A Helping Hand

Sitting at my desk, head in my hands, massaging my temples, wishing I could be just about anywhere else in the world but where I am, the only thing I could think about was the horrible headache I had managed to acquire throughout the day.

I turned and managed a weak smile as J approached my desk. "You look tired Little Lady, you should go get some rest," he placed his hand on my right shoulder and leaned down to look into my eyes.

"Oh, I'm ok..... I won't be able to get out of here today until I get that schematic squared away," pointing at the pile of papers hanging in the corner of my cubicle, I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"No, I'm serious, I've never seen you look so warn out. It's not good for you," by now he had spun my chair around and begun massaging my shoulders. His intentions were to relax me, instead I was getting horny. My erect nipples were visibly noticeable through the thin material of my blouse.

"I really can't [J], if I don't get that mess fixed I'll be in deep shit," the massage was feeling sooooo good, I didn't want him to stop. I leaned my head back and looked up at him, he was staring at my nipples, the desire unmistakable in his eyes.

"I'll finish it." His hands slip down the front of my arms, fingers brushing the sides of my breasts. "Just fill me in on what needs to be done yet. I'll let [the boss man] know I'm going to help you out, I don't have a deadline yet."

J will never know just how grateful I was at that moment. All I could think about was climbing into bed and getting some sleep. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and hugged him, thanking him, he did not let go immediately. Nor did I mind.

I was still horny.