He almost fell against the desk as he scrambled back on his knees.
“I’m so sorry, please don’t get me fired.” He pleaded. I leant back on my hands so that my skirt slipped up over my thighs.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I said and spread my knees apart exposing a little more of my panties to him before quickly closing them together again.
He licked his lips eyes wide; I could tell I was driving him crazy so I slowly spread my legs again, this time tugging my skirt up past my hips.
He looked longingly at my panties.
“I know you’ve been peeking is this what you have been trying to see all day?”
Shaking his head he said. “Look I am really sorry; it’s just that you are an attractive woman in a short skirt surely you can’t blame me for looking.”
I swung my legs over the edge of the desk and stood with my hand on my hip.
“You’re right I can’t blame you for looking.” I said.
He seemed to relax a little, “Look I’m so sorry it won’t…”
I cut him off, “but what about the pictures you took?”
He flushed bright red and tried to pull away from me as I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Let’s have a little look shall we.” I said.
I took his phone over to my desk, searched for the lead from my phone in my draw then downloaded the photo onto my computer.
His phone was top of the range, (as if I expected anything less from a computer nerd) so the image that came up was bright and clear showing the view up my skirt that he had enjoyed so much. My little sheer panties did nothing to hide my pussy, every detail clearly visible.
My outer lips had parted slightly as I had straddled the desk and steps so there was even a little peek of my labia, slightly puffy with excitement.
“What were you going to do with this picture?” I asked him.
“Nothing.” He stammered.
“Please delete it; I am so sorry I don’t know why I did it, please don’t tell anyone.”
I saved the picture to my computer then handed his phone back to him saying.
“After all the trouble you went to taking it I think it would be silly to delete it.”
He put the phone back in his pocket then just stood there looking at the floor a little unsure of what was expected of him or what to do next.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.
He went redder still. “No not at the moment.”
“Is that why you were looking at me?” I swung around and lifted one leg over the arm of my chair spreading my legs apart so that he could see right up to my panties.
“Is this what you like to look at when you get off?”
He stared as I slipped my hand over my thigh and touched a finger to the thin material between my legs; I was already wet from the shock of seeing the picture he had sneaked showing my most intimate parts in glorious detail.
“I think you were going look at that picture tonight and masturbate, weren’t you?”
He shook his head. “No honest, I don’t know why I did it.”
“So you don’t like looking at me then?” I said.
He swallowed hard. “Of course I do… I don’t know what to say.”
“Actually I was quite enjoying the attention” I said.
There was a discernable bulge in his trousers even though he had shuffled around so that he was sideways on to me in an attempt to hide it.
I was feeling incredibly horny.
“Look you’re a single guy spending most of the day getting off on sneaking peeks at my panties so we both know what you were going to do later while you were looking at that picture of my pussy.”
I thought he was going to burst into tears; his face was glowing with embarrassment.
“There’s no shame in it girls like to do it too.” I said.
“In fact I am feeling so turned on thinking about it I really need to touch myself and to honest you don’t look very comfortable so instead of waiting to get home to take care of things how about we watch each other masturbate right here and now.”
“It has to be better than looking at a picture.” I giggled.
“What here?” he said gesturing around.
“Why not we’re alone,” I said. “Tell you what; if you let me watch you today I might just choose to wear something shorter tomorrow and you can take all the pictures you like” His gaze was centred on the hand between my legs and he was nervously biting his lip I could see that he wanted to but was perhaps still worrying that he would get into trouble.
“Let me see the effect I’ve had on you and I might just take my panties off.” I said.
To my surprise he said. “Please don’t.”
“So you don’t want to watch me?” I said puzzled.
“Its not that.” He said quietly. “It’s just that I like looking at women in panties.”
That explained the obsession with looking up my skirt.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I said “I don’t mind keeping them on if that’s what you like but I need to see you, shall we do this?”
Without further prompting he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to his feet.