Another cold and cough, really just what you needed. You knew there were some work reviews coming up and you don't have time for this. Rummaging through your medicine cabinet you find some pills, ignoring their best before label you swallow a couple and hope they make the day passable. Its not long before brain fog kicks in and you feel hot. You loved to work out, and look good, even today feeling unwell you put on your makeup, did up your long wavy brunette hair and put on your usual work outfit; a modest, but fitted pencil skirt, coupled with a blouse and jumper. There was no denying even under the boring outfit you looked great, even if you felt terrible and boiling.

You wanted to keep working, but shortly after reaching your desk you started feeling flush. From my office I saw your reddened face and asked if you were OK, you thanked me but said you were fine. But instantly as you got my attention and gaze your skin tingled and you felt like you were roasting. You desperately clawed off your jumper, but still it wasn't enough, the few top buttons of your blouse were next.

This helped for a few minutes, and you thought through your brain fog you could keep going. But it was hard to concentrate, your brain kept being distracted, you kept thinking what it would be like to flash me, what each guy in the office would be like in bed, and increasingly vivid ideas.

It wasn't long till you felt a burning and tingling between your legs, you couldn't stop rubbing your legs together. God you needed to reach down and itch it, to stroke it. As I looked up watching you biting your lip and innocently smiling, you began to think of my hands between your legs. That was it.

In the toilets, your panties were pulled down, and you were desperately rubbing your soaking wet clit, pushing your fingers into your pussy. It was the only way to briefly stop the tingling and burning, but as soon as your hands retracted the yearning returned.

Through the playing, and imagination the thought came through that you needed to get help, get home and I could help you. That I'd do all I could as your boss to help you.

You were unwell, covered in sweat and now you'd taken off your bra too to keep cool. Slowly you regained yourself, stumbled from the toilets and came to my office.

I saw you come in, your blouse was clinging to your sweaty body, your breasts clearly outlined and showing through your blouse. I could see your nipples, erect and hard. Panting infront of me, I see your skirt had been pulled up your thigh, and finally you manage to speak.

"James, there's something wrong with me, I don't feel right" I look you over, and all I could hear is a soft moan as you make your way to the door. "Emma, if there's anything I can do to help, just tell me" The door closes as you push against it, I hear the click of the lock as you turn round, your eyes full of lust as you throw over something. Instinctively I grab it, it's soaked, I open my hand and see your panties.

With you absolutely desperate and begging to be filled, used and pumped full of my hot cum. Maybe I'm not going to be enough and we will need the other coworkers to help you out.

If you are excited as I am by this, hit me up, start writing the next paragraph or two, tell me your kinks, what gets you so hot and turned on, and maybe a reference to get me excited over.