I had landed a great position with a reputable company and was earning a salary about two grades above what I should have been earning. I applied on a whim and had no real expectation of landing the role, the guy hiring had apparently took a liking to me and had hired me to give me a chance. I had been with the company over two months now and I was determined not to mess that chance up, so when I was asked to start and put some hours in over a weekend due to workload.
I had not worked weekends since my college days when I had worked part time in a music shop. Entering the world of office work I developed a self-belief that a job should be 9 till whenever Monday to Friday but that weekends should always be free. This definitely had caused problems in past jobs as I reckoned not many people ever said no to a boss, and I did whenever asked to give up my sacred Saturdays!
Being more grown up and earning a nice wage however changes a man's values and, although I would be lying if I said it was not an effort to get out of bed and go into work on that first weekend, I was up and out and looking forward to a distraction free office to get caught up.
Once I got to into office I expected to be alone so I was pleasantly surprised to find that one of the office juniors there. The girl was in her late teens early twenties a lovely little blond thing; she had only been with the company around a month. I later found her reason for being in was that she had been given some thankless task of sorting old data that her boss felt was best suited to be carried on a weekend.
The office was open plan with meeting rooms and senior manager's offices around the perimeter. My desk was close to the middle and the accounts girl worked on the opposite side of the room but I could see her at her desk, especially as we were the only people there. As I reached my desk I smiled at her saying hello before sitting down and getting stuck into my work.
After a while I noticed that the accounts girl was looking bored, glancing at the clock and using her smart phone, she smiled at me a couple of times when she caught me looking over, it happened again but this time she stood and came over to my desk.
Chrissie introduced herself and we started chatting. Before that day I did not really know her as we worked in separate departments and the extent of previous conversation between us had been the occasional hello when passing, however after a few weekends of I soon got to know Chrissie fairly well.
For an hour or so every Saturday I would listen to Chrissie's stories from her previous night's activities and as it was casual wear on a weekend she usually turned up in half or all of her previous nights clothing. Chrissies Friday nights were spent clubbing and as she started at 9 on a Saturday sometimes she would just turn up in her clubbing clothes. I think she was used to having the office all to herself on a weekend and I thought she might have changed this routine, but she didn't, much to my benefit.
My Saturday mornings eventually became accustom to me glimpsing vast amounts of bare flesh as Chrissie would stagger in late usually still half drunk in skimpy outfits, usually strappy tops and micro skirts. Her clothes were definitely not designed for sitting on office chairs and I was without fail given glimpses of her tiny panties every week as she sat and talked to me, I had to try hard and not stare most of the time as not to alert her to my voyeurism.
It was on one of these typical Saturday mornings that Chrissie tumbled through the main office blatantly still drunk from the night before. She was dressed in a tiny black mini that must have been around 8 or 9 inches in length, a red boob tube, clearly braless and her long blonde hair was down. I stood up as she entered and managed to say hello just as she fell into the nearest swivel chair which spun slightly, giggling she waved her hand in the air at me.
"Morning" I said as I walked to where she was sprawled.
"Good morning to you" she said in a cheery joke voice, spinning her chair to face me as I approached, eyes widening at the red panties on show.
"Clearly you had a good night," I said with a grin sitting down opposite her so I could carry on taking in the view, my cock was stirring as I could see they were lacy and see through.
Spinning side to side she answered, "It was great, I'm still drunk can you tell?" giggling as she spun the chair around once giggling as the spin ended.
As she stopped she used her legs on the ground giving me an open legged view of her flimsy underwear, "Erm, yes it is noticeable" I started to feel it getting warm.
Chrissie exaggerated her actions as she replied "Oh no, I'm not that bad am I?" in a mocking tone.
I nodded smirking, and she giggled, her head apparently too heavy to keep up as it kept drooping, I was enjoying the panty view and almost exclaimed my pleasure as she used her legs to scoot over to me, legs wide open as she did and I was sure I could see an outline of pussy.
She put a hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes, "You won't say anything will you?" in drunken scheming way.
Laughing I said, "Of course not Chrissie", hoping she wouldn't notice my huge bulge that had formed at the sight of her spread panty covered crotch, up close I found I could also see the outline of her nipples through the thin boob tube.
"I knew you wouldn't say anything" she said quickly kicking back and spinning in the chair, scooting back to where she was before but with her back to me this time.
"I like you Jim you know, you're really cool, not like that arse Frank" she said as she slowly twirled back round, panties still on show but not so much as her legs were closed a little.
