Masterbation

"What are the odds that your wife can come by the office for a few minutes this morning?" Jodi asked.

"Kim?" I asked. "She has a thing with the kids this morning, so no chance at all."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a long time, nervously biting her lower lip. It was a very sexy look on her.

"What I'm going to say next is inappropriate as can be, but it's supposed to help relieve stress and tension, sir," she said. "Promise you're not going to fire me?"

"What is it?" I said. "I promise, your job is safe."

"Maybe you need to do something about that...uh...you know..." Jodi started, then paused as if she was embarrassed to proceed. She sighed. "Studies say that one of the biggest causes of stress and tension is sexual frustration, sir."

"Sexual frustration?" I asked, not sure where she was going with this but definitely wanting to know more. She sighed again.

"I've noticed that you have a bit of...uh...an erection sometimes," Jodi said. "That's actually kinda cute and flattering, but with Bob Barnes coming in, I think it's something you need to workout before he gets here."

It was my turn to blush. I know she had caught me eying her ass several times, but I had thought I had been swift enough to hide my hardon from her. I could feel my face starting to burn.

"Oh, please don't be embarrassed, sir," Jodi said. "It's not like my pussy hasn't been been dripping wet watching you watching me. What do you think I do on my breaks?"

Was my teenage secretary really admitting to masturbating at work? This wasn't doing anything to help my erection or to stop my embarrassment.

"You're a married man, so there is no way we could ever actually do anything, but that is what makes it that much hotter," Jodi continued. "It's the fantasy that is so sexy. But right now isn't the time to worry about fantasies, Bob Barnes is on his way and you have to be on top of your game. If you take care of that problem now, I promise to be good the rest of the day. And then we can go back to the way we were and pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. I had, of course, fantasized that she was purposefully teasing me, but I hadn't thought she was really was. I just thought she was a big flirt. I wasn't sure how to process this information and whether or not I should be turned on or pissed.

"You promised you weren't going to fire me," she said nervously.

"I'm not," I said. "I just...that's a lot of information to process very quickly."

"Like I said, I didn't plan to have this conversation with you," Jodi said. "If it wasn't for Mr. Barnes everything would have just kept on going the way it was. But now we have about sixty minutes until he gets here. Time is running out."

"I know... I just...I don't know."

"Have you enjoyed your first three days, sir?" she asked.

"Very much."

"Were you thinking about me when you made love to your wife right here in this office?"

"Yes," I said, my blush deepening if that was even possible. "How did you know?"

"I was at my desk checking my email...and I could hear everything," she said. "Apparently one of you hit the call button that links to my desk. It was hot sir. Don't be embarrassed. I enjoyed myself too."

"I'm so sorry," I said.

"Don't be sorry, silly, just address the current problem before your boss arrives," Jodi said. "Then we never have to have this conversation again."

I stared at her blankly for a long time, my cock throbbing under my desk.

"Maybe this will help," she said, then suddenly reached up her dress and pulled off her panties. They were hot pink. She held them out to me. "I hear you might have a thing for panties."

I took them without even thinking. Then it hit me that I was seated at my desk, holding my nineteen year old secretary's warm panties. And if I wasn't mistaken, the crotch was wet.

"Go ahead, take care of the problem and we can get back to work," Jodi said.