As we arrive at the clients' office the guy in the front passenger seat gets out quickly and moves his seat forward for the guy next to me, who quickly exits and then stands there holding the seat for me. The other guys seem to be taking their time getting out so I decide to accept his offer.
I quickly discover that getting out is harder than getting in. I have to lift my leg over the console, bringing my knee up to about chest high, while at the same time scooching sideways towards the door. I can feel my undies sliding precariously to one side and my dress riding up over my ass! For a moment I have both legs up in the air and spread open with my partly exposed womanhood pointed straight at the guys' face holding the seat for me! His expression leaves no doubt that he is totally enjoying the moment. I can feel the blood coursing through my body and it feels like it's all converging at my vagina. I am amazed at myself for how excited I'm getting. It's all I can do to remember I'm here for work!
I finally manage to extract myself from the car, with a helping hand from one of the guys, who seems to be smirking, I'm not sure. As we walk into the clients' office it seems like everyone stops what they are doing and just watches as we make our way through the sea of desks to the back to the owners' office. If I didn't know better I'd swear they were expecting me. Maybe I'm overreacting due to my heightened condition. I'm so turned on from the ride over that I am actually a little light headed and I can feel my pulse throbbing in my neck and between my legs. It's like my blood is boiling! I'm desperately trying to stay focused on just making it safely to the clients' office where I can sit down.
The sitting area in the office is just as I remembered it. Several low stuffed chairs and a loveseat arranged around a low coffee table. I head over to the loveseat and plop myself down. I'm so glad to be able to sit down that I forgot from the last visit that this particular couch was the subject of joking because once you sit in it you sink down so low it throws you back and you can hardly get out without help. As I fall back into it my legs come up, real professional like, and I let out a little yelp. Of course that causes everyone to turn to see what's happening. Everyone just seems to stare, a couple with dropped jaws, at the show. One guy actually lets out a low whistle. I notice a guy with light colored slacks on suddenly developing a bulge. "Must be wearing boxer shorts", I think. Then I realize I'm staring at his crotch and lower my eyes quickly, wondering if he noticed.
As I look down I realize for the first time why they keep staring. I knew my dress had pulled up some but I could actually look down and see my own lace g-string pulled up higher and tighter than it was designed for! I am tipped back in this crazy loveseat with my knees elevated, legs spread open a couple feet I think, and my g-string mostly hidden between the lips of my pussy and up my ass. From their perspective there sure wasn't anything left to the imagination! |