Intimacy in the City - Chapter 8

I'm wondering whether I should show my wet pussy to my intern.

Monday morning. After a hot weekend, I'm looking forward to taking it easy for a change. Just checking a few emails, drinking a coffee. Just relaxing and moving a few pixels from A to B without my pussy leaking and exploding.

Suddenly, there's a knock at my office door.

“Come in,” I say firmly, hoping that I'll have my peace and quiet back in a moment.

“Ms. Bauer,” I hear a young female voice say.

“How does the internet work here? The cable?” she asks, somewhat nervously and quietly.

She is our intern, Hannah. She plays with her hair as she asks me the question.

Although she seems nervous, she eyes my blue blouse and white skirt.

“You do know that IT isn't my core competency,” I reply with a laugh.

“David, the IT guy, isn't here right now, and I thought you might know,” she says, scratching her elbow shyly.

“Well, the internet cable is in the floor box,” I say, pointing to something round in the floor. Without me having to ask, she kneels down and examines the network sockets under a round cover.

“It's kind of sexy how the intern is kneeling there in front of me,” I think to myself.

I move a little closer so that she has to lift her head more.

“Hannah, did you just look up my skirt?” I ask sternly.

Suddenly, the intern blushes, looks away and stares guiltily at the floor.

“Well, well. How can I explain this... I have to look at you, Ms. Bauer!” she stammers.

I lean down to her and whisper in her ear:

“Do you want to see more, Hannah?”

I notice how she suddenly starts to breathe faster. Oh God, she's getting more and more nervous. I hope I haven't crossed a line.

She's probably far too inexperienced. And at work, too.

“Heidi, you can't do that!” an inner voice rebukes me.
What do I do now? I can't ask my intern if she wants to see more under my skirt!

Did I go too far? She doesn't say anything, but crouches in front of me and breathes excitedly. Hopefully there won't be any consequences. Why can't I ever hold back? I always have to overdo it.

Suddenly she looks at me with shining eyes, slowly stands up and leans over to me.

“I'm wearing white panties too,” she whispers in my ear.

Oh my God, how hot is that? Could it get any better?

Oh yes! It can.

Then she says very quietly, “Maybe my panties are even wetter than yours.”

As she says this, I immediately feel a thick drop forming between my labia.

“Come on, let's compare who's wetter,” I suggest with a smile.

At the same time, we reach into our skirts and push our panties aside. Each of us starts fingering ourselves. Smacking sounds fill the room.

The intern pulls her dripping wet fingers out of her slit.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

Fuck. I didn't lock the door. And now I'm standing here fingering myself wildly with my intern in the office.

The knocking is incredibly loud. Oh no, now we're going to get caught. This can't be happening.

I freeze. Pussy juice is dripping from my fingers. It'll be over soon. I'm about to be discovered.

Then I hear a voice. “Hey, you! Say, do you have a minute?”

The voice sounds much too muffled. No! Someone is knocking on my office neighbor's door.

Now I look at Hannah for the first time. She hasn't noticed anything. She slowly approaches me and pushes her fingers into my wet pussy.

“That's right, Ms. Bauer. You're much wetter than I am,” she moans as she fucks my slurping pussy.

I return the favor by massaging her pussy. I don't know who's wetter. Her pussy juice slowly drips down my fingers.

She fingers me more and more intensely. I'm about to come. About to leak heavily.

Then there's a knock. Again. This time at my door.

“Heidiiiiii,” I hear from outside.

“Just a moment, I'll be right there,” I reply in a panic. Fuck! This can't be happening. So much for a hot orgasm...