A couple of months back, we got a new employee, Kirsty, in our small department. She's 26 years old, and pretty tidy, although not 'drop dead gorgeous'.

I was given the responsibility of training her up for the first few weeks and we struck up a pretty close friendship - she's been married for two years (no kids) and so I knew it was going no further than that.

Well, a couple of weeks on, Kirsty was fully trained and ready to take on her own contracts from her own work station. We work in a pretty shitty, small office, and her desk is directly in front of mine, angled slightly from the main walkway.

On her first solo shift, I noticed (purely by accident) that if I slid over to the far side of my workstation, I could see right across and under her desk. She was, on this particular occasion, wearing a loose fitting, knee-length skirt - I could see absolutely everything. I don't think I'll forget the sight to my dying day: she was wearing sheer nude coloured underwear, and I could plainly "read her lips."

I immediately had to excuse myself to toilet, where I beat my meat furiously with the image of her pussy imprinted on my brain!

Kirsty often comes to work in skirts or dresses, and these past summer months have been absolutely tremendous. Although I do feel a little guilty for being a peeping tom in this fashion.

I overheard her last week in the tea-room telling a female co-worker that in some outfits, she "goes commando" to avoid a "vpl", though I've never seen her knickerless in the office. When she heard me brewing up behind her she turned and said "sorry, ****** I didn't know you were there" and burst out laughing. I wonder if she knows???

Anyway, that's my confession. I just hope that the winter doesn't bring about a whole change in wardrobe, though it'd certainly give my poor battered cock a break from the two to three wanks I'm having per day!