I was sitting at home one Friday evening, watching the local news, waiting for Ashley to get home from work. Usually, she didn't work late, but there was a message waiting for me at home that said she would be late because one of the other workers had called in sick two days running and they had to pick up the slack.
The sports guy was just starting when the phone rang. I picked it up from the coffee table and looked at the caller ID. It was Ashley calling from her cell phone.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"Hey, honey. I need a favor."
"Sure," I answered. "Anything. What do you need?"
"Well, today went really badly. Mr. Blackwell was a complete ass, doubling my workload so he could take the new secretary into his office for more 'training.'" I could hear the quotation marks. "I just missed my bus to get home and another one won't be by for another thirty to forty-five minutes. Think you could come get me?"
"Sure thing, babe. Tell you what. You wait up in your office. I don't want you waiting outside where it's dark. I'll call you when I get downstairs."
"Okay, honey. Thanks."
I hung up the phone and grabbed my keys when I stopped. She had sounded really down. I should do something to cheer her up. Stopping to get flowers or chocolate would take too long. Besides, she needed to laugh. I snapped my fingers and ran upstairs. I hit the bedroom and peeled off my pants in a hurry. I tossed my boxers on the bed and rifled through Ashley's underwear drawer, looking for something that might fit. I tried on a couple of pairs but realized none of them would fit. I was just too much bigger than she was. Becca's on the other hand...
I ran to Becca's room and opened her underwear drawer, everything folded and stacked in neat little piles. She was funny that way. I pulled out a dark blue silk thong and pulled it on and because of her wider hips, they fit. Not the best fit in the world, but they would work.
I hustled back to our bedroom and pulled on some sweat pants, easier to pull down to show her the thong. I ran downstairs and grabbed a sweatshirt, since it was cold, and my keys and hurried out the door.
Now, I don't know about you, but I move in my seat a lot when I drive. I'm always looking around and shifting, trying to make sure I'm okay. Well, it was a totally different experience wearing silk panties under sweatpants. It felt a little funny at first, but as I kept driving, the fabric moving around in my sweats, I have to admit I was getting turned on with the soft fabric sliding across my cock with each movement. Luckily, I made most of the lights and traffic wasn't too bad as it neared seven o'clock. I pulled into the parking garage under Ashley's building and parked on the first level, right next to the elevator. I got out and, not usually wearing a thong, I had to adjust everything.
As soon as my hand hit my cock, I moaned loud enough for me to look around to see if anyone heard me. I moved everything around as fast as I could and pulled out my cell phone to tell Ashley I was downstairs. Wouldn't you know that I couldn't get reception under a few tons of concrete? I sighed and walked to the elevator, hitting the button.
I waited for about one minute for the elevator and then stepped on, hitting the button for Ashley's floor. I figured that this might be easier anyway, since this way I could help her down to the car. I whistled along with the bad muzak version of something I knew but couldn't recognize. Probably 'The Girl From Ipanema.' That's what they always play in elevators.
The elevator chimed and I stepped off, looking around but not seeing anyone. The doors shut quietly behind me and I took a step forward, still looking. Still nothing.
"Ashley! Where are you?"
From across the room, I heard "Christ! You said you were going to call! What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack? Fuck!"
