That would have been fine if it had been a normal day at work. Instead, there was an incident Ron wasn't sure how to handle. On Monday and Tuesday, he'd been pretty careful to keep people from noticing that he had an erection for most of both days. He did wear a jacket, but it didn't quite come down low enough. So mostly, he just stayed at his desk. There were a couple of times when, if someone happened to be looking at exactly the right time, they might have seen the bulge in his pants, but he was pretty sure no one had. His secretary, Lydia, had come into the office a couple of times while he was standing, including once just as he'd begun to stroke himself through his pants. He knew it was a stupid risk, but he'd been hard for so long and his dick was practically begging for a touch. He'd run his fingers across his pants, felt his cock spring out against the fabric, and then Lydia had walked in. He turned toward the window, reaching for his cell phone and hitting speed dial as he did so. He was almost certain he'd acted too quickly for her to notice anything. But on Thursday, he began to wonder.
Lydia had been his secretary for just under 5 years. She was a short, buxom blonde, but she dressed very conservatively, doing her best to hide her enormous breasts. Ron thought sometimes that her attempts at modesty actually made her even sexier. She wore skirts that were just below the knee, but on occasion the skirts would ride up to mid-thigh while she was sitting at her desk. He would only see those lovely legs when he had to get something from the filing cabinet unexpectedly, and he tried not to get any ideas, even when he got a glimpse of the top of her thigh-high hose or a triangle view of her panties. But Thursday was completely different. Lydia came in wearing a skirt about two inches above her knees, with a scoop-necked blouse that was still fairly modest, but did show a little cleavage. Ron's eyes lingered on her body a little too long when she first walked into the office. He knew she noticed that. "Here are those documents you asked for yesterday, sir," Lydia said. She walked to his desk, bent forward, and put the papers just in front of him. Ron glanced up and found himself staring at a magnificent set of milky white, round, firm young tits, framed by a white lacy bra that barely concealed the erect nipples pushing against the silk. Once again, he found himself looking a bit too long. Without standing up, Lydia smiled and said, "Will that be all, sir?"
Ron's poor cock was once again pulsing hard against his pants. "No, Lydia. I mean, yes, Lydia, that will be all. And thank you," he said. She stood up, turned, and headed toward the door when Ron called out, "Wait a second, Lydia. I was wondering if you would be able to work overtime for a couple of evenings a week until our new project is finished."
Lydia turned back to him, smiled, looked down as if she could see his hard-on through the desk, and said, "I can come anytime you need me, sir." And then she left.
"What made me ask her that?" Ron wondered. Was Anna's new-found sexuality liberating him, too? He'd certainly heard all the horror stories about sexual relations with people at the workplace, so he'd always been careful to the point of being brusque and cold to women at the office. Yet here was Lydia, clearly coming on to him. Well, it hadn't exactly gone too far. He could always stop it from going any further.
