OFFICE FUN 2: It Starts

Like all my stories, this is a story with sex and not a hard-core porn story.

CHAPTER TWO: IT STARTS

He told me to think about it over the weekend. Think about it? It was like he thought I might not after suggesting such a thing to me late Friday. And, just what else was I going to think about? Nothing else. As Sunday evening came, I wondered if I had thought about anything all weekend except for his suggestion, his proposal. The words rang in my head all weekend, “What if … just a what if … you were to fuck all the guys, suck them off, dress sexy and tease them.”

My mind spun around on the same questions: Could that even work? How would it work? Could I do that? Is that what I think I need now?

All the while I knew it was the most exciting idea I had ever heard. The girls were out of the house, I had a new job with a bunch of great guys in a small company, and I was wanting to discover a life I had always been denied. My sexual response to fucking Bob had been the confirming exclamation point if I ever needed one.

When I walked into the office Monday morning, I didn’t know if I had consciously made a definitive decision in my mind. I dressed for work like I almost always did: conservative blouse, knee-length skirt, pantyhose, bra and panties (not necessarily matched), and low-heeled shoes. I greeted those who were already in the office as I always did. Nothing outwardly could have seemed different that morning. Inwardly, though, it was as if I was moving on some kind of cruise control. I don’t know that I could have even verified that I saw all the traffic lights or stop signs along my route from home.

It was the same as I entered my workstation, dropped my purse and lunch, turned the computer on, took my phone off automatic messaging, leaned over the back edge and started the copier and printer. Then, without a thought I was in the doorway of Bob’s office, softly rapping on the open door.

“Bob, can we talk?”

He smiled, “Of course. Should the door be closed, or … won’t that be necessary?”

I turned without response and closed his door. We might be informal in the office, but if a door is closed it is treated as private. I stood for a moment with my hand on the doorknob, then turned and took the same chair I had used Friday. Neither of us said anything for a few moments. It could have been very awkward but he was very patient.

“Bob … I thought of nothing else all weekend. You know …” He nodded. Yes, he knew and he had probably been holding his breath all weekend. On the one hand, he was probably wondering what I might decide, and on the other hand, hoping he didn’t drive me away from the company.

I peeked at him and he saw it. He beat me, apparently not able to be that patient in silence. “Patty, I shouldn’t have said what I did. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to leave because I made a stupid suggestion that rose from you confiding in me your deepest desires. I was out-of-line.”

He thought my quiet was because I was upset; that I was disappointed in him? “Bob, no, no … my response is YES, but there are things I … we … have to understand.”

He looked back in amazement. He had prepared himself for anger and retribution. I said, yes, though. He was still wrapping his head around the answer. He looked at me carefully as if he was trying to verify what his ears told him. I nodded and smiled.

He recovered admirably. “What understandings? You think you can do this?”

I smiled, diverting my eyes as I blushed intensely. “Do I think I can do this? I don’t honestly know. What I do know is that I WANT to do this. You know my story now, Bob. Yes, I confided in you my deepest desires that night. I liked that night, Bob. Not just the fuck, though it truly was amazing, but that I chose to do it. I realized I needed to do it. It had been a long time and the experience I had was limited, but you also know I am hungry for more experiences.” I smiled shyly, “As you said, better here than strangers from bars.”

His smile was broad and the confident, controlled president was back. I just knew he would support me in everything. I also had confidence that once we really began he would challenge and push me to experience more and more. It was what I confided in him, which drew all this out into his proposal last Friday. We discussed the questions of how in an office the idea could work. Who would be involved, how is it would be controlled? The office is so small, it isn’t as if something like this could be hidden for long. There were five managers in the office, four guys up front, Bill Clancy as a manager in the shop, and the 20 guys working in the shop. What were we even talking about? The idea is exciting, but how could it be practical, manageable? There were a lot of questions.

