Due to some feedback I have received about the last installment of this series, I must explain that this is not an ongoing story. Each chapter will describe different scenarios that I have fantasized being part of. With that said…let the next one begin!
I decided to take the job. Much like most of my summers working, I expected nothing more than just a menial experience. Thankfully, this summer was a little different. Instead of working as a “sales associate” in a retail environment, I took a position as a secretary to a big engineering firm. Granted, I was not going to have hands on experience like the one I would have enjoyed, but at least I was getting my foot in the door.
My alarm screeched at 7:00 and I promptly hit the snooze button. More than anything, I just wanted to stay in my comfortable sheets and pretend that the morning sunlight was nothing more than a night street lamp. I evidently could not except the fact and dragged my body out of bed. The night before had been long. I had been out with a few friends at the bar hoping to find someone to entertain my thoughts, but unfortunately I had no such luck.
Looking in the mirror, I could see that my light brown hair that was straight when I got home transformed itself into a slight messy curl during my sleepless escapades of the night hours. My face still glistened from the golden powder I had used. As I looked a little farther south, I found my breasts positioned quite nicely in the cuplike shape of my black mesh babydoll. Even though I had no one to show it off for, I loved wearing it. The feeling of satin against my skin made me feel extremely sexy and gave me a somewhat confident step as I headed to the shower. I turned on the water and quickly shed my sleepwear.
Steam rose about the sliding glass doors indicating hot water had arrived. I adjusted the nozzle and stepped in. The feeling of the warm liquid against my shoulder was invigorating. My nipples stiffened rapidly as goose bumps ran down my arms. I longed for human contact. I stood there a few minutes imagining strong hands running down my sides. I closed my eyes and brought a soapy hand to my right breast. I rubbed in circles and moved to the next. I guided my soapy hands down my stomach, stopping sort at my navel. I lifted a foot up and rested it at the edge of the tub. Soon my hands wrapped themselves around my thigh and spread the soapy water around and down the rest of my leg. I rinsed my hand and placed it near my pussy. Streams of water were running down, flying off from my erect nipples and making there way further down my body.
I brought my hand back up and let it slide down my stomach. Carefully I took a finger and slid it between my slit. Quickly I found myself to be extremely wet with no help from the showerhead. I circled my finger around my clit for a minute or two. A slight moan escaped my lips. I took the tip of my finger and let it maneuver its way inside me. I quickly pulled it in and out working my pussy faster. With a sudden gasp of pleasure, I opened my eyes. A moment of panic ran over me as I questioned the time. I quickly finished washing and turned off the water. I grabbed for a towel and wrapped it around my body. I squeezed my soaked locks to dislodge some excess water and stepped out onto the soft mat.
I opened the window to let in some cool air. I dragged my towel over my body drying off my back first then making my way down my arms and legs. After drying, I lathered up with some lotion making sure to pay extra attention to my knees and elbows. I walked back to my room naked to pick out my outfit for the day. After having such a horrible night, I wanted nothing more than to just be comfortable. I unfastened my black pants from their hanger. Next, I shuffled through more hangers until I came across my pink shirt. This shirt fit snuggly over my chest and allowed for an iota of cleavage to show.
Across from my closet sat my dresser. I opened to top drawer to find my stash of thongs and stockings. I turned on the television to catch the local weather report. “Cool, highs in the mid seventies” predicted the weatherman. That was all I needed to know. I contemplated my choice of underwear and decided on a hot pink set I found on sale at my favorite store. I did not even bother with stockings. Grabbing some sandal socks out of the drawer, I cascaded back to the bathroom. I dried my hair and tossed it up in a clip. I applied some eyeliner, a little bit of powder, mascara and grabbed my chap stick from my purse.
Walking back over to my bed, I took a hold of my pants and easily slid them over my smooth legs. Taking my shirt off its hanger, I guided it over my head and with a quick pull, down the rest of my torso. Finally, I grabbed my bracelet sitting on my nightstand. Before walking out the door, I unclipped my hair and tangled it into a braid. I had left my shoes by the door when I got home last night. Slipping each of my feet into its corresponding heel, I took my keys from their hook. I locked the door and closed it behind me.
The trip to work was shorter than normal. I decided it was because many people played it smart and called out on this so far gorgeous day. I reached the parking lot and pulled into my usual spot. I grabbed my suitcase from the back seat and used my remote to lock the door. I love technology. I walked briskly to the elevator.
“Hold the door, please!” a voice shouted across the way. I did as directed by the familiar voice until he turned the corner. “Well good morning, April,” he spoke.
“Hey, Brandon, how are you feeling today?” I asked.
“Eh, I am feeling ok. I was working on those reports last night. I actually need you to go over them when we get upstairs,” he explained. I not only worked for Brandon’s boss but I found him to be incredibly attractive. He had dark hair, blue eyes and a smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. Brandon reached about six foot, which caused me to be a little past his shoulder. He was slim, but fit and I would often daydream of walking into his office and having my way with him.
The elevator doors closed and we proceeded to rise. I kept my eyes straight ahead of me as we ascended hoping to God that he would not see my legs shiver with nervousness. My every breath grew short and deep as we stood. I was so close to him our shoulders almost touched. I felt myself become very flustered and tried to block his imprint from my mind. With that thought, I breathed in deep. It did not help at all. My nostrils filled with his delicious aroma and I could feel myself become intensely wet. At first, I was frightened that he would be able to notice. I bit my lower lip and as the doors open bolted out of the confinement.
“Hey!” he called after me. I stopped and turned. “Stop by the office around 12 if you aren’t busy?”
“I’m sure I could muster up a few moments to help you out,” I grinned back. He smiled and continued to the other side of the office. What was I thinking? I could not stand being near him knowing I could not hold him, could not kiss him. Even if he was interested, I should stay professional.
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“Good morning, April,” the receptionist beamed.
“Hello, Megan. How are you feeling today?” I questioned.
“Much better thank you. Mr. Alexanderson’s phone has been ringing off the hook. Good luck,” she chuckled.
“Seems like I’m going to need it,” I replied. “Back to the salt mines.” With that, I turned the corner and headed for my miniature desk in the corner. Sure enough, post-it notes plastered themselves across my file cabinet. I sat down and turned on my computer. Slipping my headset out from my drawer, I nestled it snugly to my ear. With that, I proceeded to unpack the belongings shoved into my suitcase. After only a few moments, the phone rang.
“Mr. Alexanderson’s office, how may I help you?”
