He pressed his chest against me from behind, and I started to feel a stiffening in my pants. His fingers danced across my computer keyboard like a piano, noticeable only in the brief pause between each click of a button. But then he started to slower his pace, each keystroke sounding more palpably erotic the longer he went on. His inner thigh pressed against my own as he leaned in, and I found myself pushing deeper into the cushion of my chair with each rising keystroke.