As it would seem, I found his weakness. Then, he in turn, found mine. My co-workers and I were still working on painting the office, so I came in wearing civvies. However, I had to change into my uniform to go to the staff meeting. It had been my every intention to change earlier, but I had honestly not yet gotten the chance.
Lunchtime rolled around before I knew it. So, I waited until my counterparts took off for their lunch break, then began to gather up all the parts of my uniform. Just as I crossed the room to lock the door, the knob slipped away from my hand. "Hi," he grunted, walking in like he owned the place. I watched him as he walked across the room and sat down at the conference table, unpacking his lunch. I waited until he looked back up at me, still standing in the doorway, before I pulled it shut and turned the lock. "I have to change for the staff meeting," I replied to his upturned eyebrow.
"Gotta change anyway, might as well show off for someone who actually appreciates the way I look. God knows nobody at home is looking!" I thought to myself as I crossed back over to my desk. I felt his eyes on me as I reached down and slipped my shoes off, one by one. I made it a point then to come back around the desk in order to allow him an unblocked view of my impromptu strip-tease. Then, stealing up every ounce of courage, I looked purposefully away and unfastened my jeans, forcing myself to release the zipper slowly. Just as slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slid them over my hips and down my legs to expose creamy thighs. I bent just slightly as I pulled each leg free, making sure he had the perfect view of my bared ass cheeks framed only by the mint green thong I had chosen to wear that day.
"Hmph... Is he even looking?" I thought to myself. Not one to be swayed, I straightened up and made a big show of folding my jeans neatly before setting them off to the side. Still, he sat at the table, calmly eating his lunch. "Alright then, you can't stop now!" my brain commanded. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, then reached for the hem of the cute little tee shirt I'd picked out in hopes of catching his eye. I remembered taking forever this morning standing in the closet, before settling on this one- a dark blue baby tee with the words, "Face it. Scary girls are hot!" emblazoned across my breasts. I found myself wondering if he'd noticed it as I slipped it up and over my head.
The coolness of the room gave rise to a layer of goose bumps over my exposed flesh, now covered only by the matching set of undergarments that really didn't cover much at all. Again, I stood there and carefully folded the discarded garment, sneaking a peak at him before walking back around the desk. "Guess not," I sighed to myself as I laid it on top of the jeans. "Well, nothing left to do now but get dressed." More than a little disappointed that I'd failed to entice him closer, I forced myself to remain calm as I reached casually for the sand colored tee shirt, instead of snatching it on to cover my embarrassment.
I pulled the offending garment over my head, wriggled my arms into the sleeves, and turned back to look at him, only to find his chair empty. My head snapped to the left just in time to catch him sneaking up behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin to discover him mere inches away. "Oh!" I cried out in surprise. I only barely managed to catch the hand-in-the-cookie-jar look on his face before his last step brought him up to stand behind me.