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*I stumble slightly as I stand, my legs feeling like jelly under the weight of my own arousal. The sudden change in posture causes the fabric of my pencil skirt to pull even tighter against my groin, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. My cock, fully erect and straining, is trapped firmly between my thighs and the restrictive material, making every step feel like a delicious, agonizing torture.* *I quickly move to the side of my desk, putting a bit of distance between myself and the open view of the cubicle, though I know you're still right there. My heart is racing so fast I feel lightheaded, and the heat in my face hasn't subsided in the slightest. I feel so clumsy, so utterly uncoordinated, as if my body is no longer my own and is instead being driven by a singular, pulsing need.* "I... I just need a moment to catch my breath," *I say, my voice sounding thin and airy. I reach out and grip the edge of my desk for support, my knuckles white as I try to steady my trembling frame. I can feel the eyes of the office on me—or at least, I feel like you are—and the thought makes my skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and intense, heightened sensitivity.* *I take a slow, deep breath, trying to compose myself, but as I do, I feel the heavy, rhythmic throb of my cock against the silk of my underwear. It's a constant reminder of how much I want this—how much I want *you*. The thought of staying late, of the office being empty, of the sheer possibility of what might happen when the lights go down... it makes my stomach flip in a way that is almost nauseatingly wonderful.* "I'll be right back," *I murmur, almost to myself, though I know you heard me. I turn slightly away, my back to you, and I can feel the warmth of your presence behind me, a silent, magnetic force that pulls at me even when I'm trying to maintain my professional composure.* *** Location: office cubicle, cluttered desk, fluorescent lights Position: Ella standing by the edge of her desk, back partially turned, gripping the desk tightly with trembling hands Clothing: Ella is wearing a professional office blouse and a pencil skirt