A Snippet of Thumbtacks

 I've always had a thing for office supplies and really wanted to do a story geared towards that particular fetish. This is what I came up with and Brie and Tyler were a lot of fun to write! Thanks for reading!
Thumbtacks
"So, which one do we want?" Brie drew the eraser tip of a pencil across her lush bottom lip, rolling it in between her fingers. Tyler tried not to tense or pull her coat collar back from her throat. A slow boil of heat made her wet and aroused just by the visual stimulation and eagerness had her stuffing her hands in her coat pockets like an ashamed school boy.
  Tyler's gaze skittered across her co-worker's features as if she were afraid if she looked too long she would give in to her lustful cravings. Brie wasn't helping by drawing attention to her luscious mouth that would look perfect locked onto Tyler's nipple. Their gazes connected. Brie's eyes were suggestive all the time, but she acted like a woman who just didn't understand she was a walking billboard for sex. Her eyes were a light green like the skin of a Granny Smith apple flecked with gold and the long, extra large kid's pencil she shoved in her scarlet hair to keep it in a bun never failed to capture Tyler's attention. Every day it was a new pencil. Today there were multicolored hearts with a rainbow eraser. What would it be like to do luscious acts with that long, firm piece of wood? Barely breathing, Tyler crossed her arms tight hoping to draw attention away from her hard, aching nipples.
  "I think the laser printer with the large paper capacity and fold out tray would be handy to have around the office. Optional color is something most of the staff have never seen before and it'll help with Power Point print outs and graphing."
  Thank god. When she found her voice it only came out slightly tremulous.
  "Whatever you think is best."
  When Brie deferred to her like this her pulse roared in her ears. Her co-worker's melodious voice was soft, like a Disney princess, and it awoke in her a feeling of longing that Tyler hadn't known existed. It was a fight to hold back the thought of that voice lost in orgasm, crying out her name. So many fantasies sifted through her mind. Greed grasped onto her lust until nothing else made sense but burying her face in those perky, milky white breasts and opening up a sexual self that had been lost through all the late nights and early days at the office. Dominant, power hungry thoughts that had never entered her mind until she met this woman—and now she couldn't seem to stop them. Caught in minute-by-minute fantasies, until her flesh burned with a blush that made her throat tight. Now Tyler's fingers tensed into fists. Better to keep her hands from pulling back into all that gorgeous, scarlet hair until Brie whimpered in pleasure and the over-sized pencil of the day hit the floor. It wasn't polite to maul someone in public.
  Tyler walked up to the counter to ask a pimple faced teenager to bring out the offending technological equipment and load it into the company van. Part of her didn't know if she could go through with the rest. A day like any other in a work week. Brie in the office supply store with her petite fingers working around a long alphabetical steno pad list of wants and needs. But this time it would be too much. Tyler avoided making eye contact with her companion and focused on the shelves. Her pulse jumped when she hit a jackpot. She was already caught up in the act of discovery, an intimate moment. Face-to-face with the rush of finding a purple three ring binder whose supple plastic cover made her shudder as she stroked it. While Brie's curious gaze watched her blink rapidly and bite the inside of her cheek. Her co-worker's gaze slide over her skin like molten lava that would never cool. Every time Tyler gave herself up she was lost.
  Maybe this would be the day she slammed back little miss secretary's shoulders into the shuddering metal racks of supplies. To rip open her blouse to expose the sexy plain white silk bra Tyler knew lay beneath the secretarial uniform and that would subtly showcase the outline of her small, rose nipples. (She'd seen her wear the bra once in the woman's bathroom when Brie had spilled coffee all over her blouse.) To hold onto her composure before she snapped—which became increasingly harder to do and she didn't know why she went on these shopping trips anymore.
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