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The only thing Tim knew for sure, it certainly wasn't going to be a boring week. They all looked like real sexpots. He was glad his jacket was still buttoned down as he observed them. For the second time this morning, he had real trouble controlling his growing hard-on. He adjusted his tie and asked them if they cared for some tea or coffee. Tanya answered:

"Oh, sure. I love tea. All sort of teas, actually. Indian teas, Chinese teas, even the good old office teas..."

Tara added:

"Oh, yeah! Tanya's our real tea's expert, you know. But only a few drops of cream, don't you think, Tina?"

Tina answered:

"Sure, Tara. Just enough to make it all nice and ready. Too much milking and it gets so messy. Better always make sure it doesn't cum to that".

And Tanya went:

"Oh, Tina! You know how I like it, don't you? Milk out as much cream as I want, but keep it all throbbing hot! And all it takes is a nice squeeze on the T spot right at T time, doesn't it?"

Tina replied:

"How true, Tanya! You always know just when to stop before it spurts all over, don't you? No wonder you're our tea's expert!"

Here they are with their T's again, thought Tim. And he couldn't quite make out why Tina had used the term 'milking' instead of 'milk', or the sexy way she'd pronounced the word 'come'. However he was starting to see a pattern. He asked:

"Oh, I understand you already know our tea and coffee area? Do you like it?"

Tara answered:

"Oh, no, silly! We never went there yet! I think Tanya was talking about another kind of T spot!"

All three of them started giggling. He offered to show them through to the coffee area, and they followed him. On the way back, they were walking in front of him, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to stare at their gorgeously exposed bods from behind. The complete lack of visible panty-line underneath their tight revealing clothes meant that either they wore the tiniest G-Strings, or nothing at all. More than everything, Tanya's jeans were shredded everywhere even over her bum. They clearly revealed she was just as sun-tanned over there, and left little possibility for her wearing anything else underneath. As she wiggled her ass inside her skin-tight jeans, it looked as it would rip through the thin faded denim any moment. Tim's cock rose fully erect at the sight, despite all his attempts at self-control. Tara turned her head and asked him:

"Tim, don't you feel hot wearing your jacket on such a warm day?"

He stuttered:

"W-well, you know, what with the air conditioning, I'm actually feeling a bit cold..."

Tim was actually starting to sweat from all the arousal and tension he felt in their company. He was glad to reach his desk and sit down. At last, he could take off his jacket without making his predicament too obvious.

Tanya sat down at her desk across from him. His gaze kept drifting away from his screen to look at her. From where he sat, he could see under her desk right up to her crotch. He gasped at the way the skin-tight paper-thin denim outlined every detail of her pussy lips. He would have sworn he could even see the dampness showing through. Seemingly absorbed by whatever was on her screen, she kept rubbing her thighs together. Tim tried to concentrate on his work and let his hard-on subside. But he couldn't help his eyes from turning back to her, sitting there in her sexy jeans and stiletto heels. Despite all his efforts, his erection would never reach less than half-mast position.

It was close to lunchtime when she let her right sandal slowly dangle out until it dropped to the floor. Her naked right foot was now massaging the left one, still encased in its devilishly sexy stiletto. At first, she was massaging the upper side. Then her foot went down the side of the sandal and she grabbed the stiletto heel between her toes. She started slowly rubbing her toes up and down the heel. Tim watched as hypnotized. His hard-on was now totally beyond control. He looked up and blushed when he met Tanya's gaze. She was looking right at him. He thought "God, she must have noticed I was watching her!". She smiled triumphantly, lowered her gaze to look under his desk, and licked her lips lusciously. This made him realize she had as good a view of him as he had of her. She certainly could see the full extent of his predicament, making a throbbing tent pole through his trousers.

At that point, the other team members called over for lunch. Tara and Tina got up to follow them, while Tanya said she'd already had enough calories at breakfast. She asked Tara to bring her a diet lollipop. She didn't mention the fact that her perfectly balanced figure most certainly didn't need such precaution.

As for Tim, there was no way he could stand up in the state he was in. And he was curious to see how far Tanya would go with her little heel game. He told them he had some work to finish and would try and join them later. That left Tim and Tanya alone in the office. As she went on rubbing her heel between her toes, the little sexpot kept licking her lips and looking at his crotch. The effect this had on Tim was incredible. He thought how it would feel if her toes were doing to his burning shaft the same vicious massage as to her heel. He almost felt as if she were masturbating him right from across her desk, playing mind games with his helpless erection. When she increased the pace of her rubbing, concentrating on the tip of her heel, he felt he would go over the top. Out of the side of his eyes, he saw her hands grab the belt of her jeans, tugging the fabric even tighter as it rubbed over her pussy lips. He looked up and saw her close her eyes as she seemingly enjoyed a potent orgasm.

