Intimacy in the City – Chapter 15

My wet pussy leaks at the most inappropriate moment

I'm standing in front of my wardrobe, wondering which panties to wear today. What goes with my dark short skirt? Maybe semi-transparent lace panties, a skimpy thong, or open briefs?

Today I'm not wearing any panties at all. That's going to feel amazing!

At the office: With every step I take, I can feel my thick labia rubbing against each other. Somehow it feels so indecent. I open the door to my office and realize that I'm incredibly wet today. I regret a little that I'm being so indecent. I don't want anyone to notice that I'm not wearing panties today.

On the other hand, how could anyone notice?

First, I arrive, enjoy a coffee while I check my emails in peace, and start what I hope will be a relaxed Monday. The heat of the cup feels pleasantly warm.

Suddenly, an email from my boss appears on my screen.

Oh no! I wanted to take it easy. I quickly skim through his lines. Okay, he wants to go over a project with me. It should be quick. I grab my keys and my cell phone and head over to my boss's office.

I take a deep breath and knock on my boss's door.

“Come in,” he says sternly.
“You wanted to see me, boss?”
“Yes, please take a seat, Ms. Bauer!”

I obediently sit down with my bare pussy on the faux leather conference chair directly in front of his large desk. A chrome tube gives the chair its distinctive look. Between the tube are a seat and backrest covered in faux leather.

He begins to lecture: about the importance of the big customer. About how we have to be particularly innovative here.

I feel how cold the faux leather feels against my pussy. If I had known that I would be sitting in front of the boss today, I would have put on panties! But I always exaggerate too much.

Then my boss asks me to stand up. He wants me to explain something about strategy on the whiteboard. I stand up and notice that something is different.

Fuck! I've completely leaked. On my boss's chair. What do I do now? He nods vigorously, urging me to go to the whiteboard.

I don't let on, I stand in front of the whiteboard. Phew, he hasn't noticed anything. How embarrassing that would have been!

Suddenly, my boss looks at the black faux leather. Oh no! He's noticed that I've leaked on his chair!

What do I do now?

Slowly but surely, he walks towards my chair without taking his eyes off it.

Oh God! No!

“Please continue, Ms. Bauer.”

I try to concentrate and continue speaking without hesitation, but I can hardly manage it.

He looks closely at my chair. Sunlight streams into his office through the floor-to-ceiling windows and, of course, onto the chair where my pussy just leaked. He leans forward and moves around the small lake of pussy juice. My fluid glistens right in front of his eyes.

His eyes are fixed on the seat of the chair as if spellbound.

“Go on, keep talking, Ms. Bauer,” he repeats.

My boss never repeats himself. Strange.

Suddenly, he reaches for his pants and takes out his cock. Without paying me any attention, he starts jerking off. Now he moves very close, completely close, and takes a deep breath.

“Awwwwwwww,” he grunts softly. At the same time, the rhythmic sounds of him jerking off echo through the room.

“Hmmmmm, Ms. Bauer.”

What do I do now? And above all, what is he doing? Is he about to ask me to kneel down so I can take his cock in my mouth?

Maybe I'll offer him my wet pussy, which he'll fuck hard?

Or will he want to lick me?

A thousand possibilities race through my mind. What happens next is something I never would have expected.

He looks at the office chair I've spilled on. I pause in my explanation. Is he going to fuck me hard now? Lick me? Fire me?

He jerks his cock harder. His gaze is fixed on the wet spot on my pussy. “Come on, Ms. Bauer, continue,” he encourages me. As if it were a completely normal situation.

Suddenly, he starts to grunt. He jerks his cock harder and harder. His veins bulge, his glans becomes more and more swollen.

“Ms. Bauer, Ms. Bauer,” he mumbles excitedly.

Suddenly, he shoots a huge load that lands right on my pussy juice, accompanied by an “Awwwwww, you horny slut!”

Several splashes of cum also decorate the seat of my chair.

The boss puts his cock back in his pants, looks at me and says relatively emotionlessly, “Thank you, Ms. Bauer. Thank you very much. You can sit down again,” and points to the chair.

Hesitantly, I walk back to the chair.

“Please, Ms. Bauer,” he says, making it clear that I should sit down.

I obey and feel his hot cum on my pussy and ass. My boss continues as if nothing had happened.

It's crazy what happens just because I'm not wearing panties.