I walked through the dimly lit parking garage and held my purse tight and close to my chest. The cold December wind burned the exposed skin of my chest and legs. I silently cursed myself for forgetting to grab my long, black wool coat this morning. The click clack of my heels was the only sound and it echoed through the concrete hallways.
I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes past nine. I had meant to leave the office by six, but deadlines didn't care about my schedule or grumbling stomach. By the time I'd shut my computer off the entire city had gone to sleep. The lonely walk from my office building to the parking garage was just four blocks, but it had felt like miles.
This morning the sun had been bright and it was nearly fifty degrees out, so the short sleeve, lightweight white cotton top had been perfect. The plunging neckline dipped deep below my full breasts, which spilled out of the red push up bra I'd worn to match the red lace panties that were seamless under the tight, black pencil skirt I'd carefully selected. Both the top and skirt were tight enough to show off every delicate curve of my body.
At twenty-five, I was one of the youngest trial lawyers at the firm. And at 5 foot 2 inches tall and 120 pounds, my frame was often lost among the sea of six foot five 200 pound men that filled my office. The only other woman in the firm was Greta, the 70 year old secretary that refused to answer the phone. All the men noticed me. Most appreciated the deep red bra peeking out from the white shirt. I felt their eyes on me all day and often fantasized about showing them what was underneath.
A burst of cold air rushed through the garage and caught my breath. I felt my nipples harden and brush against the silk bra. A shiver went down my spine. I thought of how warm your hands had felt when they'd accidentally brushed my arm at the copier earlier today. I pulled my purse in tighter, hugging it close and wishing it were you instead.
I've been watching and admiring you for months. My dresses and outfits got tighter and tighter in hopes that yours notice me. When I'd noticed you admiring my breasts one afternoon, I silently vowed to fill my wardrobe with shirts that showed off my double Ds. It seemed to be working.
Today, your blue eyes caught mine across the room and we held a deep, sensual gaze for a moment. Then, as I bit my lower lip, I felt your eyes travel down my face and to my chest. Gently, I'd arched my back and pretended to stretch causing the buttons of my shirt to strain. You'd cleared your throat loudly and brushed your hands through your salt and pepper hair. When you stood up to leave the meeting, I noted the bulge straining under your flat front slacks and smiled.
The rest of the day, I couldn't help but notice you going out of your way to come into my office with random requests. Each time I got up to go to the restroom or copier, you were a step behind me. We brushed arms in the hallway and you'd smiled at me, humming under your breath. When you'd called me in to your office, I'd secretly hoped you'd shut the door behind me, locking it and closing the blinds. Instead, you'd handed me a stack of reports and demanded I read, review and summarize them by the end of the day. It was already four and I knew I'd need at least four hours to get through the stack of papers.
"Tonight?" I asked timidly, dropping my eyes to avoid the heat that was radiating from yours. In the five months I'd worked here, I'd never once questioned an order given by you or any of the other partners. My cheeks flushed and I shifted uneasily on my feet.
"Yes," you said sternly. "Tonight."
"This will take at least four hours," I said. I didn't dare lift my eyes. I'd noticed you'd loosened your tie and had removed your sport coat. Your muscles and strength always showed through the fitted white shirts you wore. I'd already made multiple trips to the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my cunt. Just looking at your arms straining against the seams of your shirt or seeing your bulge test the constraints of your pants turned my panties into a swimming pool.
"Then I guess you're staying late. I expect your notes in my inbox before the day is done," you said and paused.
The silence filled the room, but I didn't dare lift my head. My cheeks were pink and I knew my eyes would deceive me. They were hungry. I was hungry. We'd been passively flirting for months and I spent half my day imagining you bending me over your desk and fucking me senseless. Something in your voice struck a nerve and a familiar dampness filled my panties. I noticed my chest rising and falling rapidly as my breath quickened.
"Miss Kelley?" You said. "This is an order not a request. Do you understand?"
The words cut through the air like bullets and I'd jerked my head up. I nodded, "Yes."
You stood behind your desk, staring straight through me, arms crossed. "Yes?" You demanded.
"Yes," I swallowed hard. "Yes, sir. I understand Mr. Jenkins. I'll have this done tonight."
You nodded. Your lips twitches into a small smile. I started to return the gesture when your eyes darted back to my face. Your smile vanished and your jaw clenched.
I shivered slightly as I noticed the stark lines in your face deepen. You were twenty years my senior, but the wrinkles in your face made you appear authoritative and strong. The chill in the room hit my skin and my nipples tingled as they hardened. Your eyes glanced down and I almost regretted the lightweight shirt and bright bra I'd chosen until I saw the look of pleasure on your face. I knew the deep red fabric was visible through the white cotton. The lighting in your office likely made the shirt even more transparent.
By the time I finished the reports, everyone had gone home, including you. You hadn't even popped in to check on my progress when you left at 8:30. We'd been the only two left in the office and I'd secretly been hoping you'd stick around to walk me out. Or fuck me. I was flexible. But, you left without a word and turned out all the lights behind you literally leaving me in the dark.
