Marie had been on Dave's mind all day. Since he had first seen her that morning.
It was a glorious spring day. Warm and Sunny.
She walked into the office that morning wearing a dress, she was usually a blue jeans kind of girl which he loved about her. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places without being too tight, stopping just above the knees. Casual but classy and sexy too.
He couldn't take my eyes off her. He did his best to not be obvious, not entirely successful. Marie knew full well the effect she had on him, she had come to encourage his attentions. She also knew he was innately submissive and would do, or not do, anything she wanted.
There was a particular moment when she had stepped away from her desk but then turned back, leaning in to check something on her computer screen, hand on her keyboard, bent over at the waist. The fabric of that dress was pulled tight over that beautiful ass.
It took his breath away. He could just make out the pattern of a lacy thong underneath. It could have almost been his imagination, but it was there.
When she stood again, off to take care of something elsewhere, her eyes met his, for just a second. It was a knowing look; she was well aware what she was doing.
It ended up being a very busy day, and Dave somehow found his way to being productive. It didn't hurt that Marie was in and out of meetings. He was working on a rather complex software integration and had become deeply immersed in the task.
He looked up to realize it was late, already dark outside. The office being pretty much deserted, except for Marie, sitting at her desk looking straight at him.
"You really get in a zone when you are programming don't you!" she commented.
She was leaning back, her legs crossed. It was everything he could do to keep from staring as she spoke.
She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. Enjoying his struggle.
He was able to re-focus on her face, and realized she was smiling, looking directly at him. She had a presence about her that almost overwhelmed him and she knew it.
She crooked a finger, beckoning him over.
He didn't hesitate and moved closer, realizing his growing erection needed adjustment, but not in any position to do so with her full attention on him.
As he moved toward her, she moved her chair to the side, indicating the desk for him to leaned against, half sitting. He had his hands together in front of him half hiding his condition, trying not to be too obvious.
"It's been a long day" she commented, stretching her arms up and back, her chair leaning with her.
That dress! It pulled tight and rode up, revealing even more of her thighs, still crossed.
He very consciously kept from looking, but was taking it all in.
