Sometimes, you just have to improvise.
It was the perfect storm: I was stressed out at work, I was alone in the supply room, and visions of Russell Crowe in Gladiator were dancing around in my head since it was on television as I got ready that morning, begrudgingly preparing for yet another grueling day. A familiar tingle rose up in me as I reached for a couple of black pens from the shelf beside me. I ignored it at first, but then I saw a fat, yellow highlighter, and a light bulb illuminated my weary brain.
“You can’t be serious,” I told that lustful thought, trying to calm down the growing horniness I began to feel.
“But you know that would be hot,” was its retort.
“This isn’t a dildo,” my logical brain reasoned. “Plus, I’m at work.”
“Exactly.”
“Here? Now? What if someone walks in? What if my boss walks in?”
“Even better!”
“Still, it isn’t a sex toy,” I tried to reason with it; but by that time, it had occupied too much space in my gray matter to be reasoned with.
“Sometimes, you just have to improvise.”
The longer I stared at the yellow highlighter, the more desire built up in me. I grabbed it and my horny brain was pleased.
“Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it!”
“What? I can’t do that!” I thought as I considered putting it back on the shelf, but couldn’t quite manage to get it out of my grip.
I continued to stare at it for what felt like an eternity.
“DO IT!” my horny brain screamed at me.
I looked around nervously like a thief in a department store about to stuff something in her bra that doesn’t belong there. I lowered my hand slowly and methodically, and as the highlighter almost reached the crotch of my pants —
“Hey!” I heard the voice of my coworker greet me as I immediately dropped my hand to my side and pretended to look for some colored printer paper to make my presentations pop.
“I like red myself, but the office manager rarely orders it,” he said.
The drumming in my chest was so loud I couldn’t make out the words.
“Huh?”
“The colored paper,” he said, pointing in the direction of where I was pretending to look. “I like to use red, but Charlene rarely orders it.”
“Oh, yeah. I like the blue,” I said as I grabbed a handful of sheets and dashed away from the scene of the attempted crime as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t get to my office fast enough. My officemate wasn’t there; I wasn’t sure when he’d be back, but I didn’t care. I had succumbed to the voice in my head urging me to satisfy its bottomless pit of desire. As I spread my legs, a little bit of sanity made an appearance and I wondered if I should close the door.
I spread my legs wider, moved my panties a little bit more, and made the big plunge.
“No!” my desire admonished.
“What if someone walks in?”
“Greg could walk in at any minute anyway, so what’s the point?”
“But what if it’s not Greg? What if it’s the boss?”
“Even hotter!”
Somehow in my lustful fog that logic made perfect sense to me. At the very least, since the door was always open, I figured closing it would ring alarm bells that would make curious passersby more likely to barge in to find out why.
It seemed safe enough. After all, my desk was in the corner facing the door, so I could do all manner of things under there without anyone knowing. In fact, I could strategically hide behind my computer monitor, and no one walking by would even know I was there. I was almost disappointed I had never thought of this sooner. I stared at the highlighter for a few seconds, part of me still not sure I dared to do it, and finally decided to go for it.
I grabbed some tissues and placed them on my thigh. I slowly spread my legs and first ran the office supply across my crotch over my pants, up and down, pressing hard against the cloth. A smile came to my face immediately as the excitement of the possibilities began to run through me. Still, I knew I had to be careful, I could not lose all control — but I could enjoy myself.
“Keep going!” my inner horndog told me, reminding me that it would continue egging me on until it was completely satisfied.
I took it a step further and slowly slipped the highlighter underneath my pants, over my panties, and rubbed myself with visions of half-naked gladiators dancing in my head. Coworkers walked up and down the hall and the more my lust grew, the less I cared about being caught.
I unzipped my pants, pushed my panties aside and let myself feel the cold, stiff highlighter against my warming flesh, sparks flying on impact. I felt my hips intuitively start to sway back and forth and side to side as my clit got the tickling it had been screaming for. I stared at my blank computer screen, pretending to be doing the research project that was due the next day, setting the stage for a convincing alibi in case someone came in.
