He shuts the door quietly behind him, the office now separated by only an unlocked door. Kneeling he slides his hands up from her ankles, one hand on each leg. He hooks a finger on each side of her panties and slowly slides them down and off, pocketing them. As he slowly rises he gives her a thorough kiss, and her nipples a hard tweak. "Now why don't you think about that for a bit, and what you can do to get your panties back." She's breathing hard as he opens the door and walks back out into the office.
She sits for a few minutes getting over the shock of it. Sure they had been flirting, but didn't think that he would act on any of it. Once her breath is back to normal, she gathers herself for the walk across the open office to his cubicle on the far corner. As she is walking, she can't help but notice that she is getting wetter, with every step. By the time she makes it to his desk she is practically dripping. He looks up at her questioningly. "I would like them back." He chuckles, "It isn't going to be that easy." He slides a hand under her knee length skirt, and says "I think you like not having them; I'm going to keep them." As he is saying this he is toying with her. Her knees buckle, and he grabs her, helping stay upright. Chuckling again, he says, "I'll see you at closing, and I recommend not cleaning up before then..."
Mind reeling from the almost orgasm, she walks back to her office in a daze. Keenly aware of how wet she is and marveling that no one has noticed. Finally she makes it back to her office. She just hangs her head, breathing for a minute, trying to get her pulse back under control. She starts thinking of him and what is in store for her later. She shivers, if he already has done this to her and that while in an office full of people. She shakes her head, dislodging the thoughts from her head. She sighs. It's going to be a long three hours.
He slowly approaches her office, noticing how absorbed in her work she has become. She doesn't even realize that it is after closing. He smirks, then clears his throat and laughs when she jumps and blushes. "Time to go sweet," he murmurs. She walks up to him meekly, her eyes just glancing at his, and he sees the desire under the uncertainty. "Follow me."
He leads her into a hotel room. The first thing she notices is all the mirrors around the bed. He goes to a chair and sits, turning on the soft lights that aim at the bed. Music starts to drift in softly. She walks up to the bed and slowly takes off her shoes, noticing that the mirrors are positioned to show the person sitting in the chair any and all views of the bed and anyone on it.
Closing her eyes, she blocks out the room and concentrates on the music. He watches as the tension leaves her body and she starts to sway with the music. Slowly, starting with her shirt undoing each button like it was the only thing in the world; till finally she is wearing only her bra and skirt. Her hands caressing all of her body, as she moves with the music. Her hands slip behind her, and unhook the bra which she slides down her arms and drops to the floor. Slowly, so slowly she trails her fingers back up to her breasts, cupping them; toying with her full breasts for a moment before sliding down to her skirt and pulling it down and off. Standing there naked, she locks eyes with him; his eyes are dark with desire and the knowledge that she is his to command.