Bob was a problem-solver, though, it was how a small company like us competed in a larger market. He saw opportunities and how someone like us with flexibility and speed could take advantage of those opportunities when a larger company was still trying to see the opportunity. He was sitting in his classic ‘Bob thinking’ pose, as we called it. Turned slightly to the side, his fingers steepled to his lips, his eyes focused on something far off through the window.

He turned to me, “We start small and work it out as we go. At some point, you’re right, it will be too much to control and we have to manage it with rules and understandings. If you’re willing, let’s start out just between us as a teaser for what will come. Before we extend it. I will have to have private, confidential conversations. I suppose there is still the risk of harassment claims even with the guys.” I nodded. I was putting myself in his hands. I suddenly saw this as a great risk for him like for me. I could go somewhere else for a job and he would protect me even if the company was slapped with a harassment claim. Or, he could settle it and I would still be here. But, the company was his and the risk was to the company in any claim.

“Whatever you think, Bob.”

“Oh, my dear, be careful. You might not believe how I might think.” I laughed with him. It was interesting. In that moment, I knew I was past the self-doubts. Whatever his thoughts might come to, I wanted to experience things.

“I’m trusting you, Bob. How’s that for a downer? I’m putting my trust in the guy who loved his wife the way you did.” He smiled. I could see it in his eyes, touché. I called his bluff and he knew it.

“Are you ready?”

“Now?”

“Why wait? Maybe you want to lock that door now.” He watched me intently, studying my eyes, facial reaction, body reaction. I stood and moved to the door. I stopped at the door with my fingers at the knob. Seconds ticked by as I stood there. My fingers turned the lock and I returned to the chair. His hand came up to stop me from sitting. “What did you call it last Friday?” An office toy, I responded. “Yes, I like that. Let’s see what we have here, then.”

I put my arms out and turned slowly in a circle where I stood. He smiled. “Yes, very nice, but I meant really see. Remove your blouse, Patty.”

I sucked in air with a gasp. He really was starting. My hands were shaking and it felt like my knees might collapse, but my heart was racing with excitement and instantly I felt wetness between my thighs in my pussy lips. My shaking fingers moved to the top button and they worked down the front of my blouse until I had to pulled the blouse from my skirt to finish unbuttoning it. My blouse was fully open and my hands moved to pull it off my shoulders and down my arms. I dropped it onto the adjacent chair. On my own, I turned around, again, for his appraisal.

“Yes, very nice, Patty. Remember, though, I’ve seen you naked, already.”

“Yes … but not in your office. You can’t believe the difference it feels for me.”

He smiled reassuringly. “Now, your skirt.”

My fingers were shaking again as they worked the clasp and zipper at the side. I glanced at him, saw him watching intently, and pushed the garment over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and dropped it on the chair. Again, I turned around for him. I was standing in my bra, pantyhose, and panties. I had kicked my shoes off with my skirt.

“Pantyhose. You had pantyhose on last Wednesday, too.” I nodded. It was all I wore. “That won’t do, Patty. Pantyhose isn’t sexy. Take them off.” He opened his desk drawer and came out with scissors. “Cut them up as a ritualistic commitment to never again wear them.”

I even smiled as I did as he said. I pushed the pantyhose down, having to sit to remove them from my feet. As I lifted one foot, then the other, I was sure he could see the wetness on the gusset of my panties. I stood and cut the pantyhose into small pieces, dropping them into his wastebasket in the process. I stood in my bra and panties. The panties were cotton briefs and the bra was a basic soft cup. I knew what he was going to say before he did.

He was shaking his head, “Not sexy, Patty. You are, don’t get me wrong, but we can’t be having you running around her in bra and panties and not having them be sexy.” Running around in my bra and panties? “Is that what you own?” I nodded. I’ve been divorced and being a mom for five years. “We’re going to take care of that today. I know some shops at the mall my wife loved and frequented. If they are still there. I’ll check.”

“Bob, I can’t … I mean, I can’t afford to change out my whole wardrobe.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to. I buy you some new things, then if you decide to continue, I’ll give you a credit card to use for more and other expenses resulting from what the guys might suggest.