"Have you got my pants with you?" Nicky asked with a slight grin.
We were standing in the staff room and whilst there were other people in there, no-one was close enough to hear.
"Sorry?" I replied, with a slightly quizzical look on my face.
I was really just playing for a bit of time as I'd thought she hadn't realised that I must have still had her nickers from when she'd removed them on the previous Friday afternoon.
It was the Wednesday after we'd first 'extended' our "special friendship," as Nicky had described it when we spoke on the 'phone over the week-end. We'd exchanged a few texts and then had a long conversation on the Sunday, and then again at work on the Monday morning, firstly with us both expressing no regrets and then with Nicky laying down a few rules. Because of that I deliberately hadn't pushed anything, thinking it was better for her to instigate when something would happen next so that she didn't feel at my "beck and call" (as she'd phrased it).
I had, however, on the Sunday 'relieved' myself whilst holding and smelling those silky, brief white panties and thinking of her; those big, so-heavy tits; her slight but toned body; her small but shapely arse; that cute face with the wide mouth and the alluring smile.
"You didn't give them back to me the other day...have you got them with you or are you intending to wear them yourself?" she grinned wider.
Nicky was standing closer than someone usually would, within what most people would term my personal space and so, whilst I was confident this would help no-one over-hear us, I was also concerned that her proximity coupled with the way she was looking up at me, let alone what we were talking about, would cause the blood to go rushing to my cock and become obvious to others!
"I don't think they'd fit me," I sort-of laughed, "and they certainly wouldn't look as good on me as they do on you."
"Oh, I don't know", she smirked, "...and anyway doesn't the thought of having your cock nestling against the same, soft, silky material that my pussy has been rubbing and nestling against excite you....?"
Having this small, slight but very busty, younger lady looking up at me from so close, in an almost coy, shy way, with her hands held behind her back, but whilst talking in such a dirty way made me tongue-tied and I merely nodded my head in agreement.
"Anyway," she continued, a seductive look on her face, "I suppose if you haven't got them with you I'll just have to stay commando then," and she turned and walked away from me.
As I gazed after her, I was sure she was walking slower than she normally would and in an exaggerated manner as if it to exemplify her arse, enabling me presumably longer to look and lust after her. Reaching the staff room door she turned and looked at me and seemed to take great enjoyment at the look on my face which, to her, would have been apparent was a mix of surprise, desire and slight resentment.
I clearly sighed, then smiled but also slightly shook my head, as if trying to say, 'that's just not fair!'
And it wasn't fair, I had several important things to (try to) concentrate on that morning and it proved to be a real struggle.
Fortunately, at least from a work point of view, the first couple of meetings I had that day were away from the office I shared with Nicky and a couple of other guys.
I did pass her in the corridor once and, and as there were other people around, just exchanged normal pleasantries but she did smile at me in a knowing sort of a way and I did manage, when I was sure knowing else was watching, to mouth the word 'cow'causing her to smile even broader.
It was late morning before I headed back to our office, looking forward to having some time with Nicky with no-one else around as the two guys we shared with weren't in that day.
I feared my hopes were going to be dashed, however, as I was joined down the corridor by Simon, our Financial Accountant, a nice enough guy but someone who had a distinct talent for making a 5 minute conversation drag on for (what seemed like) hours! My heart sank even further when he said he just needed to go over some cost analysis with me before going to see our Chief Executive and he promptly followed me into the office.
As I walked in Nicky flashed me a very pleasant smile in welcome but I was sure her face then dropped slightly as she saw Simon walking in behind me. They exchanged a few words, Nicky asked me about the meetings and I then sat down with Simon, intending to try and breeze through this as quickly as possible.
After about 15 minutes, however, Simon was still in full flow and seemed to want to go over everything several times and I had to stop myself from looking over at Nicky and letting my mind wonder.
Just then Simon's mobile rang and, apologising, he said it was a call he needed to take. Moments after I'd said, "no problem", my land-line rang.
"Guess what I'm doing?", I instantly recognised Nicky's voice, breathing quietly and huskily from the ear-piece.
Looking across at her, our desks were approximately 20 yards apart from each other on the angle, I could see she was holding her phone with one hand but the other hand was down below her desk and it seemed apparent was between her legs.
Although Simon seemed to be heavily engrossed in his conversation, I dared not say anything in response and just looked at her, the slightest smile appearing on my face as I also very gently shook my head as if, once more, saying 'that's just not fair'!
"God, I'm so wet," she continued, "...I frigged myself silly thinking about you last night," followed by a very quiet, yet deep, throaty groan.
"Get rid of him as soon as you can. The key to the downstairs document library is in your top right drawer. You go ahead, just sit on the chair and leave the key in the lock on the inside."
"OK," I replied, desperately trying to think of an easy and plausible way to bring my discussions with Simon to a very quick end.
