It’s the general consensus that accountants are a staid and boring bunch. You know, that is mostly pretty accurate. It’s not an exciting sexy job ninety-nine percent of the time. I work for a large company, on the twenty-fourth floor, in an office tower in Toronto, right in the middle of the financial district. I’m a Junior Partner so I do get an office, which is nice. I can look out at the city through the floor to ceiling glass windows, and out at the bustling office through similar windows on the inside. I could see into the offices on either side of me too, but there are blinds that they keep permanently closed.Normally I do my work and head home not much after seven or eight in the evening. I put in long days, partly to get noticed and partly because I just like to do a good job. Oh, I haven’t told you anything about me, have I? Well my name is Daisy and I started out wanting to be a writer. I went to school to learn creative writing, but then I chickened out and got myself through another bunch of courses and landed a job with the firm I am still part of. I’m 33. I’m a girl, although the Daisy part probably gave that away. I tend to dress a little less conservatively than most of the Partners here. Not too slutty or anything, but my skirts are a little shorter, my cleavage is a little more obvious, my clothes are all a little tighter, you know what I mean. I’m the kind of girl you notice around an office. I think I’m reasonably pretty. I have nice boobs. I walk with a sway. All those things. Oh, yes, I’m also bi-sexual. Yes, really! I tend to notice the girls around the office more than the guys. Guys are easy. Any girl knows what I mean by that. But finding a girl that is interested in a fun physical relationship with another girl is a lot tougher. So I’m always looking.Oh, to round out the wardrobe, all my undies are from Agent Provocateur in England. I order them online, and then if they feel good I order a bunch more of the same style in colours. I have a knicker drawer that covers an entire closet in esat escort my condo. I have undies for every possible occasion. Many days I’m just really sorry that I have to cover them up with clothes. So, I also wore to the office, holdup stockings to go with slightly too high heels, tiny panties and thin bras. Now if that doesn’t get me an Agent Provocateur sponsorship deal then I don’t know what will. Well, maybe posing in them? I may have to try that later.But this isn’t what I want to share with all of you. It’s really last weekend when I had to deal with an account for a company from Dubai. The idea was that I would accumulate all the data in Toronto from the three Senior Partners who have been working with this client company in London, Paris and Lisbon. Speaking from experience, that never works the way you want it to. Plus, I had to have everything tidied up and processed and back to them, as well as the client, by end of day on Sunday. So I wasn’t expecting to have much free time. But it was worse than that.I got a call from London at four on Friday afternoon that the Partner’s wife had gone into labour, so he was no longer available. Neither Partner in Paris or Lisbon could take on the work, and since I knew the account best after them it was going to be up to me to fill in. His assistant would send everything over on our secure servers, and she would let me know when it was ready for me. Now, that may not sound like a big issue, but it meant that I was stuck at the office. Our security around client data is really strict. To the point where you have to have major security clearance to get onto our floor of the building. That was the only place I could access the servers, so I was going to have to sit at the office until the files arrived. Ah, well. All in a weekend’s work I suppose.By around eight that evening nothing had come in. I couldn’t get a response from London or Paris or Lisbon so I briefly considered going home. Only briefly, because I would barely have enough etimesgut escort bayan time to do the work if it came in right now. So I called out and ordered some Thai food to be delivered to the security desk in the lobby. Then I could convince them to bring it up to me, although even they weren’t allowed out of the elevator. I wandered around for a bit and ended up in the kitchen area. I remembered that there were a few nice bottles of wine in the cupboard that were kept on hand for client events, so I opened it up and pulled out a bottle of red that looked ideal for a late night at the office. This is the point at which someone points out that every bottle of red is good for a late night at the office. I pulled the cork and took it back to my office with a glass.What a sad life I thought staring out of my window. I stood up and looked down at all the people scurrying about and me here all alone. Then the phone rang. I gave my OK for the delivery guy to leave the food and then flirted with the security guard until she agreed to bring it up for me. Now if any of you are getting ideas, no she is not my type. I didn’t want to get her up here to seduce her. First she was huge and incredibly muscled, second she was in her late fifties and I really wasn’t in the mood for an older woman …. Although some days ……I picked up the food when the elevator doors opened. I almost lifted up my skirt to flash her, but I decided against it. Even though she couldn’t have done a thing. One step through those open doors without a pass on your belt and there would be more armed security from a different company in there than surrounds your average President on a state visit.I went to the kitchen and dumped a bunch of food onto a plate and took it back to my desk. I wasn’t watching TV in there. It’s all firewall covered systems so the best I could do was watch a few videos on my phone. I really have to get one with a larger screen for these occasions.Now, it’s gone midnight. I’ve eaten as Escort etlik much as I can stand. I’ve had two and a half glasses of wine which is enough to get me a bit tipsy but not enough that I can’t shake it off and start to work when needed. But the tipsy part is getting me a bit excited. Every time I see a little tiny girl walk across the screen of my phone I feel my hand move, unbidden, toward the crotch of my panties, which is so thin as to be almost invisible. When I do touch myself I can feel how wet I’m getting, just sitting here doing nothing. I’m not kidding people when I say I am a very sexual being.I think it’s time to give up pretending at that point. I’m stuck here all alone so, given how I feel, the only person who is going to get me off is me. Now normally when I play I do like to have a toy or two at hand, but here there is only my own fingers. So I do what any good accountant would do. I get down to the essentials. I took off my skirt and folded it on my desk, then my shirt and folded it too. I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of my office door. Whoa! I would definitely do me given the opportunity. What as shame no-one was watching from outside the twenty-fourth Floor. That Agent Provocateur lingerie is worth every dime.I sat back down in my chair and put my right leg up on the desk spreading my left leg as far as I could and still be comfortable. I leaned my chair back and slipped my right hand into the left cup of my bra. My nipple was perfectly hard. I slid my breast out of the bra and pushed the cup underneath. Then using my left hand I did the same with my right. I rubbed in circles around my nipples brushing my fingers across them as I did. This was starting to be an okay idea. I could feel myself getting wetter. Then I closed my eyes and went to my favourite fantasy girl.Sorry if any of you think that this is a break in the action, but I should tell you who was inside my head now. There is a burlesque dancer in Toronto who uses the stage name of Red Herring, not terribly flattering I think, or A Professional Distraction. I had met her once by accident when she was working as a receptionist for a company that I had to meet with. She oozed sexuality. She is really gorgeous as far as her face goes. Some people might find her a little too curvy but she was perfect for me.