Call Center Encounter (public sex at work)

Lorraine has a steady, boring job in a call center. A couple of months ago, she met her boyfriend Paul, and now he wants to spice the relationship up a little bit. He intends to sexually stimulate her while she works; and if she can resist orgasm while working those phones, a grand prize awaits her! Who will win? Warning: This story is 5,100 words long, and it contains public sex, sex in the workplace, footplay, cunnilingus, tease and denial, and a hillbilly. Excerpt: Eventually it ended. I knew that I’d accepted the challenge. What could he realistically do? I was fully dressed. The company was skimping on heating bills, so I had a good warm sweater and thick leggings on. OK, so he could get at my neck. Well, big deal. I could get used to 30 minutes of him crawling all over it. “You’re on”, I said casually. “Just don’t get us both fired, k?” “Doesn’t that make it more fun?” he said, very innocently. And I realised as he said it that of course it did. I exhaled thoughtfully. Never before had I ever considered doing anything remotely sexual outside the bedroom. Maybe in front of the TV, if I was feeling extremely horny. What on earth was I doing now? Answering the phone, of course. “Good afternoon, this is Lorraine speaking, how may I help you?” It had rung obediently, and Paul gave me an evil, wicked look as I began talking to the guy who put the “hill” in “hillbilly”. He didn’t do anything, though. It was a short call, and he just looked at me. But then, that doesn’t do him nearly justice. Words like “stared”, “looked”, “gazed”, and so on, not nearly appropriate. My boyfriend had just given me the most blatant, shameless eyefucking I’d ever experienced. Everything he did was refracted by that prism. Sure, he stared at my breasts for a while, and deep into my own eyes, and dragged his gaze carefully round my exposed neck. That, I was ready for. The feelings between my legs pulsed insistently. What I wasn’t ready for was how he looked at the rest of me. In his sight, my elbows became incredibly erotic. My knees appeared to be driving him to incredible arousal. My shoes were utterly fascinating, and the less said about my hair the better. No part of my body escaped his gaze. His desire for me was so naked, so shameless, that I was soon shivering again with the implications that his eyes were making.