Yes she needs to clean up

She read his text, smiling at his approval, but still shocked at what she had done. Just a few days previously she would never have thought herself capable of even sending a naughty text message from work, let alone do what she did.

She sat there, feeling her wetness. It was on her thighs and bum, but most worryingly, she felt like she was sitting in it, so she knew it was soaked into her skirt. She just hoped it hadn’t soaked through and would be visible when she got up.

For a moment she considered staying there, letting it dry out, but she knew that was just not an option, she needed to clean up and she needed to use the bathroom for that. Thankful most of her work colleagues were still at lunch, she eased herself gently from the chair, sure that if anyone was behind her they would see a damp patch on her skirt now.

Quickly she made her way to the bathroom, and immediately inspected herself in the mirror. She sighed in relief as she realised her skirt wasn’t as bad as she feared, just a small spot that was only noticeable if you looked for it.

Turning on the basin, she washed her hands, then grabbed some paper towels and wetting them, slide them under her skirt to wipe of the wetness running down her thighs. She gasped as she run a wet towel over her pussy, amazed that even that touch was arousing her. And finally she slipped into one of the cubicles, lifting her skirt high, wiping her bum dry with more towels.

She lowered her skirt, chastising herself as she realised she had left her panties in her purse by her desk, so she would have to go without putting them back on for now. So panty-less, she felt ready to return to her desk, now confident no one would have any idea what she had been up too.

She was just sitting back in her chair when the door opened and her colleagues begun to return, chatting as they walked in.

“Hi Lucy, so did you have a good lunch then?” she was asked as one close colleague sat near to her. She nodded, smiling to herself as she resumed her work.