Tanya slipped her sandal back on, and resumed work as if nothing had happened. After a few moments, she called over to him:

"Tim, I think there's a problem with my PC. Could you cum over and have a look?"

Tim hesitated for a second. His erection was still helplessly straining against his trousers, and he had no way to hide it. But after what had just happened, he thought "What the hell! Anyway she must've already noticed". He got up and walked over to her desk. Standing to her left, he asked her what the problem was. She said:

"Well, I got this message there. It says it can't find a library or something. Do you think my PC's broken already?"

Tim looked at her screen and replied:

"Oh, I see. It's missing some DLL. Let's try and find it. Don't worry, it's not broken. It's just a software problem."

Focusing her gaze on the tent pole bulge that extended down his thigh, Tanya commented:

"Well, Tim! It certainly doesn't look like a software problem you have down there! Does watching me scratch my toes have such effect on you, or what? It was all very innocent, you know, they were just a little itchy... Don't tell me you thought otherwise, uh? Or is it that you have a little foot fetish?"

Tim's faced turned bright red. He stuttered:

"W-Well, Tanya, I admit I find you extremely attractive, you know. I even think you're the most sexy girl I've ever met! I don't use to be so direct, but I'd really love to have a date with you."

Tanya replied:

"Oh, Tim, that's so sweet! You know, I find you attractive too. Those Versace trousers suit you quite well, you know? I like the soft look of that thin cotton fabric. It must feel so good!"

She reached over to his inner thigh and started feeling the material. Tim couldn't help his erection from throbbing at the proximity of her hand. Tanya watched as the outline became even more obvious. Drops of precum had started to leak from his cock-head, forming a telltale wet spot where it strained against the thin material. Tanya licked her lips and said:

"Wow, Tim, you impress me! Your trousers really don't leave much to the imagination. You're not wearing anything underneath, are you?"

Tim blushed and stuttered:

"W-well, I didn't know it was so obvious... It's just that ... I like the feeling of freedom, you know?"

Tanya replied:

"Oh, I can understand! I never wear any panties either, you know? So sexy, so practical... Well, that gets you off to a good start. I want my dates to be like that all the time. It makes them so ... available. "

Tanya crossed her legs, causing the tip of her heel to graze over Tim's knee. Still feathering her fingers over his inner thigh, her other hand started playing with her anklet. Tim intently looked at the string of heart and letters again, but he still couldn't get the meaning. Tanya went on:

"You know, Tim, if you want to earn that date, you'll have to dress even nicer. I expect my dates to look really top, you know. Let me call my friend Trisha. She's got a fashion boutique. We'll see if she can arrange something for you..."

Tanya reached for her mobile and dialled a number.

"Hi, Trisha? It's Tanya. You know, I've got Tim here. He'd really like a nice sexy suit to go on a date... And one he can wear at work as well... You know how I like them, don't you? Could he cum by this evening? ... Oh, yes, great! Ok, that'll be 6 PM then!"

She turned back to Tim and said:

"Lucky you! They're open late tonight, so you can go straight after work. Here, take her card."

She handed him a business card that said "T's Fashion". The address was quite close to the office, so it would be easy for him to be there on time. He looked at the logo, an heart with two curly T's inside, and replied:

"OK! Anything for a date with you, Tanya! Just tell me, your anklet, it's got a lot of T's and hearts in there as well. Has it got something to do with this shop? I'm really curious about the meaning?"

Tanya giggled as she resumed playing with her anklet:

"Oh, Tim, isn't it obvious? It's just a little rebus, you know. An I, an heart, a T, a T, can't you see what it means?"

Tim thought for a moment... Heart, like love... I love... Two T's... All these T's finally starting to make sense... He hesitated:

"Does that mean that you love to ... tease?"

Tanya laughed:

"That's a smart boy! You've got it exactly right, Tim! Me and my friends are real little cock-teasers, you know? Tell me, Tim, do you like your cock being teased?"

As she emphasized the word "cock", her fingers grabbed the tip of his erection and started slowly massaging it through his trousers. The expert sexpot knew exactly what she was doing. She stroked the head of his cock between three fingers, her thumb rubbing over the topside, her index playing with the tip, while her long middle fingernail raked the sensitive area on the underside. On top of his already intense arousal, she knew the devastating effect it was having on him. In just a few strokes, she already had him on the brink of cumming. As he gasped for breath, she commented:

"You know what, Tim? Your lack of underwear makes you so vulnerable... You should be careful, accidents can easily happen..."

