OFFICE DREAMS?
Life in the office had been rough the last few weeks. The attorneys were all busy with big trials, and our research team had been working until all hours of the night trying to keep up with their demands. We were all finding it hard to get into the office by 9:00am with smiles on our faces and our ties on straight. OK, so not everyone wore a tie, the women wore dresses or skirts. Our office attire was very business like, very conservative, very GRAY. OK, I lied, on nice sunny days; it might be very BLUE, as in dark blue. Even the ties the guys wore were plain. Not that we didn’t have some rogue employees, who occasionally would wear a tie with a different colored stripes, or a woman wear a blouse that was made from anything but cotton. Yes, ours was a mundane life, with our minds stuck in law books, scurrying around trying to keep the attorneys happy. Our lives were pretty much defined for us, unchanged for decades, that is until Lynn was hired.
Lynn was a young law student, who at first glance seemed “gray” enough for the old boys to hire. She had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked a little older than a traditional law student, but she was not old by any stretch of the imagination. Her skin seemed to glow with a vibrant radiance, and an excitement for life that came from deep within her soul. Lynn was thin, very thin, but had a very attractive figure. Maybe she could be a model with the right clothes and primping. You could tell she wasn’t the pizza & beer kind of woman. She had gym-rat written all over her sculpted body, and you could tell she ate nothing but healthy foods. Other than that, she looked average enough, coming in on her first day with the obligatory gray business suit on, the white blouse, black heels, low heels that is. When she was shown where she would sit, I do have to admit that I was not disappointed that her gray cubicle office was across the isle from mine. It could be worse, I could have some big stinky guy there as a neighbor.
The first few days of having Lynn as an office neighbor were pretty normal. I introduced myself to her after she got settled in. We chatted a little in the mornings, but that was about it. Once the day got started, we both went our separate ways, got involved in our own projects, or whatever, and before we knew it, we were leaving the office, late at night at different times. It wasn’t until about two weeks after Lynn started that my attraction, or maybe infatuation with her began. I still remember that night when we were working late, and my fantasies began. Lynn had been dressing pretty normal, pretty dull for someone with her natural beauty. I had noticed that her gray suits were a little more contemporary than most of the other women’s suits. I even noticed that instead of the cotton blouses, Lynn would wear more feminine, softer, more revealing blouses with her gray suits. Our morning conversations had become more than work related, and our friendship had started to grow. There were even days when we were able to grab lunch together. We were becoming friends, but only friends. Neither of us was involved with anyone, but neither of us was looking for a relationship at this point in our lives. Law school and careers seemed to take precedence over everything else. Lynn and I seemed to both believe that, accept it, and the friendship we developed revolved around that.
Like I said before, it was late one night when both Lynn and I were working that my feelings and thought of Lynn went from attractive co worker to her becoming my fantasy girl. I had been in the office a long time that day. Lynn came in a little late, but nothing unusual. We talked a little, but not much as I was tied up with researching a case that was coming to an end, and the attorney was all over me to find some facts he could use to seal the case. I spend all day in the library, and it was dusk when I finally returned to my office. I was alone for the longest time, well into the darkness of the post dusk sky. The light in my cubicle was on, but the main office lights were out. I noticed that Lynn’s desk looked like she was still working, but I had not heard or seen her since I returned. Another hour went by, an hour of solitude, study, silence. Time went by slowly, but I plowed through the work I was doing. As my mind wandered through the case studies, I was oblivious to Lynn’s arrival at my desk. I don’t know how long she was standing there watching me, silently spying on me. I turned to retrieve a file from a drawer and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing her gray skirt, her white blouse, but her shoes were off. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and was looking rather casual, and rather sexy as she stood there. “Lynn” I said with a surprised voice, “how long have you been standing there?” When Lynn smiled, it lit up the room, and tonight her smile was brighter, and more warming than ever. “Long enough to see that someone needs a break” she said trying to be stern as she spoke, “Have you eaten dinner?”
Our conversation went on for a while, Lynn trying to get me to take a break, me telling her how busy I was. After all, it was almost 8:00pm, and I had skipped lunch. After a little more talk, Lynn finally walked across the isle and sat at her desk. She needed to get off her feet after climbing the ladders in the library all day. As we talked, almost as if I wasn’t even there, Lynn casually lifted one shoeless foot to her desk. As I looked on, and talked, Lynn slid her skirt just a little, up her thigh just enough to expose her garter. I tried to keep talking and maintain eye contact with Lynn, but as her hands moved to her leg, to her garter, all I could do was think to myself how much I loved stockings. I had never imagined Lynn wearing stockings, but now I couldn’t get it out of my mind. As we talked, Lynn unsnapped the garter from the silky tan stocking, and she slowly began to slide it down her leg. As she moved her hands, she gathered the wonderfully shear stocking with her fingers. He bare skin looked smooth, silky, and soft. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t think Lynn had noticed my eyes watching her actions so closely. Lynn was looking at her leg as she took her stocking off, and I was watching her. She continued talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Little did she know the effect she was having on me, and how difficult it was to even think of getting back to work. Almost carelessly, Lynn tossed the gathered nylon onto her desk, and lifted her other leg. Again, she began to take off her other stocking, talking as she went, and I fixated on the erotic pleasures she was providing. I could feel my heart pounding, among other things, as I fantasized about helping Lynn slowly slide off her stockings. I imagined kneeling on the floor before her, looking up into her sparkling eyes as my hands slowly removed the silky coverings of her long, slender legs. I imagined gently massaging her lovely foot, kissing her legs, massaging the stress and tension from her as I moved upward.
