The girls from the office, Gather around, With giggles they whisper, About the evidence found. Black lace panties, Were found in his drawer, By mistake in the looking, A giddy secret forborn..... For about five minutes, 'Til it was leaked, To the girl next to me, A blush on her cheek. Why is she blushing? It wasn't her in the room, With him and a blindfold, And all clothes roughly strewn. The memory invades me, I can't help but melt, Oh my..I'm so hot! I'll have to fix it myself. I snatch my bag and walk, With a murmer about powder, Discretely I am followed, But the giggles grow no louder. For the girls don't see, The male shadow behind me, So wrapped up in gossip, They all gather blindly. I let the door close behind me, And what's that? A click! I turn..you stand there, This will have to be quick! With pa**ion I press myself, Into your arms, Powerless to even think, Of rejecting your charms. You kiss me, then suddenly, You turn me around, In seconds I find, My hands are bound. I feel cold tiles, As you lift my skirt, My breathing is heavy, Your beautiful hands are at work. It happened so easily, The thrumming, the climb, A climax of feeling, A release so sublime. Love washes over me, My heart slowing its pace, A peaceful, glowing smile Spreads over my face. You hold up before me, Black lace panties in a pinch, You whisper..... 'I think these are yours Ms Honeytip'