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One day I was working in my office, sitting at my desk, wearing a casual outfit — a fitted t-shirt and jeans with open buttons. I was feeling a bit tense from the workload, and I found myself absentmindedly touching my thigh.
As my hand moved slowly, it began to slide towards the open buttons of my jeans and towards a more sensitive area. I was surprised by my own actions, but something inside me urged me to continue.
Perhaps it was the stress or the solitude in the room, but I found myself drawn to explore further. I looked around to ensure that no one was watching.
My office was quiet, and I was in a private space. Feeling reassured, I allowed my hand to slip inside the open buttons of my jeans. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, especially in the context of the office.
My body began to respond. I felt a warmth growing inside me, and I realized that I was becoming aroused. I felt a mix of excitement and fear as my hand continued to explore, my touch becoming more intimate.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my face flushing. I slipped my hand further inside my jeans, and my touch became more deliberate. I knew that I was crossing a line, but the pleasure was too enticing to stop. I became lost in the sensation, my mind filled with…