As Lynn’s hands reached her ankle, just before she fully removed the other stocking, she looked over at me. I felt my face heat up, my cheeks turn fire engine red. I had been caught, like a little boy in a candy store with his hand in the candy jar, Lynn caught me watching her. My eyes met hers quickly, I frantically searched for the words to tell her I was sorry. I felt like I was shrinking right before her eyes, turning into a tiny little being that wasn’t worthy of her friendship. “Chris” Lynn said with a soft voice, “it’s OK”. I saw her smile, I saw her eyes, I saw her warmth. Just before she put her feet back on the ground, Lynn winked with her right eye at me, still smiling. At that point, I was almost sure that she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, and that it was planned… and that she had enjoyed it as much as I had. I was still searching for words to speak, but was dumbfounded. I turned to my computer, as if I was going to work, but I was helpless.
“How about I go out and get us something to eat” Lynn asked, “Since you won’t take a break and go out, I’ll bring something in”. She had me, there was nothing I could do but agree. With Lynn gone I would at least be able to recover from my embarrassment, and possibly get back to work. As I struggled to figure out what to do next, Lynn walked over. She had put on her tennis shoes and picked up her purse. “Anything in particular you want for dinner?” she asked as she stood next to me. I felt her hand on my shoulder. I felt her body heat surging from her fingers into my flesh as she began to gently massage my shoulder while she waited for my reply. “How about you surprise me” I replied as my head moved gently to one side as her hand reached my neck. Lynn agreed, and before she walked away, she used both hands to begin to massage my neck and shoulder. I moaned as I felt the days’ stress start to release from my tense muscles. “Honey” Lynn said as she began to stop, “you need to take a break, stretch a little, relax… please promise me that you will take a few minutes while I’m out to do that”. I reluctantly agreed, and as Lynn walked away, I stood and began to stretch. It felt good to close my eyes and let all the work leave my mind. It also felt good to have Lynn gone. Not that I didn’t enjoy her company, but I needed to recompose myself after the amazing show she had given to me. Before I sat back down I looked around the office… I was alone. I thought to myself, ‘I wonder when everyone else left?”
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Life in the office had been rough the last few weeks. The attorneys were all busy with big trials, and our research team had been working until all hours of the night trying to keep up with their demands. We were all finding it hard to get into the office by 9:00am with smiles on our faces and our ties on straight. OK, so not everyone wore a tie, the women wore dresses or skirts. Our office attire was very business like, very conservative, very GRAY. OK, I lied, on nice sunny days; it might be very BLUE, as in dark blue. Even the ties the guys wore were plain. Not that we didn’t have some rogue employees, who occasionally would wear a tie with a different colored stripes, or a woman wear a blouse that was made from anything but cotton. Yes, ours was a mundane life, with our minds stuck in law books, scurrying around trying to keep the attorneys happy. Our lives were pretty much defined for us, unchanged for decades, that is until Lynn was hired.
Lynn was a young law student, who at first glance seemed “gray” enough for the old boys to hire. She had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked a little older than a traditional law student, but she was not old by any stretch of the imagination. Her skin seemed to glow with a vibrant radiance, and an excitement for life that came from deep within her soul. Lynn was thin, very thin, but had a very attractive figure. Maybe she could be a model with the right clothes and primping. You could tell she wasn’t the pizza & beer kind of woman. She had gym-rat written all over her sculpted body, and you could tell she ate nothing but healthy foods. Other than that, she looked average enough, coming in on her first day with the obligatory gray business suit on, the white blouse, black heels, low heels that is. When she was shown where she would sit, I do have to admit that I was not disappointed that her gray cubicle office was across the isle from mine. It could be worse, I could have some big stinky guy there as a neighbor.
The first few days of having Lynn as an office neighbor were pretty normal. I introduced myself to her after she got settled in. We chatted a little in the mornings, but that was about it. Once the day got started, we both went our separate ways, got involved in our own projects, or whatever, and before we knew it, we were leaving the office, late at night at different times. It wasn’t until about two weeks after Lynn started that my attraction, or maybe infatuation with her began. I still remember that night when we were working late, and my fantasies began. Lynn had been dressing pretty normal, pretty dull for someone with her natural beauty. I had noticed that her gray suits were a little more contemporary than most of the other women’s suits. I even noticed that instead of the cotton blouses, Lynn would wear more feminine, softer, more revealing blouses with her gray suits. Our morning conversations had become more than work related, and our friendship had started to grow. There were even days when we were able to grab lunch together. We were becoming friends, but only friends. Neither of us was involved with anyone, but neither of us was looking for a relationship at this point in our lives. Law school and careers seemed to take precedence over everything else. Lynn and I seemed to both believe that, accept it, and the friendship we developed revolved around that.
