds of skin at her crotch.