I almost didn't recognize him as he was walking fast, head down, obviously deep in thought about something. At first I thought he was just going to walk right on by but then he stopped suddenly and turned to me and said “Come on in to my office, I’ve been waiting for you.” My heart skipped a beat or two as I wondered if I was about to get fired. I was suddenly very aware of my attire, and he didn’t even seem to notice! Pat was a handsome 40ish, stayed in good shape, and carried himself with such a calm assurance it was intimidating, to say the least.
As I followed him to his office I checked my bra and dress, as if it would help. Much to my dismay I brushed against my nipples as I adjusted my bra and they became even more erect and harder to keep covered. I had almost forgotten that I was not wearing panties until he opened the door and I felt the cool breeze of his air-conditioned office blowing up my dress and across my already hypersensitive pussy. I passed a full length mirror on the wall and was reminded how short this dress was. It couldn’t have hung more than 2 inches below my ass.
He led me to a sitting area and gestured to a loveseat, obviously wanting me to sit down. I approached it cautiously, remembering the incident earlier today, and sat down as calmly and ladylike as I could. I could feel my dress sliding up over my ass as I sat down, the cool of the leather tickling my pussy. I could feel the pulse in my neck quicken as he walked over and sat across from me and laid some paperwork on the low coffee table between us. He asked me to look it over and explain the figures to him. As I scooted forward, trying to keep my legs together I could feel the hem of my dress slipping from under my ass. Even though my legs were together the hem of my dress was too high now to even cover my smooth shaved mound. Now he was noticing! He just kind of watched me with this little grin. He was so relaxed about it I couldn’t help but giggle. I decided to just relax and let him enjoy himself at my expense, not that I really minded.
As I leaned over the table to look at the paperwork I could feel his eyes devouring my exposed breasts, my nipples seemed to be trying desperately to free themselves of my bra.
I was really curious why he was having me do this; he was more than able to understand these figures himself. |