16/12/2025
I work at a corporate office for a private company. The vibe is usually pretty quiet because most of our colleagues are much older. However, there’s a specific "youth corner" a separate cubicle area tucked away from everyone else where just the four of us sit, two guys and two girls. We are all unmarried and part of the younger generation here.
The seating arrangement is dangerous. The two girls sit together, facing my male colleague and me. Both of them are really pretty and usually well-dressed, but the girl sitting directly across from me, she is something else.
Because she is tall, her skirts and dresses often ride up quite a bit when she sits down. Since she sits directly opposite me, I get a front-row view of her thighs every single day. Honestly, Seeing her legs has become my only motivation to come to the office. I find myself practically drooling behind my laptop screen.
Here is where it gets interesting. Recently, I realized she knows.
She has caught me staring at her legs through the gap in the monitors several times. But instead of looking offended or pulling her skirt down, she didn’t even bother to fix her posture. She would just catch my eye, smile at her own screen, or casually start a conversation about work, acting like nothing happened.
Then, things escalated.
A few days ago, whenever the other girl left the cubicle area, the dynamic changed. She started shifting in her chair, dragging her legs and spreading them just wide enough much wider than usual. It felt intentional. She was trying to flash me. At first, I could clearly see she was wearing tight black safety shorts under her dress.
In that moment, she locked eyes with me. She saw me looking right between her legs, and she didn’t even flinch. I was the one who got shy and panicked, looking away quickly. As soon as the other girl came back, she hurried to fix her dress. But the message was received.
But here is the part that has my heart pounding.
For the past few days, I’ve noticed a change. She isn't wearing those black shorts under her skirts or gowns anymore. Now, when she wears a short dress and "accidentally" spreads her legs while we are alone... I can clearly see her panties.
She knows exactly what she is doing. This has been going on for months now, and the tension is unbearable. I have no idea what my next move should be, but I can’t stop looking.
Poster:
F.P.