Wait for her to finish working.

You hear a few metallic noises, a few curse words, a little more fumbling around, and then Rebecca carefully backs out from under your desk. Immediately she sits back on her heels and stretches, reaching up toward the ceiling with both hands, tilting up her chin, and arching her back. She really is gorgeous, and you?re keenly anticipating the evening you?ll be spending with her.

She looks over your shoulder and sees you. ?Hey, I?m ready to try booting this puppy up. Hopefully I won?t need those disks you brought, because if I do, there?s no way you?re making your deadline.?

?I?ll cross my fingers,? you tell her.

She pushes the power button on your computer tower. You watch as several manufacturer?s logos appear and disappear on your screen, and then at last, you see your desktop, with no error message.

She stands up and gestures to your chair. ?See if you can get to your documents.?

You set down the pack of disks, sit in your chair, and dig into your document folders. You find the icon for your financial report, click on it ... and you swear when you see an error message.

?Don?t panic,? Rebecca says. ?I think I can fix this.? She slides between you and your keyboard, sits in your lap, and starts typing.

Due to her choice of clothing, a great deal of her bare skin is in contact with your body as she works. She is warm and soft, and the weight of her hips in your lap is impossible to ignore. You wonder if she can feel your cock growing hard underneath her.