On the Job

That damned Rachel Cooper was driving me crazy. I could see her sitting behind her L-shaped receptionist’s desk from my office and she’d let her skirt ride up again. What a great sight. I don’t guess she’s that good-looking objectively. She has mousy brown hair, pale blue eyes, and a so-so figure. She may be a little over-weight by fashion model or movie-star standards, I guess. Her best feature is her legs. They are just like I like them, shapely and long. Her ass is pretty good too, but her feature is her legs, I think.

She’d been hired during the last expansion, when we promoted the previous receptionist to the logistics section. It was about three months before. It was after a month or so that she reorganized her work area, which changed the position of her chair. Now I could see her sitting from my office. I sat with my door half-opened whenever I was available as part of my open-door policy. I didn’t think anything about it at the time, but was startled to see her in the space between the door and the jamb on the side the hinges were on, working with her skirt riding up, when I rolled my chair over a couple of feet to get a manual one day. I should have said something then I guess or even ignored it, but I didn’t. I just enjoyed the show. It got better when she started wearing high heels every day, just a little higher than average so they really showed off her legs. The show, from my perspective, improved.

I liked it, sitting back in my executive chair and talking on the phone with my door opened just the right amount to watch her. To get the proper angle, I had to roll my chair to exactly the right position behind my desk, not optimal for work, but optimal for observing Rachel. I thought it was perfect and didn’t think anyone would notice.

With this newfound distraction, I’d sit with an erection whenever I wasn’t in conversation with whoever was in my office for whatever reason, or I was concentrating on paper work. I spent many an hour at home masturbating to those legs and dreaming of them around my neck while I was eating her pussy, I don’t mind telling you.

One day, I was sitting there, enjoying the view of her legs and trying to decide whether I should leave work a little early to get to my favorite strip club right when Happy Hour started when I got a notification of a text. At that time of day, God only knows what may have happened so I rolled my chair over the couple of feet and looked at my phone. It was from Rachel. This was pretty unusual, in fact I couldn’t recall her ever texting me. Puzzled, I looked down and read ‘Enjoying the view, perv?’

I was thunderstruck. She knew I was watching her? I replied immediately, ‘Excuse me? What are you talking about?’

Her answer was swift, ‘Scoot back to where you were sitting to ogle me, and look at the little mirror on my desk then ask that again with a straight face.’

I scooted back over and looked and, sure enough, there was a little mirror clipped to one of her books and it was just possible by looking in the mirror, she could see me watching her through that crack.

My face must have shown my surprise as I got another message. ‘I thought you’d be surprised.’ She never looked up from her computer, talking into her headset and glancing to her desk from time to time. She must have been doing voice to text. What was bad was that sexual harassment was pretty serious at our company. I thought frantically about what could I do.

‘Sorry. It may seem like I was deliberately watching, but it was inadvertent. I’ll keep my door totally closed or open from now on. Thanks for pointing this out.’ I hoped that text would mollify her, but, in any case, ought to give me an out with any court.

‘And give up your show? You’d do that? Come on, what are you afraid of, you pervert?’

I licked my lips and scooted back to observe her. She kept on ostensibly working. But she slyly shifted her legs casually so her skirt rode up even further. I couldn’t believe it. I’d seen that move before, she’d obviously been purposefully teasing me for the last month and a half or so.