This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and events are the products of the author's imagination only and do not bear any resemblance to actual persons or events.
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A sea of umbrellas lay ahead as I exited the train station. The rain had begun to fall just a few minutes ago as I was stepping off of the train. I was now to work my way through the crowd and into the office.
It was Monday morning and I could not be late.
I hurried through the crowd and water from surrounding umbrellas had fallen onto my clothes. My hair was slightly wet at the bottom and my jacket also, but I would dry this in the bathroom, as soon as I had reached the office and placed my gift. The clock showed 08.23, and I hurriedly worked my way up the stairs until I reached my office, which I walked past, and then up the stairs into the office of my boss, Mr. Carver.
I pulled the blue box gently out of my bag which had been covered to protect it from the rain. I knelt down and very carefully placed it in the centre on Mr. Carver's chair. A black leather swivel chair tucked neatly under a wooden desk, beside a large window which overlooked the city skyline.
I headed for the bathroom, and dried myself. I was conscious that my blouse was also slightly wet and the outline of my bra was visible. I covered it with my lapel and sat down to work.
The day went by quickly. An executive meeting was later followed by end of month reporting, and I was glad to break for lunch.
Lunch was light, with a grain and salmon salad, supplemented with a lime and coriander dressing. I sat in the nearby restaurant. The break was welcome and my mind returned to the weekend.
I had spent Sunday with a friend, Andrew. Or rather as he should now be known, more than a friend. We had got on well when we met each other last week, and had agreed to meet again for a stroll in the nearby park, but the weather had scuppered our plans and we ended up staying at his place for an afternoon movie.
The movie was good, a mid century arthouse classic which he had suggested. The plot was fascinating and the characters intriguing. The sex scenes had set the tone, and our night ended well with him making love to me passionately.
We had agreed to meet again, but I did not commit to a time. I wanted to see how the week panned out first.
I left work late that evening, and glanced into Mr. Carver's office to see if he had accepted my gift.
A rush of excitement ran through my body as I noticed he had.
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The following day went by quickly, and allowed me to wear more casual, comfortable clothes. I was able to leave work early and I headed to the station. On the journey home, I exchanged messages with Andrew. We were missing each other and the conversation centred on when we would next meet.
The exchanges continued into the evening and after a long hot shower, I had felt sexy in my new underwear and silk pyjamas as I stepped into bed. I had then masturbated to the thought of the hot sex we had shared. I came quickly inside of my thong and slept deeply that night.
I woke early in the morning and packaged my gift inside a blue box. I headed to the station and onto the train. Today was less busy and I was able to arrive in good time. I hung my coat in my office, and carried my leather bag upstairs into Mr. Carver's office. I left my gift once again and returned to begin my work.
Mr. Carver arrived shortly before 9. He did not speak as he entered, and walked past my office. He was a tall and mysterious man, in his 40s with short dark hair. He had been appointed President in July and was making a positive impact on company performance already.
He radiated a sense of authority with broad shoulders, and dark suits with a white shirt and a necktie.
We had spoken when he first joined, and got on well initially. His demeanour had gradually become more bullish, and I made a mistake of questioning him in a client meeting. Unintentional of course, but he was unhappy and wanted to see me in his office later in the afternoon.
The meeting had started well. I apologised profusely and explained myself. He took control of the conversation and demanded that it didn't happen again. He had a way of making me feel small with his words, combined with his intense stare. A not unwelcome feeling for me as I recall. I went on to feel the need to apologise further to him the more he spoke and the smaller I felt.
I came to the conclusion that my words would not be enough and I was to try something different.
I had gradually leant forward to slightly expose the opening in my blouse to him, allowing him a brief peek inside. My lacy white bra was just visible inside. Continuing with his words, it was clear I must go one step further, so facing towards him, I parted my legs very slightly and my short skirt exposed my white panties. He did not look down, but I could sense his temptation.
He finished with a request which would change us both forever.
'Remove them, place them behind me and leave'.
I had known exactly what he meant. and his words would be my command. Without hesitation, I stood up, lowered his blinds, and removed my panties as I stood beside him. I gently hung them on the metal frame of his chair, and reopened his blinds.
He allowed me to leave and wished me a nice evening.
I had returned home that night naked underneath my short skirt, and the journey home was full of thoughts about how they were now in his possession. He had taken a piece of me for his own indulgence and I cannot hide the fact that I enjoyed the thought of him looking down at them imagining my intimate parts pressed up against the soft fabric. I thought about the pleasure he may have when he placed them up to his face, and the taste and smell of me took over his senses.
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The following morning I had received a message by the time I arrived at work.
'Thank you for the apology. I enjoy receiving gifts and will expect one from you every time. x'