Like I said before, it was late one night when both Lynn and I were working that my feelings and thought of Lynn went from attractive co worker to her becoming my fantasy girl. I had been in the office a long time that day. Lynn came in a little late, but nothing unusual. We talked a little, but not much as I was tied up with researching a case that was coming to an end, and the attorney was all over me to find some facts he could use to seal the case. I spend all day in the library, and it was dusk when I finally returned to my office. I was alone for the longest time, well into the darkness of the post dusk sky. The light in my cubicle was on, but the main office lights were out. I noticed that Lynn’s desk looked like she was still working, but I had not heard or seen her since I returned. Another hour went by, an hour of solitude, study, silence. Time went by slowly, but I plowed through the work I was doing. As my mind wandered through the case studies, I was oblivious to Lynn’s arrival at my desk. I don’t know how long she was standing there watching me, silently spying on me. I turned to retrieve a file from a drawer and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing her gray skirt, her white blouse, but her shoes were off. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and was looking rather casual, and rather sexy as she stood there. “Lynn” I said with a surprised voice, “how long have you been standing there?” When Lynn smiled, it lit up the room, and tonight her smile was brighter, and more warming than ever. “Long enough to see that someone needs a break” she said trying to be stern as she spoke, “Have you eaten dinner?”
Our conversation went on for a while, Lynn trying to get me to take a break, me telling her how busy I was. After all, it was almost 8:00pm, and I had skipped lunch. After a little more talk, Lynn finally walked across the isle and sat at her desk. She needed to get off her feet after climbing the ladders in the library all day. As we talked, almost as if I wasn’t even there, Lynn casually lifted one shoeless foot to her desk. As I looked on, and talked, Lynn slid her skirt just a little, up her thigh just enough to expose her garter. I tried to keep talking and maintain eye contact with Lynn, but as her hands moved to her leg, to her garter, all I could do was think to myself how much I loved stockings. I had never imagined Lynn wearing stockings, but now I couldn’t get it out of my mind. As we talked, Lynn unsnapped the garter from the silky tan stocking, and she slowly began to slide it down her leg. As she moved her hands, she gathered the wonderfully shear stocking with her fingers. He bare skin looked smooth, silky, and soft. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t think Lynn had noticed my eyes watching her actions so closely. Lynn was looking at her leg as she took her stocking off, and I was watching her. She continued talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Little did she know the effect she was having on me, and how difficult it was to even think of getting back to work. Almost carelessly, Lynn tossed the gathered nylon onto her desk, and lifted her other leg. Again, she began to take off her other stocking, talking as she went, and I fixated on the erotic pleasures she was providing. I could feel my heart pounding, among other things, as I fantasized about helping Lynn slowly slide off her stockings. I imagined kneeling on the floor before her, looking up into her sparkling eyes as my hands slowly removed the silky coverings of her long, slender legs. I imagined gently massaging her lovely foot, kissing her legs, massaging the stress and tension from her as I moved upward.
As Lynn’s hands reached her ankle, just before she fully removed the other stocking, she looked over at me. I felt my face heat up, my cheeks turn fire engine red. I had been caught, like a little boy in a candy store with his hand in the candy jar, Lynn caught me watching her. My eyes met hers quickly, I frantically searched for the words to tell her I was sorry. I felt like I was shrinking right before her eyes, turning into a tiny little being that wasn’t worthy of her friendship. “Chris” Lynn said with a soft voice, “it’s OK”. I saw her smile, I saw her eyes, I saw her warmth. Just before she put her feet back on the ground, Lynn winked with her right eye at me, still smiling. At that point, I was almost sure that she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, and that it was planned… and that she had enjoyed it as much as I had. I was still searching for words to speak, but was dumbfounded. I turned to my computer, as if I was going to work, but I was helpless.
“How about I go out and get us something to eat” Lynn asked, “Since you won’t take a break and go out, I’ll bring something in”. She had me, there was nothing I could do but agree. With Lynn gone I would at least be able to recover from my embarrassment, and possibly get back to work. As I struggled to figure out what to do next, Lynn walked over. She had put on her tennis shoes and picked up her purse. “Anything in particular you want for dinner?” she asked as she stood next to me. I felt her hand on my shoulder. I felt her body heat surging from her fingers into my flesh as she began to gently massage my shoulder while she waited for my reply. “How about you surprise me” I replied as my head moved gently to one side as her hand reached my neck. Lynn agreed, and before she walked away, she used both hands to begin to massage my neck and shoulder. I moaned as I felt the days’ stress start to release from my tense muscles. “Honey” Lynn said as she began to stop, “you need to take a break, stretch a little, relax… please promise me that you will take a few minutes while I’m out to do that”. I reluctantly agreed, and as Lynn walked away, I stood and began to stretch. It felt good to close my eyes and let all the work leave my mind. It also felt good to have Lynn gone. Not that I didn’t enjoy her company, but I needed to recompose myself after the amazing show she had given to me. Before I sat back down I looked around the office… I was alone. I thought to myself, ‘I wonder when everyone else left?”
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