Stricken by panic at the thought of messing his trousers right there in the office, he pleaded:

"Oooh, Tanya, pl-please!"

As she relentlessly brought him ever closer to the brink, Tanya replied:

"Please? Please what, Tim? Is it that you want relief so badly?"

Tim found it hard to speak as Tanya's manipulations had him moan with arousal:

"N-No... Oooh! Y-yes... It's just that... Oooh, God! Not here, I mean! Not in my... Aaaah! Please!"

Tanya teased:

"Oh, you mean, not in your ... trousers? It would be quite a mess, wouldn't it? Not a piece of underwear to give you any protection! Oh, I find it so sexy, you know. Tell me, Tim, do you really want me to stop? You seem to enjoy what I'm doing, don't you?"

Her expert fingers were now feathering his cockhead, keeping him hovering on the very edge. Her other hand started massaging her pussy through her jeans as she said:

"Oooh, Tim! You make me so hot! I think I'm going to cum!"

Tanya resumed her devastating handjob, her middle fingernail purposely raking the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Her expert strokes nearly had him past the point of no return. At the mercy of her tantalizing fingers, all he could do was moan helplessly. He was on the brink of creaming his trousers, and was unable to do anything about it. He stuttered:

"Aaah! Ta-Tanya! Oooh! Pl-please! N-No! Aaaah! I can't resist... Ooooh! I'm about to... Aa-aaah!"

Her stroking turned even more insistent as she replied:

"Oh, Tim, are you trying to tell me you're about to cum? You want that, don't you? Oh, yes, I can feel it! It's all ready to burst! But you're going to wet your trousers, you know that?"

The expert action of her fingernail was sending sensory waves through his every nerve ending. All he could do was moan:

"Ooooh! T-Tanya! N-N-Ooooh-aaaah!"

Tanya felt a telltale twitching inside his cock. The expert sexpot knew his orgasm was impending. One more stroke would have him tip over the edge. She suddenly stopped her manipulations, tightening her grip on the head of his cock to contain the desperate throbbing. Meanwhile, her other hand was rubbing her pussy at an increased pace. Tim watched her close her eyes as she exploded in another orgasm.

Tanya opened her eyes. She released her grip and looked at his bulging erection. She commented:

"Wow, Tim! Looks like it was close, wasn't it? You were just about to let me make a soaking mess out of your Versace trousers, uh? Gee! That would have been fun!"

Her index finger wiped the glob of precum that had filtered through the thin fabric. She put it to her mouth and started licking it. She said:

"Yum! It tastes so good, you know, Tim!"

Tina and Tara chose this moment to come back from lunch. Tim tried to hide his predicament by moving behind Tanya's screen, but they both came over to her desk, bringing the lollipop she had asked for. Their gaze went straight down to Tim's protruding hard-on. Tara commented:

"My, Tim! You seem to have been enjoying yourself! I hope we are not interrupting anything!"

Still gazing at his crotch, Tina licked her lips and added:

"Oh, Tanya, those drops of cream! You had him pretty close, uh? You weren't about to give him the T spot treatment, were you?"

Tanya unwrapped her lollipop and proceeded to lick it in the most suggestive way. She answered:

"Oh, no, Tina! It was just a little tease, you know. Everything cums to him who waits, doesn't it?"

Tim still didn't have a clue what their T spot gibberish was about. But he now knew it had to do with their relentless teasing. Tanya said:

"Actually, Tim was here to fix a problem with my PC. A software problem, that is. So, Tim, is there a fix for it?"

Tina and Tara went back to their desks. Tim proceeded to look for the missing DLL that had started it all. The Find File command didn't return anything, and he asked Tanya if anything else had happened before that. She replied:

"Well, when I think of it, there was this strange message about the recycle bin..."

Tim looked and found the missing file was indeed there. He could have sworn the little teaser had put it there on purpose. He restored it to its original location, and checked the application was now working fine. Tanya thanked him cheerfully:

"Oh, Tim, thanks! You're a real expert! Now, don't forget your appointment this evening, uh? Oh, there's one more thing I have to ask of you..."

Tim said:

"Yes, Tanya?"

Looking down at his rock-hard cock, she slowly slurped her luscious lips back and forth over her lollipop before answering:

"Please keep it for me, Tim, keep it all for our date!"

He answered:

"OK, Tanya, I promise. You know I'll do anything for that date, don't you?"

Tanya smiled and Tim limped back clumsily to his desk, trying to hide his predicament as best as he could

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