My secretary's desk was just outside my office. The hallway was quite wide in our old offices and her desk was in clear view from my desk. Often I was able to gaze out the doorway and admire her.

She has a lovely pair of legs and I am definitely attracted to shapely legs and short skirts. height16 src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmiliessmile.gif" width16> In any case, I recall returning from lunch one afternoon and Bonnie my secretary was sitting at her desk chatting with a female friend of hers. She had turned to face her friend who was sitting in a side chair next to Bonnie's desk. Bonnie's legs, therefore, were not under her desk as she would normally sit while doing work. I said hello and walked into my office...sitting down and retrieving phone messages. During the process of retrieving the messages, I glanced up and, to my surprise and delight, I had an incredible view up Bonnie's skirt which was quite short that day. It was summertime and while we had a fairly tight dress code regarding the women going "stockingless", Bonnie was, indeed, without stockings that day. I was able to see quite clearly between her legs as she sat relaxed talking to her friend. And I was very able to see her panties quite clearly from where I sat.

Well, you can imagine the reaction I had. Immediate hardon and my pulse and breath quickened as I tried to look nonchalant as I gazed up every few minutes to enjoy the view. After much fidgeting, I decided this view was far too good to pass up..and SOMETHING had to be done to relieve the incredible throbbing between my legs. So I rose, yes, with hardon in clear view...and proceeded to quickly make my way to the mens room where I grabbed a handful of toilet tissue, folded it carefully and placed it inside my silk boxers between my shorts and my hardened length. I returned from the rest room to find Bonnie still seated facing my door, talking to her friend, but now, unfortunately, cross-legged. I was a bit disappointed for the moment, but, nonetheless, quite stimulated yet - so I returned to my seat, pretended to be working on a report...

and placed a paper tablet on the desk in front of me, writing - or should I say scribbling with one hand, while my left had dropped to my lap...

and with my chair pulled snuggly under the desk to hide my actions....

proceeded to stroke my length thru my pants using the edge of my left thumb at the knuckle. The results were wonderful...

I was bringing myself close to orgasm over and over again...

teasing myself...

and promising myself that I would not cum until I had a clear view up Bonnie's skirt again...

unencumbered by her crossed legs. From time to time I glanced up to enjoy the view and a few times caught Bonnie glancing back at me and smiling.

I wondered, perhaps paranoid, if she sensed what was happening and what I was doing. I also realized that I had let her engage in personal conversation with her friend for well over a half hour without suggesting that she get back to work...I'm sure she appreciated that, and I told myself that the little show she was giving me was her way of saying 'thank you'. Well...as luck would have it, I was rewarded for my patience and eventually, Bonnie uncrossed her legs and even leaned back at one point stretching her arms...

giving me an incredible view of her white panties as she did so. That was it!!! I stroked harder and faster, trying desperately not to show my excitement above the desk, nor an exaggerated arm movement from below. My thumb worked its magic and I felt my load rising and ultimately spilling out...no...

STREAMING out in several long spurts. I could feel its warmth and wetness against my length and belly and wondered if I had shot so much and so hard that I had overcum the tissue I had placed to protect my pants. Luckily, stealing a peek beneath the desk, realized that my tissue had held up....save a few droplets that made their way to my boxers. After a few moments...I did my best to compose myself and sat quietly taking in the sights a bit longer until I decided that it might be intriguing to call Bonnie in to the office with a silly excuse, just to have her in the room, knowing that I had just cum while peering up her skirt.

Indeed, I did. And as she stood and strode towards me I wondered if she had any idea what had just taken place. A part of me wanted her to know...and yet I knew that was inappropriate. Nonetheless, I made some lame excuse for why I wanted to see her and then, after she had left my office, her friend since left..I waited until she was out of view to rise and return to the mens room to clean myself and dispose of my cumfilled tissue.