Brooke is a 26 year old business analyst in my consulting firm. Kevin, a consultant in my firm is her boyfriend. Brooke and I began an affair more than a year ago. This is Part III of the on-going story of our affair, as it unfolded and as it continues now.
Part III
A Year Earlier As usual I arrived at the office before anyone else. After turning on the lights in the high rise office suite and making coffee I settled at my desk and checked e-mail. As had become our habit I had an e-mail from Brooke written late last night in response to an e-mail I had sent her earlier yesterday. These e-mails had become a highlight of my day.
Hi David,
I like the thought of "inspiring" you with your wife. And a solo effort as well huh.... Glad I could be of help.
OK, you asked me to tell you about the last time I flashed ...... First, I can't believe I am telling you this – but I want to tell you – I have to admit that it excites me a lot (intellectual flashing I guess). I realize I am going way out of bounds with what I am going to tell you but..... I think you have the same "tastes" as I do so I am taking a chance – I hope that is OK.
OK, I do two kinds of flashing – one is where I "accidentally" let people see me and pretend to be unaware and the other is blatant flashing – where I make someone see me. The first I do by myself the second I usually do with someone (like Kevin). Here are the last times I flashed:
When I was in Seattle on business last week I went shopping at a mall and tried on a pair of jeans. At the shop I asked the guy at the counter where I would find my size and while he was looking to see if there were any in stock I noticed that all of the fitting rooms were visible from the counter – probably for security reasons. When I went in to try the jeans on I pulled the curtain of the fitting room only half way across the doorway and slipped out of my pants and while I was pulling up the jeans I saw the guy and a girl in the store both looking at me. I was turned to the side so they couldn't really see much but when I changed back to my pants my back was to them so they got a look at my bottom (I wear thong underwear – in case you were wondering). I bought the jeans by the way.
I am nervous about telling you the "other" kind of flashing but here goes – no boundaries. Kevin and I spent a weekend at a resort in Palm Springs about a month ago – the one you told us about in fact. He golfed and I did the spa stuff. Our room was on the second floor and overlooked the first hole of the golf course. One late afternoon Kevin and I were sitting on the balcony having a drink before we went out to eat. We were watching some of the golfers hit their second shots from the fairway in front of our balcony. There were trees growing on either side of the balcony so we were a bit secluded but one golfer's ball was right in front of us. Both Kevin and I were leaning against the railing as he walked up. He noticed us and smiled. Kevin said to be quiet so as not to distract him and then he moved behind me and pulled my top up above my boobs and pulled my shorts down my legs (no bra or underwear).
I just stood there silently. Half of me hoping he would not look up and see me and the other half hoping he would. Kevin fixed that by spanking me – the slap got our golfer to look up. Then from behind me Kevin pulled me up straight and cupped my boobs and basically showed them to the guy. The guy took a long look and watched Kevin's hands roam all over me. When a ball from the golfers behind him landed near him he quickly hit his ball and watched us over his shoulder as he walked down the course. I wanted to do it on the balcony right then and there – and let him see that we were doing it - but Kevin insisted we go back into the room for more privacy. It excites Kevin to have people see me but I haven't talked him into exposing himself yet – but I will.
So, those are my latest flashing episodes. Are you shocked and appalled? Shocked and excited I hope? Have a great day Boss!
One week later...... I had completed a late dinner meeting with a client at the restaurant across the street from my offices and was walking back through the lobby of my building to pack up and go home for the evening. The lobby of the building includes several convenience shops, a dry cleaner and a fitness club. I was lost in my thoughts about the dinner meeting and the issues that needed to be address as I walked past the glass windows of the fitness club. The sound of someone tapping on the glass as I walked startled me from my thoughts. Looking up I saw Brooke smiling and waving from behind the glass. I returned her smile and waved as I walked to the elevators. Many of my employees were members of the club and I knew that both Brooke and her boyfriend Kevin (another of my employees) worked out frequently after work.
I took the elevator up and walked past the vacated and dimly lit "cube-land" and walked into my office to grab some files and call it a night. As I was packing up I heard the suite doors open and saw Brooke bound into the office and make her way over to my door. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of black stretch pants and an oversized t-shirt.
"Great you're still here. If you're leaving now can you walk me to my car?" she asked.
"Sure" I said looking up as I packed my briefcase. "Just give me a minute and I'll be ready."
"OK, I'm going to change – I'll be quick - and meet you at the door." She told me and was gone.
In spite of our e-mails that included the intimate questions and revealing responses and few boundaries, our face to face interactions were remarkably professional. We were seldom alone together but on the few occasions where we were alone only very oblique references to our communications were made. In no small part this was because I was her employer, I was almost twice her age and married and because her boyfriend also worked for me. I frequently stressed about the things I had told her through e-mail and was convinced that at some point this would all go very wrong. But the e-mails from Brooke were highly sexual, met needs we both had and, in short were addictive.
With full briefcase in hand I flipped off the overhead light in my office as I made my way to the door of the office suite. As I approached the front door of the dimly lit lobby area I heard a noise from behind me and turned to see what it was. As my eyes scanned the cubicle area for the source of the noise a movement caught my eye in one of the cubes. Through the cubicle entry I could see Brooke bending over her bag. I had assumed that she was down the hall in the restroom changing and I would meet her outside by the main doors. As I was ready to call out to her that I was ready to go she stood and with her back to me pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head. I stood silently and watched in the dimness as she then pulled her sports bra over her head and put it with the t-shirt into her bag. I though momentarily about turning and calling to her that I would meet her outside but then she slid her tight sweat pants down revealing her bare ass – and I was in awe. The perfect roundness of her bottom was staggering and I could only stare as she stepped out of the pants and was nude. Her toned and tight shoulders and back narrowed to a tiny waist and then flared at her hips and to that wonderful ass. I could only lean my back against the front office doors as I watched Brooke turn slowly around. I took in her small well-shaped breasts and in the dim light looked for and found only the narrowest strip of pubic hair. Brooke looked at me with only what I thought might have been the beginning of a slight smile.
"Ready to go?" she asked. Her voice seemed out of place and jarred me back into the moment. Unable to say anything articulate I just stared back at her as she laughed and pulled a shirt over her head. Still nude from the waist down, she turned her back and reached into her bag and pulled out a folded pair of jeans. Shaking them out she again turned to face me and stepped into the pants and pulled them up watching me watch her.
"OK, all ready." She said slipping into sandals, lifting her bag and walking toward me. I realized I was smiling like an idiot as I watched her walk toward me and with a great effort I turned to open the door for her.
As she walked past me into the hallway she said with a grin "That was flashing type 1, in case you were wondering."
Regaining a little composure and some of my verbal skills I said "That's exactly what I was wondering." I said and then added "I like it." as I watched her walk in front of me.
"Good, you were supposed to." She said with a smile looking over her shoulder at me.
One Month Later Our e-mail correspondence became even more intimate and focused over the weeks since Brooke had flashed me. It had all started when I overheard Brooke having phone sex with Kevin, and it was a conversation that I continually played over and over again in my head. Our e-mails had become specific enough to ask for details.
Brooke,
