It's been a few days, and I figure some of you would appreciate an update. I told Elisa about my posts here. She was a bit scandalized at first. Then she told me I should share this to give everyone some closure. She told me that I fawn over her too much, but overall it is pretty accurate.
The morning after the barbecue restaurant, I was in the studio all day catching up on editing. It was a rare occasion, not being on the road.
There are four editing stations in an open room toward the back of the studio, out of public view. I put my bag down at one of them and headed to the break room to make myself a tea. Elisa was packing up for a day at a law office shooting a commercial with Shauna, our primary videographer.
She snuck up next to me, waiting for water to boil, and whispered, "Just act normal." She had on a long olive green dress with a pattern of some kind in white. The top was form fitting, and the bottom ruffled out, accenting the curves of her ass.
"What?" I asked, laughing. She stared at me intently as she filled her water bottle, not answering me. "What time do you get back?"
Her lips twisted. "It's a full day shoot. Probably a little after five." I was disappointed. "Hold this," she said, handing me her water bottle. She ran out of the room, was gone for about 45 seconds, then came back. "Thank you." She took her water bottle back.
"You're acting weird," I said.
"It's your imagination." She looked at her watch. "I have to go. You should get to work."
"Yes, ma'am," I responded, eyes wide.
She smiled at me for a moment, then bit her bottom lip lightly, backing toward the door before turning and walking toward the equipment room. She looked back to catch me watching her walk away.
I went back to the computer I had put my bag at and sat down to get started editing. There was a Notepad open, but minimized. I clicked on it. "Don't leave before I get back. I have something for you. -E" I laughed. She seemed to have some kind of covert joke going on, just between herself.
So I worked. I left for lunch, but I don't think that's what she meant. Five o'clock came and went, and she hadn't returned. Just before six the boss came in to let me know I was the last person left, and to lock up, please.
Barely short of another half hour went by before I heard the back door open and Elisa and Shauna's voices giggling about something. Elisa said she had to take care of a few things before she went home and wished Shauna a good evening.
A moment later she was standing at the entry to the editing room.
"You waited."
I pushed my chair away from the workstation and turned toward her. "I worked," I responded. "And of course I waited."
She walked toward me, slowly, with an evil smirk on her face.
"Good lord, what are you up to?" I asked with a laugh.
"I have something for you," she said, cryptically.
"That's what your clandestine message said. You couldn't find self-destructing paper?"
She didn't stop until her knees touched mine. Until then our intimate encounters had been in the dark of my car. To see her standing in front of me, in all her luster, was stunning. Her dress showed off her small waist and graceful curves. It took everything in me not to reach out and wrap her in my arms. She reached back and pulled a clip out of her hair, it fell over her shoulders and behind her back in long, luscious waves.
She turned around, showing off her hair running down to the pronounced curves of her ass pushing against the ruffles of her dress. She bent over and sat on my lap, which got a gasp out of me as she pressed against my hardening cock.
