Fantasy Short Actress Stories for Quick Fapping

[MrGhostRider]

Report finally finished and checked Shruti headed to the lift and up to the top floor. She was surprised to see that the light was on in the Manager's office. Someone was careless. She walked in, crossed to the desk and slapped the report down in the middle of the desk.

 
"Done," she said. "Remind me to tell you about the joys of Excel, Word, and Email, sometime."
 
"Thank you," said a deep voice. "I'll make a note to talk to you on those subjects. It seems that you have something on your mind you want to discuss."
 
Shruti had been in the act of turning towards the door and freedom as the Manager spoke. She gave a startled squeak and tried to turn towards him at the same time. Her feet got tangled, her right foot catching on her left ankle and she found herself sprawling at the Manager's feet.
 
Blushing and embarrassed Shruti would have been even more embarrassed if she'd realised that her short skirt had ridden up and she was flashing her panties. That embarrassment quickly came along.
 
"I'm happy to see that you can put on a smiling face," laughed the Manager, at the same time stroking that smiling face. The problem, from Shruti's point of view, was the fact that the smiling face was the standard yellow pictogram, a large circle with smile. There again, it wasn't the pictogram that was the problem, but where it was. In this case, printed on her panties. There were a number of them there but the one that the Manager was stroking was in the crotch, with the result it wasn't just her panties being stoked.
 

 
Shruti also found that she seemed to be wedged between the desk and the manager. One of them would have to move before she could get to her feet.
 
"Do you mind?" she demanded.
 
"Not at all," was the calm reply. "If you feel I need to know a bit more about modern tools I'm always prepared to listen. Am I to assume that the lack of modern tools was the reason for the delay to the report?"
 
Shruti was torn between the desire to protect her person and the knowledge that she was supposed to be polite to upper management.
 
"Partly," she said. "The girl who was supposed to be working on the report was sick and no-one told Mrs Jyothi. She only found out when she went to get the report. I was a last minute fill in as I did the report last month. And if the staff in the field would enter their data in a spreadsheet it would be a lot easier for everyone. Um, do you mind taking your hand off my panties?"
 
"You have a point. Prepare a presentation giving the advantages of doing the report via spreadsheets. You can present it to me next Monday."