The longer no one did, the bolder I felt. I spread my legs wider, moved my panties a little bit more, and made the big plunge. I was surprised at how good the highlighter felt inside of me as I pushed it in and out and felt my juices meet my fingers with each movement. I began to lose all sense of time as my hips moved in the rhythm of my pleasure, until —
“How is the research project going?” I heard my boss asking as he stood in front of my desk, seemingly mistaking my thousand yard stare for actual concentration.
I began to lose all sense of time as my hips moved in the rhythm of my pleasure…
“Fine,” I said quickly, trying to make myself look as professional as I could from the waist up as the activities from the waist down didn’t miss a beat. Something about masturbating right in front of my boss made the experience even hotter and I wondered how long I would be able to keep up the facade.
“Good, because I’m going to need those figures for the meeting on Friday.”
“Of course,” I said, smiling from ear to ear, experiencing a devilish satisfaction that made the stiff, hard highlighter feel even better inside of me. I found myself pushing it deeper inside my pussy as I looked into Kevin’s eyes, wondering if he had even the slightest inkling of what was going on underneath my desk.
I rammed the highlighter in deeper, hoping he would leave so I could finish. But instead, to my unpleasant surprise, he pulled out my officemate’s chair and parked himself in front of my desk. He wanted to know more about what I had learned so far in my research. With my free hand, I opened up the file and started mindlessly rattling off facts and figures.
But with my other hand, the only fact that mattered was figuring out how to make myself come right in front of my boss without him knowing. As I listened to him explain what he needed me to do before the meeting, I remembered that I once had a sex dream about him. I started writhing my hips faster against the highlighter while diligently attempting to keep my torso still.
My rhythm got faster, the highlighter got deeper inside of me, and my boss got more talkative. It was another perfect storm: looking into his eyes, admiring his crooked smile, and realizing how sexy his voice was. It was starting, I could feel myself being taken over the edge as my wetness dripped out of me onto my hand. My heart thumped in my chest and my walls contracted tightly around the highlighter as I picked up the pace of my movements, vigorously pushing my makeshift dildo in and out of me.
When I could stand it no more, I wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but I knew I couldn’t. Instead, I grabbed one of the new black pens I’d gotten in the supply room, put it in my mouth, and bit on it hard while the waves of orgasm flowed through my entire body. I thrust against the highlighter one last time, trying to get that one last ounce of gratification out of the moment.
“Is everything okay?” my boss asked, shooting a puzzled look in my direction as I tried to figure out a credible explanation for my strange behavior.
“Yeah,” I said, attempting to catch my breath. “I’m just trying to collect my thoughts.”
“So what do you think about the project then?”
I wasn’t sure about his project, but mine had been an undeniable success.
“I think I’m going to need to review the data a little bit more before I can say for sure.”
I had to do this again the first opportunity I got.
Kevin continued talking and I felt my body relax, longing to take a post-orgasm nap. I pulled the highlighter out of me, ran it up and down against my clit one last time, and wiped it off with the stack of tissues I had at the ready. I instinctively placed it on my desk and thought about how I had to do this again the first opportunity I got.
Kevin stood up and hovered over me, satisfied that my attempts at having a cogent conversation were proof of productivity on my project. I wasn’t sure how I pulled it all off, but I was satisfied in more ways than one.
“Oh, can I borrow that real quick?” Kevin asked, pointing at the highlighter.
I felt the blood rush to my face as I opened my mouth to respond and nothing came out.
“I just want to mark what we talked about, so I can stay on track,” he continued.
I handed it to him, even though it was still a little sticky. What else could I do? I watched as he highlighted numerous lines on the papers he was holding. If he thought something was amiss, he didn’t show it. Then someone in the hallway called him and he unceremoniously left my office, but not before lifting up the highlighter near his nose as he walked out. He shot a couple of glances in my direction as he stood in the hall talking, then a few minutes later, walked away.
I never did get that highlighter back.